There is a crematorium, I won't say who it is

Unknowingly, it's summer, Tangjia City is gradually heating up, and the night is a bit hot, and it's not yet the season of cicadas. At this time, everything is quiet and everything is very quiet.

Jiang Zhiye rushed out the door, didn't even go down the steps, just stopped there motionless.

He looked at the darkened shop door next door, and suddenly felt that he really shouldn't have knocked on it.

The time is not suitable, the place is not suitable, and he doesn't even have a reasonable identity to meet.

In the past, Jiang Zhiye would never have thought about these issues, as long as he thought that Xie Wen was nearby, he would definitely have the idea of ​​meeting each other.When the two were together, he met him whenever he wanted, and later they broke up. Jiang Zhiye was still able to spare his mind to meet him across the whole continent at any time.

However, at this time, he hesitated.

It's not that he didn't want to see him, Jiang Zhiye didn't miss him a day after spending the night alone.Rather...he wasn't ready yet.

Now he is no longer qualified to save Xie Wen.

His physical and mental state are very poor. During the days when he was locked in the room and hospitalized, Jiang Zhiye thought every day, what is the reason for his hard work to get to this position?

For the affirmation of the parents?No, parents will never be satisfied with him, they only hope that Jiang Zhiye will continue to meet higher requirements and satisfy those obsessive desires for power and profit.

In order to stand out and make everyone look up?But even so, it was not Jiang Zhiye who were really willing to grovel, but the wealth behind him.

In order to satisfy your own ambitions and fill your own desires?Jiang Zhiye always thought so in the past, but even if he did it, he still felt it wasn't worth it.

It would be a good choice if he could live his life according to the previous way of living, constantly lingering among various lovers, and climb up step by step after marrying the Song family, but who made him meet Xie Wen.

Who made him want to seriously fall in love with him on a whim, and truly experience the taste of love from him.

If he hadn't met Xie Wen, Jiang Zhiye wouldn't have lingered about everything the two had experienced in the past: they met in countless chambers of commerce, looked at each other and hated each other, and were subconsciously attracted to each other; Xie Wen was so tacit, the next day he broke into Xie Wen's room; in the wine cellar of Nianyu City, Xie Wen took the initiative to sit in front of him and asked him if he could stop chasing Zhuo Yiming.

People can't experience such an interesting and beautiful life, otherwise when they lose it, the huge sense of gap will kill people every silent night.

God was finally willing to reward Jiang Zhiye with the opportunity to get love, but he lost it because of his incompleteness.

This kind of incompleteness does not come from the body, but from Jiang Zhiye's soul: he doesn't know how to love someone, and before he understands this problem, he tries every means to coerce Xie Wen, thinking that he will love himself forever.

This matter is quite ridiculous to say, Jiang Zhiye has not experienced a normal relationship for more than 30 years.In his cognition, marriage is like parents who care about each other and calculate each other. Maintaining harmony and decency goes all the way to darkness. Family affection is a constant burden on the body, which is full of irresponsibility, control and possession.

His parents spent a lot of money to cultivate his talents, but they didn't teach him how to cherish a person and how to deal with a relationship correctly. They didn't want to talk about it, and they didn't allow others to teach their son without authorization. From childhood to adulthood, no one in school, teachers, or friends Teach Jiang Zhiye how to love.

Who will teach him?no.So something went wrong, and he had to suffer for himself.

But a person's life is too hard, and when he realizes what is wrong with him, he has lost all his love.In the vast sea of ​​people, the only person who was willing to stay like a god and gave him care and love finally turned around and left because of his own injury.

The love status between Jiang Zhiye and Xie Wen is not equal. He is obviously a person who is begging for love, and he is engraved with the word inferiority in his heart, but he always uses a superior attitude to cover up his worthless and despicable nature. Audio-visual, and then give Xie Wen all the things that can be given, and question him.

I have been so good to you, can I stay forever?

He tried his best to maintain his self-esteem, but hurt Xie Wen's self-esteem.Xie Wen is not Ling Xiaohua, but Jiang Zhiye insists on letting him climb under his protection, occupying his whole life like a barbaric thorn.

On the night the two met in Rome, Jiang Zhiye suddenly realized that he had already been out of this relationship, that he had already fallen into a quagmire from which he could not extricate himself, and could not cleanly restore this relationship.

So he returned home and decided to cut everything off and start over.

Jiang Zhiye was already ready to lose everything, but the ridiculous thing is that he has nothing to lose, so what if he was kicked out of the Jiang family by his parents, the worst would be to start all over again.During that period of time, Jiang Zhiye was like a decayed piece of decayed wood, every day when he opened his eyes, all he could think about was how to go back to sleep.No one in this world is willing to love him, and he has lost his expectations for everything.

Until one morning, the aunt pushed Jiang Zhiye's ward away as usual, and carefully began to serve the meal. The smell of preserved egg and lean meat porridge filled the room. Jiang Zhiye opened his eyes, and at that moment his heart beat violently, his eyes His eyes were wet and red, and he felt that he couldn't be so muddled to death.

Maybe he should be thankful for the tenacity in his bones. A child like him who grew up in a dark environment can only rely on psychiatrists and drugs for the rest of his life, or his short life has already ended.

He has done something wrong, he needs to correct it, he needs atonement, he has to learn from that person, learn how to give more empathy to those around him, and learn to get rid of his own shortcomings.

Furthermore, Xie Wen would never like Jiang Zhiye like this, even if there was a one in ten thousand possibility, Jiang Zhiye would not let it go.

So after he was discharged from the hospital, he slowly looked at the affairs around him from a new perspective: in the past, he thought it was too stupid for Xue Wei to save his wages diligently to prepare for the child support in the future, but now he thinks that not all parents are in the world They are as ruthless as their parents.

There are people who are willing to patiently instill love and give their flesh and blood to children, Xue Wei has done a good job.

In the past, he didn't understand those educators who were obsessed with devotion. They only thought that it was enough to take money to do things and fulfill their responsibilities. How could they have so much energy to manage the development and future of students?Therefore, Jiang Zhiye never had the desire to actively understand the music education project that Xie Wen handled.

Later, after being introduced by Meng Shu, he thought it was not bad.It is a good thing that you can easily obtain what you want to learn but have no chance to learn by helping others.

He Rijun came to the convenience store next door and evacuated it. He bought it. He didn't care whether the store was profitable or not. He just felt that the two stores were next to each other, and subconsciously had an inseparable connection with Xie Wen.

Jiang Zhiye's heart became fuller little by little, even though the feeling of decay and decay still lingered in his body, he didn't care.He knew very well in his heart that only Xie Wen could solve this disease.

If a lock can only be matched with a key, his heart lock can only be unlocked by Xie Wen, and he will not be able to accept others in this life.

It is such a person who thinks he is rotten, slowly approaching the antidote that can be redeemed, but suddenly becomes timid.

Jiang Zhiye really didn't know how to face Xie Wen. He had been busy for the past few days and he hadn't paid attention to the Italian Philharmonic Orchestra for a long time. What would he say when we met?Are you doing well, and are you willing to come back? He is afraid that what he will say is the cliché that the other party does not want to hear, and even he hates it.

He smiled softly, looked at the quiet street, but still didn't take that step.

"Master, are you okay?"

The waiter pushed open the glass door, and a snow-white cat jumped out at his feet, pounced on Jiang Zhiye's trouser leg.

"It's okay," Jiang Zhiye said in a hoarse voice, "close the shop and go to bed earlier."

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and lit it, leaned against the door of Xie Wen's shop and finished smoking, then turned and left Huaxie Avenue.

The bright night is sparse and the stars are scattered, and a round of bright moon hangs high.

On the second day, the place returned to a bustling and bustling scene, and the soot that fell on the ground had already been blown away by the morning wind.

Today is an important day for the Italian Philharmonic Orchestra to perform in China. The venue is set at the Great Hall of the People in Tangjia City. In order to hold this concert smoothly, the Tangjia Municipal Government and the orchestra responsible party define this concert as an academic exchange in the industry. There was no sensational media news coming to report, and no high-ranking officials were invited.

Xie Wen has been to the Great Hall of the People several times before, but many teammates in the group have never been there, and some even visit China for the first time. They sit in the chartered car provided by the hall and look out through the glass excitedly. Ask Xie Wen some questions from time to time.

"Is there any private time after the concert? I heard that the shops here are very luxurious. I want to go and have a look."

"Let's have a meal together while everyone is full, otherwise people like Joshua will go out to hunt for sex again."

"Who said that? But... I just saw their superstar posters in a building next to the street. There are so many beautiful sisters."

They went directly to the backstage from the back entrance of the synagogue, and the staff came up with a simple map to negotiate with Xie Wen.

"Mr. Xie, this is printed with the distribution of the lounge, please pass it on to me."

"Thank you."

Xie Wen took the form and was about to turn around to talk to the group members when he saw a man appearing from among the welcoming staff in the synagogue, smiling and snatching the paper from him.

Looking up, it was Meng Shu.

"Boss, why doesn't your group assign you an assistant, leave this kind of thing to me," Meng Shu held up his mobile phone, "I communicate with them in English, if it doesn't work, I rely on translation software."

Xie Wen put the velvet box in his arms, and took back the schedule: "You...let me do it."

Facing the order on the A4 paper, he led the members to look for rooms one by one. Many passing staff looked at him in amazement, and gathered together to discuss in a low voice whether Xie Wen was Italian or Chinese, and why both languages So well said.

If he is Chinese, his appearance reveals the fairness and profoundness that only mixed blood can have. If he is Italian, his Chinese is too good.

After some busy work, Xie Wen opened his lounge, and there were two Italian girls sitting together holding the cello, turned around and asked curiously: "William, who is that man who has been by your side?"

"He is my agent and assistant."

"What is your name?"

"His name is..." Xie Wen was stunned for a moment, then asked vigilantly, "Why are you asking this?"

"Just curious, is he the one you always mention to the media? Does he speak Italian?"

"Me? When did I ever say something like that."

Before he finished speaking, Xie Wen was stunned. He remembered that he often created a heartfelt character with a heart and soul. It is not surprising that the team members misunderstood him and Meng Shu talking so cordially.

"He's not," Xie Wen went to the sink and washed his hands, took out a tissue to wipe, "but he can speak a little English, if you're curious, you can talk to him."

The two girls cheered. At this time, the door of the lounge opened, and Meng Shu appeared at the door. When they saw him, the two girls got together and laughed.

"Boss, we are about to take the stage," Meng Shu said, "They are..."

"It's okay, let's go."

Xie Wen opened the box, took out the baton, and passed him by with a smile.

The auditorium where the performance was performed was originally set up for speeches. The walls do not have the special material of the concert hall, so it cannot be guaranteed that everyone can hear clearly. Therefore, before the audience enters the venue, the usher repeatedly reminds the venue to be quiet.

The spotlight was cast on the center of the stage. The harps, drums, pianos and other heavy instruments and seats had been moved up. The members of the Philharmonic Orchestra were entering the arena in an orderly manner. They stood on the stage and waved to the audience with smiles. Big applause.

After about five or six minutes, when the host finished introducing each group one by one in the background, she paused for a while and said, "Let's introduce William Xie, the conductor of this concert..."

The conductor is the last one to come on stage, and will lead the entire symphony orchestra to greet the audience.All eyes were on the corner of the stage, and then a slender man in a navy blue dress walked up the steps.

He walked by under the gaze of the audience, with his back straight, only his side face exposed, his slightly curly brown hair combed halfway back, revealing his smooth forehead and handsome three-dimensional side face, his deep eyes like twinkling stars , the plump and beautiful lips were slightly pursed, showing coldness and alienation.The distinct neckline moves along his neck, covered by the conservative and meticulous shirt collar, the golden-gray bow tie is dotted under the Adam's apple impartially, followed by the navy blue tuxedo, and the straight and slender legs wrapped in trousers .

Xie Wen bowed to the audience, and his stunning face was exposed in everyone's sight.

Immediately he turned around, and saw the gazes of everyone in the orchestra come together and fall on his baton. The magic wand that seemed to have magic power fell back gently, and the shocking notes were placed neatly on the ground with overwhelming momentum. The silent venue resounded.

The light shone on Xie Wen's back, he couldn't see the faces of the audience, he only had the score in his eyes, and the members of the troupe listened to every falling syllable in their ears, fully integrating into the performance.

This is why Xie Wen chose to become a monk halfway to learn conducting. He is too familiar with the violin, and he has realized that many movements have formed muscle memory. focus.

This makes his slender and beautiful fingers attract everyone's attention. Xie Wen is like a general who is marching and fighting. Every ups and downs of his movements are signs of all musical instruments throwing away their armor and raising their hands to surrender.

The audience present were shocked by the professionalism of the Philharmonic Orchestra, and they were addicted to this performance.

The entire concert lasted for an hour and a half. After the concert, several regular press representatives stayed for interviews, and the rest went back to the lounge to rest.

In order to prepare for the performance of the Italian Philharmonic Orchestra, the Great Hall deliberately postponed the rest of the performances to a time that would not conflict with it. Therefore, only one group of them performed today, and only members of the orchestra were active in the backstage.

The staff walked and exited, the bright corridor fell silent, the elevator dinged, the door opened, and then the sound of leather shoes passing by.

The man in the suit strode his long legs, walked through one closed door after another, and finally stopped at the door of a lounge.

He held the doorknob, a slight doubt flashed in Tao Hua's eyes.

There was a muffled panting sound from the lounge, and through a door panel, one could vaguely hear the man's indistinct teasing and unbearable crying.

what sound?

There is more than one person inside.

But isn't this his lounge?

Jiang Zhiye clenched the metal handle tightly, feeling the blood flow backwards, his hands and feet were cold.

Stiff fingers pressed down slightly, and the door opened a gap. Through a very narrow perspective, a blond man was hugging a young man on the sofa.

A powerful picture was displayed in front of Jiang Zhiye.

Just when he was about to break through the door, a man of similar stature suddenly appeared behind him, covering the back of his hand with a warm and powerful hand, and silently closed the door with extremely steady force.

"Quiet."

Xie Wen covered Jiang Zhiye's mouth with one hand, and held his wrist with the other. The two pairs of leather shoes on the carpet collided and rubbed intimately, and moved to the lounge next door with chaotic steps.

The familiar fragrance hit his face, and Jiang Zhiye recognized Xie Wen in an instant. His tense nerves and despair were easily melted away by his smell, and then his body and soul began to analyze, identify, and respond to Xie Wen.

Especially the soft touch when Xie Wen was close behind him, Jiang Zhiye couldn't ignore it at all.

"Click."

The door was locked, and in the dark room, Xie Wen leaned against Jiang Zhiye, loosening the shackles on him, the two walked forward in the dark, hit a hard object together, and rolled down on the sofa.

In the darkness, one hand protected the back of Xie Wen's head, his chin bumped against Jiang Zhiye's chest, and he felt a little pain, then he got up from the man's body and reached out to turn on the light.

When he reappeared on top of Jiang Zhiye, the latter was still slumped in the sofa, looking at him blankly.

Xie Wen brushed away the chestnut-brown hair hanging in front of his forehead, and looked at him expressionlessly: "Eavesdropping on other people's corners, why didn't I find out that you have this hobby before."

The incandescent lamp was just above Xie Wen's obliquely, it was a little dazzling to look directly at, but Jiang Zhiye still stared at him half-right, until his eyes turned red.

"Who are those two people? Isn't that your room?"

"This is my room." Thinking of the scene just now, a slight disgust flashed in Xie Wen's eyes, "The teammates are just flirting with fans, you don't need to worry about it."

Talk about love... that's all?But they clearly had sex in public.

Jiang Zhiye stared at the luxuriously dressed Xie Wen. Although he didn't speak, his eyes and body were conveying the message of longing for the other party.Xie Wen felt it, but just waited patiently for his reply, as if letting him look at him.

It took a long while before he recovered his soul, sat up on the soft sofa and prepared to leave.

"Are you going to leave without an explanation?"

Xie Wen blocked his way and pushed his knees, and Jiang Zhiye was caught off guard and pushed back on the couch again.

Before the man could recover, Xie Wen conjured up the baton out of nowhere, and twirled it in his hand.

Jiang Zhiye watched as the slightly thinner end of the baton swept across his Adam's apple, and walked down the straight line of the shirt. The slight force caused him to tremble involuntarily, and then three inches below his abdomen, the suit pants were obviously tight. somewhere to stop.

He subconsciously raised his hand to hold Xie Wen's wrist, with blue veins on his forehead: "You──"

"I?"

Xie Wen took back his baton and replied provocatively: "You dare to be tough, but you dare not let me say it?"

The author has something to say:

Son, you finally woke up!

The old mother wiped her tears.