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

Jiang Zhiye's chest heaved and heaved, watching him, the strength in his hands relaxed a bit, but he still didn't let go.

"What are you afraid of?"

The top of the baton gently draws a circle around the precious leather belt. This seemingly irresponsible and irresponsible provocation is not the most severe punishment for Jiang Zhiye. Xie Wen did not break away from him. The hand that came out took the baton: "Afraid it will poke you?"

Jiang Zhiye followed his gaze, and the pure black baton fell on his fingertips, making Xie Wen's skin as white as snow.

"This is a treasure used by the classical symphony conductor Toscanini. I spent a lot of money to buy it several times and re-polished the package. The carvings on it are carved by me bit by bit with a knife. Do you dislike it? ?”

The final ending was very soft, Jiang Zhiye's Adam's apple rolled, and a shadow was cast over his peach blossom eyes.

He saw Xie Wen carefully caressing the pattern on the bottom of the baton, the dark and white colors intertwined, which reminded him of something, and his breathing became more rapid.

"Don't worry, it's not dirty, I'm the only one who touched it after the renovation."

Xie Wen turned the baton, looked at the slightly embarrassed Jiang Zhiye, and asked condescendingly: "Why don't you speak, is your throat uncomfortable?"

"I'm not going to tell people that you saw something you shouldn't see and then reacted."

Jiang Zhiye calmed down the emotion/wave aroused by the man in front of him, and said hoarsely: "No, I didn't because of this..."

So what is he going to say?Is it shameful to admit that my desire/thought comes from Xie Wen and offend him like this?

It was the first time seeing Jiang Zhiye who was so embarrassed, Xie Wen smiled and didn't choose to continue embarrassing him.

The legs pressed by the man's side slowly retracted, and he got up and was about to leave.

At this time, the door of the lounge was suddenly pushed open violently.

The unknown staff member held the notice and called softly: "Mr. Xie... Thank you..."

The syllable was not fully pronounced, he opened his eyes wide in doubt, and froze in place, looking at the two men on the sofa who were glued together.

From this angle, Xie Wen's straight upper body is overwhelmingly clamping down on the opponent, the dark blue back blocks the appearance of the man below him, and only two pairs of slender legs can be seen colliding together, and the toes of the shoes are also intimate of clinging.

Before the staff could say sorry, Xie Wen turned his face and looked at him coldly.

"Get out." The cold voice contained thin anger.

This time the door was closed very hard, with a loud "bang" mixed with panic.

Xie Wen supported the sofa and stood up, glanced at the man lightly, then turned to lock the door.

Jiang Zhiye was still thinking about explaining, Xie Wen had already crossed the sofa, walked to the dressing table, started to untie his bow tie in front of the mirror, and asked, "What are you doing here, just to watch my teammates perform live?"

"..."

Jiang Zhiye coughed twice with his fist on his lips. He actually came this time to see Xie Wen, but unfortunately, it was still a step late.

"It's nothing, you—will you continue to perform in Tangjia City?" he asked.

"Probably not," Xie Wen put away the velvet box on the table, carefully looking at his beloved baton, "We still have a place to go to next, and Tangjia City is just one of them."

"Will you come back after the tour?"

"meeting."

This time Xie Wen answered decisively: "My home is here, if I don't go back here, where else can I go back?"

Jiang Zhiye's heart settled down for a few moments, and there was a hint of pleading in his tone: "Can we have a chat?"

Xie Wen on the seat heard this, turned to face him, stretched his long legs, and listened attentively: "You can do it now. The door is locked, no one will disturb you."

Jiang Zhiye tightened his fingertips.

Xie Wen blinked at him: "What's the matter, is it possible that you are still not feeling well?"

Jiang Zhiye's mouth was astringent, and he said softly, "...I'm retiring the engagement."

Xie Wen didn't speak, and the room was silent.

"The Jiang family should not ask me to be engaged to anyone else. If they plan to continue to threaten the Jiang family's inheritance, I don't have to," Jiang Zhiye said with a wry smile, "It's just that I may be too old by then. , If you start over in your career, you won’t be competitive anymore.”

Not Jiang?

Xie Wen's long eyelashes trembled, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes were fixed on him.

This doesn't sound like something someone like Jiang Zhiye would say, even Jiang Zhiye himself thinks so.But he has already experienced the pain of doing wrong things because of his pursuit of power. Those difficult days remind him all the time that he must make a break in this matter.

Halfway through his age, he still wants to work hard, at least to be a person capable of protecting Xie Wen from the wind and rain.It would be better if he starts to grow old after a few years, and he can only reach a position where he can't go up or down. At that time, where will he have the ability to protect him?

Yes, age.

There was such a hurdle between the two of them, Jiang Zhiye had never noticed it before, and even if he thought about it, he didn't think it was a problem.

But now, he suddenly felt that there was an age gap between himself and Xie Wen. Xie Wen looked young and fresh, what about himself?It's already a piece of rotten wood that can't absorb any moisture.

If a younger man appeared in front of Xie Wen, Jiang Zhiye would not have any advantage, should he just watch him with someone else?

From the moment Jiang Zhiye lay on the hospital bed and thought about this problem, he knew that he must cherish his body and delay the passage of life as much as possible. No matter how bad it was, he could still see Xie Wen more.

He quit the relapsed cigarettes again, Jiang Zhiye no longer joked about his body, and never went to bars.

Not going to the bar is not entirely due to paying attention to the body. On the day the two broke up, Jiang Zhiye began to hate the bar.

He also hated time, hated why he didn't meet Xie Wen earlier, or was born a few years later. It's better to let Jiang Zhichao be the elder brother and let him be the wayward younger brother, so that he can seize the opportunity that Jiang Zhichao dismissed. In my own hands, learn music, piano or whatever, and then meet Xie Wen in another way.

Their beginnings were not good, and so was the ending. If possible, Jiang Zhiye is willing to use all of this life and the next life to compensate him, as well as his own regrets.

But regret is not good, regret is useless, apart from wasting emotions, it cannot bring psychological comfort to Jiang Zhiye.

"The current investor of the music education project is me. Xue Wei will send you all the materials since taking over. If you are not satisfied, you can modify it at any time."

"Now it's your project," Xie Wen lowered his eyes, unable to tell what he was feeling, "The location near the city center is very good, and I haven't been to the other two yet, but the address you like should be no problem."

Jiang Zhiye's face was a little touched by this passage: "Have you been there?"

when is itWhy didn't they meet?

Xie Wen nodded.

"The municipal government attaches great importance to the development of the music industry in Tangjia City, and intends to turn this industry into a business card," Jiang Zhiye analyzed in a deep voice, "You have...appeared in the public eye as William, can you consider becoming an activity center? spokesperson? You can set the conditions as you like."

It was extremely difficult for him to say the word William.

Xie Wen said "oh" with a long voice, and asked amusedly: "When did you find out, because of the performance at the Rome Concert Hall?"

"No," Jiang Zhiye closed his eyes, "I found it on that violin."

Xie Wen was stunned, and then remembered that there was such a thing, he once made a violin for Jiang Zhiye, at that time, he wanted to make a lot for him.

Looking back on myself at that time, I was indeed a bit silly, but also quite cute.

Xie Wen hadn't been in love for a long time, and he couldn't remember what it was like.

"I didn't deliberately conceal your intentions, I just wanted to give you a surprise when I gave you the piano." Xie Wen looked at him, "You observed very carefully."

The piano was broken like that, of course he watched it carefully.

"The spokesperson thing, do you agree?"

Speaking of this, Xie Wen raised his eyebrows: "Boss Jiang really talks about it every day. A few days ago, he deliberately asked someone to inform me that I am not suitable."

Jiang Zhiye's eyes flashed a helpless arc: "I didn't say that."

"Little stars who don't like dyed hair," Xie Wen asked, "Didn't you say so?"

"..."

Jiang Zhiye choked up.

He said so, but that's not talking about Xie Wen.

Or...was he the one that day?

The two looked at each other, and Xie Wen smiled lightly.

"Knock knock" three times, Meng Shu stood outside the door and shouted: "Boss, we should go."

Xie Wen stood up from his seat, picked up his bow tie and baton, and stopped in front of Jiang Zhiye.

"Although I don't know much about Jiang's family, you still have to hold it in your hands. Don't be so strict with yourself."

Jiang Zhiye looked up at him.

"If our relationship pains you, why should you care?"

Xie Wen said softly: "If you come out earlier, you will suffer less, and punish yourself with the past every day, don't you feel sad?"

"Jiang Zhiye, that relationship is over. You should have something more to care about."

Jiang Zhiye's eyes were a little red, and he was silent for a long time before he said, "You say that... isn't it just stabbing my heart with a knife?"

He confessed, confessed, and made himself clear, Xie Wen was indifferent.

This finally made Jiang Zhiye realize that it was impossible for him to save this relationship.

Xie Wen was not moved by his actions.

They're over.

The two men sat and stood one at a time, Xie Wen looked at Jiang Zhiye, the thought of comfort flashed by, but he restrained himself from taking it back.

He couldn't help Jiang Zhiye in this matter, because he himself had experienced such a difficult time.

Even some feelings are still clinging to a certain corner like a cocoon, and occasionally pulled out to tug at his heart.

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