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

I wanted to quickly settle the business at hand after returning to China, and then find a chance to return to Germany.Unexpectedly, when autumn passed and winter came, Jiang Zhiye couldn't spare the time.

Just after the light snow solar term, the temperature in Tangjia City plummeted, and the wind was bitterly cold.

Jiang Zhiye's mood suddenly fell to the bottom, and a kind of unreasonable depression and panic spread in his body.This mood has nothing to do with anyone or anything but purely winter.

winter is here.

Recently, Xue Wei, who watched the president talk less and less, became anxious.

Having been by Jiang Zhiye's side for so long, he could keenly sense that something was wrong with the man.At work, Jiang Zhiye handles things unambiguously, no different from usual, but during non-working hours, he always sits in the office silently, his peach blossom eyes are not shining brightly, and he becomes more and more stern.

Moreover, he resumed his usual habit of working overtime, not eating on time, smoking frequently, and basically never arranged for Xue Wei to do other things except work.

This state lasted for a while, and one day after get off work, he suddenly returned to the company and knocked on the door of the president's office.

"Mr. Jiang, let's have some food."

Xue Wei put a packaged meal from a nearby restaurant in front of Jiang Zhiye, watching him carefully.

The man's hand that was writing was slightly paused, and he responded in a cold voice, "Put it down first."

If it continues to be left, he must have forgotten it in the end, and then the cleaning lady in the building will take it away and throw it away.

Xue Wei had already discovered how careless Jiang Zhiye was about this matter. Many times, if he didn't remind him, Jiang Zhiye would never know that it was time for dinner.

In Xue Wei's eyes, he is like a bionic person, he can't feel cold, warm and hungry, and he will return to his usual appearance only when he is working.Of course, this may also be related to the nature of Jiang Zhiye's work. Xue Wei believes that if Jiang Zhiye's work would not be involved with so many group companies and employees, he might be in the same state as he is now.

Possibly even worse.Because by that time, no one can maintain the most basic communication that human beings need with him.

Xue Wei finally couldn't hold back, and decided to bring up a very intimidating topic to pressure him, praying that this stone would stir up some splashes in Jiang Zhiye's pool.

"Mr. Jiang, when do you plan to go to Berlin recently? Do you need me to book a flight ticket for you, or readjust your itinerary?"

"I heard that the Italian Philharmonic Orchestra has postponed the concert for some reason and is currently resting in Berlin. Mr. Xie hasn't left yet."

Sure enough, after saying this, Jiang Zhiye raised his head.

"I know," he nodded, "you don't need to arrange it, just go down."

Jiang Zhiye knew more about his itinerary for November and December than Xue Wei did, and he also knew that Xue Wei just said this to arouse his reaction.

He won't have time to go to Berlin, a pile of signing papers and business meetings still awaits him.If he could spare the time, Jiang Zhiye would definitely notify Xue Wei immediately to book a flight.

However, the profession of a businessman is different from others. He needs cooperation and credibility.If Jiang Zhiye was an employee of a government agency or a teacher in a certain school, he could ask for leave and find someone to take his place. There was nothing to worry about.But doing business involves both parties, and he can't drag down other people's progress because of his own private affairs.

Xue Wei was choked by Jiang Zhiye's innocuous words and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Well, at the end of the year, Mrs. Jiang will be busy, but it's not so hard, so busy that even Mr. Xie doesn't want to see him?

Xue Wei didn't believe it, so he asked again: "Mr. Xie has been participating in the online live broadcast of a boy group in China recently, Mr. Jiang, are you interested in watching it too..."

Jiang Zhiye tapped on the wooden tabletop with a pen, and leaned back his upper body slightly: "What happened to you today, why do you keep mentioning him?"

"I," Xue Wei hesitated to speak, "Mr. Jiang, you seem to be in a bad mood."

"It has nothing to do with whether I have time to see him," Jiang Zhiye corrected his thinking, closed his eyes and said, "It's my own problem."

In this state, he didn't sort out his emotions, and he didn't dare to see Xie Wen.If it gets out of control by then, who will be responsible?

Being able to maintain the current relationship with Xie Wen is already the result of Jiang Zhiyehua's best efforts, and he will not easily destroy everything now.

"Anyway, you still have to take good care of yourself."

Xue Wei really has nothing to say.Mr. Jiang himself thought very clearly and was very rational. He had already formed a logical closed loop in his heart, which Xue Wei couldn't break or say.

But from his perspective as an outsider, Jiang Zhiye can completely hand over this vulnerability to someone who can be trusted. Even if he can't, Mr. Xu can't, his parents can't, Mr. Xie can always do it.

Jiang Zhiye is like a bow that is getting fuller and fuller. There is no arrow on the bowstring, so even if the bow is drawn to the extreme, it will not affect anyone.But without that cathartic arrow as a standard of measurement, he could easily fail to grasp the pressure limit of the bowstring, and the result of pulling it more and more full is very likely to stretch the string. If it really breaks, then nothing will happen. .

Even if it's just talking to Mr. Xie, so what, it's better than being uncomfortable with such a person.

"Today is Friday. You should rest well for the next two days. Monday is the signing anniversary of the Sino-French Cooperation Fund. On that day, you only need to attend the online opening ceremony, and there are no other arrangements."

Xue Wei hinted at this point, and then silently exited the office.

Jiang Zhiye was left alone here.

He finished processing the rest of the documents and found that it was still very early.

friday...

Jiang Zhiye didn't have a clear idea of ​​what day of the week it should be. To him, it was nothing more than the difference between working at home and working in a company.

friday...

He picked up the lunch box that Xue Wei had put down. The meal was still hot. After two bites, he felt that it was tasteless and he lost his appetite, so he put it down.

Jiang Zhiye picked up his coat, turned on his phone and looked at the calendar.

It's almost December.

What holidays are there in December?There is the winter solstice, and dumplings should be eaten according to the custom, there is Christmas Eve, the next day is Christmas, and then New Year.

There is no holiday he likes, and he doesn't think about it at all.

Jiang Zhiye turned off his mobile phone, took the elevator to the underground parking lot, and thought about how to quickly pass this season in his mind.

It would be great if you could survive in a daze without having to think clearly.It is best to take a long sleep, open your eyes and it will be spring.

When spring comes, his condition will definitely improve, and then he can go to see Xie Wen.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhiye's mood was rarely better. On the way home, he thought sluggishly, maybe he could drink some wine, and he would not remember anything when he was drunk.

He wouldn't go to the bar, so the first thing he did when he got home was to go to the wine cabinet and take out all the wine sent by all the partners, government officials, and miscellaneous company bosses.

He sat down on the restaurant bar, took out a glass, and started drinking.

First, he drank wine, dry red or dry white. Jiang Zhiye didn't have any intention of tasting wine at all, and drank it directly, feeling the hot feeling of alcohol burning his throat and pouring into his stomach.

Usually when going out to socialize and discuss business, no one dared to persuade Jiang Zhiye to drink, so for so many years, the entrepreneurs in the circle did not know what Mr. Jiang looked like when he was drunk.Even if he usually goes out to dinner and drink, Jiang Zhiye will not drink more than one bottle.

He already has a good capacity for alcohol, which has something to do with what his parents asked him to do when he was in college. After graduation, no one dared to force him to drink so much.

It is said that business is easy to talk about at the wine table. This sentence does not work for President Jiang, because he will not give others this face at all. Even if he really has the opportunity, he will not be discouraged.

Being able to drink is a good thing, but for Jiang Zhiye, who only wants to get drunk, it is not to blame for this kind of torture.

He drank and drank, and the more he drank, the more he felt uncomfortable, and those sad days in winter always appeared in front of his eyes: some Xie Wen told him, let's break up, some Jiang's mother pointed at his nose and scolded him, what an unfilial son, some Song Yingqing, who hadn't contacted for a long time, said coldly that he deserved it.

There are colorful Christmas trees, pure white snow, coffee stains on the ground, and the violin.

Someone knelt in the snow, not believing that everything was over like this, lying there in pain, even gasping for breath.

Just like Jiang Zhiye now.

He drank the wine expressionlessly, without shedding a tear.

The movement of raising the glass and pouring the wine was steady and smooth, but the heart in the chest was cutting like a blunt knife turned into alcohol, tick tick tick tick tick tick, blood gushed into every corner of the body but couldn't flow out.

After drinking, Jiang Zhiye finally couldn't hold it anymore, fell asleep on the bar counter of the restaurant, and fell asleep on his suit jacket.

The broken diamonds on the cuff buttons shone with tiny pieces of light, drawing white marks on the flat table.

After falling asleep for about four or ten minutes, he woke up tormented by a churning stomach.

It didn't take long, but after waking up, I was very refreshed, and the sad feeling seemed to have disappeared.

Jiang Zhiye wanted to push the table in front of him to go to the bathroom, but he pushed it hard for a long time, but the table didn't move at all.He turned his head to look for a while, and found that the table was embedded in the floor and could not be removed.

So he had to move his chair and staggered down.

He threw up in the bathroom for a long time, looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes were a little hazy, and a large pink patch appeared on his neck and behind his ears.

He wants, what is he going to do?

Jiang Zhiye washed his face, his whole body was still steaming like a fever, and his face didn't cool down.

Oh yes, go find Xie Wen.

Jiang Zhiye returned to the wine table and fumbled to find his mobile phone. In the communication, he found two Xie Wen.

...Which one to call?

Jiang Zhiye struggled for a while, and decided to let it happen. He first dialed the first one, but the other party showed that it was shut down.

It stands to reason that it is time to hit the second one, but the fear in his bones made him stop this behavior.

The second one, he won't pick up the second one either, he's gone abroad.And the current time is not suitable.

friday...

Jiang Zhiye closed his eyes, covered his forehead and sat on the floor for a while, then suddenly sat up and walked upstairs.

He leaned on the curved railing to reach the fourth floor, and searched for his ID in the bedroom drawer. After searching for a long time, he didn't find his passport.So he took out his cell phone again and called Xue Wei.

"Mr. Jiang, what's the matter?"

"Where is my passport?" Jiang Zhiye raised his voice and asked.

"Your passport is in the document bag on the car. Are you going to fly abroad?" Xue Wei's tone showed a bit of excitement, "I can book a ticket for you now."

"Okay, come and pick me up, now go to the airport," Jiang Zhiye held the phone with both hands, and said slowly, "I'm going to Italy, Rome."

"Rome? Shouldn't we be going to Berlin?"

"What are you going to do in Berlin?" Jiang Zhiye asked back.

"..." Xue Wei on the opposite side finally realized that something was wrong, "Mr. Jiang, what day is it today?"

"Today is—" Jiang Zhiye frowned, "It's Friday."

"Mr. Jiang... what's the matter with you, could it be that you've been drinking?"

"I drank, can't I get on the plane after drinking?" Jiang Zhiye's tone suddenly became sharp.

"Yes, yes, I will book a ticket for you now, but we are going to Berlin. Mr. Xie will hold a concert in Berlin soon, have you forgotten?"

forget?He can't forget it.

Jiang Zhiye was silent for a while, and said, "Okay, go buy a ticket to Berlin, I'll wait for you."

Xue Wei moved quickly, he put aside what he was doing and drove straight to Jiang Zhiye's villa.The moment the door was opened, the strong smell of alcohol hit the face.

As he walked in, he looked at the crumbling wine bottles on the ground, and his heart skipped a beat.

In this case, should Mr. Jiang go to see Mr. Xie?Nothing will happen.

Just as he was thinking, the sound of going downstairs suddenly sounded from the stairs, Xue Wei looked up, and saw Jiang Zhiye standing in front of him, neatly dressed and maintaining a meticulous look.

If it weren't for those drunken eyes that looked a little blurred, Xue Wei would have thought that Jiang Zhiye wasn't drunk at all.

"Go, go now."

After saying this, Jiang Zhiye went out with a straight face, as if he was about to attend an important meeting.

Xue Wei looked at the back of his boss complicatedly, and suddenly felt a little sorry for Xie Wen.

You won't cause any trouble for Mr. Xie, will you?

Having said that, he still hopes that the two of them can meet, as long as Jiang can always feel better, it will be better than now.

Xue Wei sent Jiang Zhiye to the international airport, and he bought himself a plane ticket, but Jiang Zhiye found out when he checked in and severely stopped him.

"...Mr. Jiang, I have to go with you. If you go alone, I don't feel at ease." Xue Wei explained earnestly.

"No need," Jiang Zhiye raised his eyebrows, "I went alone last time, you just stay at the Tang's house to handle the company's affairs."

"Send you to Mr. Xie, and I'll be back right away." Xue Wei raised three fingers to promise that he was really worried about a drunk man wandering around in the streets of Berlin, Germany.

"I'm looking for my wife," Jiang Zhiye said, "what are you going to do?"

What did Mr. Jiang say?Looking for his wife?

Xue Wei froze, he reacted for three seconds, then put his fist on his lips, turned his head and couldn't help but smile.

To be honest, this was the first time he saw Mr. Jiang who was drunk.

"Mr. Jiang doesn't want me to go. How about this? I'll contact the fund partner in Germany and ask them to call a few assistants to pick you up. I'll definitely see them again before acting."

Xue Wei patiently told him one by one, he knew that Jiang Zhiye was drunk and couldn't remember what he said at all.But what should be said still has to be said, and it has to be repeated to him over and over again, what if he remembers it?

Mr. Jiang has drunk like this, don't you still remember that today is Friday?

Just like that, he sent Jiang Zhiye to the plane. When the man left, his gait was slightly flamboyant, but his expression was still very calm. As long as no one talked to him too much, he shouldn't notice anything unusual.

Xue Wei watched the boarding gate close, sighed faintly, and said to himself what kind of fate is it for me to be a father and a mother at the same time.

He couldn't delay what he had to do, so he immediately made a few phone calls to communicate with Germany.

By the time everything was sorted out, it was already very late.

Xue Weiwei walked outside the terminal building while playing with his mobile phone. Before leaving, he clicked on the weather app to check the weather conditions in Berlin: rain and fog.

It's broken, Mr. Jiang didn't take the umbrella.

The plane landed in Berlin just in time for a night of rain.

The rustling cool wind kept blowing, and the raindrops fell to the ground like broken pearls. The thick ink-like sky was crowded with dark clouds, and the moon could not be seen.

This flight did not land as Xue Wei expected, it landed ahead of schedule.

Naturally, those people who had agreed upon did not receive Jiang Zhiye at the international airport.

In the early hours of the morning, the two waiters at the front desk of the Kempinski Hotel were bored playing guessing games.

The leather shoes made a crisp sound when they stepped on the marble tiles. Accompanied by the fine raindrops at night, a man with water dripping on his body appeared at the entrance of the hotel lobby.

He has an oriental face, three-dimensional features, handsome face, a little shaky walking, and a bit of hazy flickering in his peach eyes.The black windbreaker on his body was wet from the rain, and water was splashed on the floor silently.

One of the waiters noticed the appearance of the man and looked at him with wide eyes vigilantly. Then he noticed that the man did not intend to check in at the front desk, but went directly past them to the elevator, and reminded: "Sir, you To come here to check in, if you are a tenant, please show your room card."

When Jiang Zhiye heard this sentence, he paused, and began to translate English in his mind.

He pursed his lips and walked to the front desk, first said: "I'm not..."

Realizing that the sentence was in Chinese, he shut up, and then began to explain in English: "I'm not a tenant here, I'm just here to find someone."

"That's not allowed, we want to protect the safety of the tenants, you can't go in."

"I can't go in?"

Jiang Zhiye looked at him arrogantly, picked up his collar directly, and said word by word: "Then do you know who I am?"

The waiter was obviously frightened. Just as he was about to say something, another waiter beside him said, "You can put him up there. I've seen him. Not long ago, he was helping his boyfriend get a room here."

"Really?"

"It's true, he's a drunk now, and you'd better leave him alone."

So the waiter said: "Okay, sir, please complete the registration, and you can go up after registration."

Jiang Zhiye slowly let go of the shackles, and took out a bunch of documents from his pocket: ID card, boarding pass, passport, and so on.

He watched the two waiters rushing to check in, and it was already very late after these procedures were completed.

One o'clock.

Xie Wen was awakened suddenly by a knock on the door.

Moreover, this knock on the door was not as respectful and polite as the hotel cleaning staff, but rather muffled, revealing a bit of unreasonable trouble.

It's so late, who's coming to find him, the orchestra?

Xie Wen lifted the quilt, turned on the bedside lamp, and got out of bed with slippers on.

He walked to the door of the room, followed the cat's eyes for a few glances, his drowsiness disappeared instantly, and he opened the door before he could react.

A drenched man stood outside the door.

Jiang Zhiye was holding on to the door frame, his face was slightly flushed, his wet eyes were looking at him without blinking, the water droplets from the tip of his hair slid down his chin, past his Adam's apple, and disappeared in his clothes.

The man was like a giant dog that fell into the water. The moment he saw Xie Wen, he suddenly opened his arms and rushed to hug him.

"ginger……"

Just as Xie Wen was about to say something, the overwhelming smell of alcohol lingered.

"Are you, are you drunk?"

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This is the second update today!

PS There is a scientific basis for depression in winter. There are sayings that this situation is called winter depression. There are many reasons for this: shorter sunshine, greater stress, and so on.However, Mr. Jiang is different from the general situation. It is more appropriate to say that he is ptsd.

If you are in a bad mood, you must say it, talk it out, don't hold back like Mr. Jiang! !