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

On the afternoon of New Year's Eve, the flight from Berlin to Rome landed at the international airport on time.

The cabin door and corridor were all opened, Xie Wen walked out first, he walked forward for a distance, turned around and saw that Jiang Zhiye was arranging his sleeves on the side of the corridor, the passing passengers could not help but look at him more Two eyes.

"Let's go, you are handsome today."

Xie Wen stepped forward and grabbed his wrist, couldn't help but smiled: "With me here, you don't have to worry about anything."

In order to leave a good impression on Xie Wen's parents, Jiang Zhiye has been shopping for clothes in various shopping malls in Berlin these two days. Today he is wearing the new season's mid-short black leather boots and a pair of dark blue checkered trousers. Straight and slender legs, plus a dark brown long coat and a three-piece suit and tie of the same color.The hair was combed back deliberately, exposing the superior browbones and facial features, making her look more handsome than usual.

Even though Xie Wen said so, Jiang Zhiye was still a little nervous.

He grabbed Xie Wen's hand as if no one else was there, and leaned over to give him a quick kiss: "Is there anything your parents don't like in particular, can you make up for me?"

For this meeting, Jiang Zhiye didn't bring a single cigarette with him, and even the clothes were washed three times with Xie Wen's usual brand of laundry detergent before drying them. He didn't even dare to use perfume, for fear that Xie Wen's parents would disgusted.

No matter when he was a student or an adult, there were very few meetings that made Jiang Zhiye so nervous, although he had already met Xie Wen's parents before this.

"What are you afraid of? They are very talkative," Xie Wen dragged him away, "It's not a big deal, don't be afraid."

In fact, he didn't know much about it, mainly because he lost his temper in front of his parents the last time he broke up with him, and they didn't understand that Jiang Zhiye had done so much to redeem himself.

But Xie Wen felt even more awkward if he had to count things with his mother, so he didn't plan to talk about it, and was going to take a step at a time.

This time someone is responsible for picking up the plane, it is Xie Wen's father.

When Jiang Zhiye went to pick up things from the luggage carousel, Xie Wen called his father.They walked out together, and Jiang Zhiye heard Xie Wen say: "My dad is waiting in front, his Chinese name is Xie Zan, and his English name is Andrew... You have met before, you should know."

Jiang Zhiye nodded: "Then does he prefer a Chinese name or an English name..."

"--dad!"

Xie Wen's call with a slightly raised tone instantly lifted Jiang Zhiye's heart.

He turned his head slightly, and saw a man in a lambswool coat smiling and waving to them not far away.

The man is tall, his appearance is more European than Xie Wen's, his waist ratio is incredible, and his pupil color is lighter than Xie Wen's.

Jiang Zhiye held something in one hand, and quietly clenched his other free hand, as if hesitating how to say hello.

Father Xie had already hugged Xie Wen first, and asked with a smile, "Are you tired? The car is outside, let's go home now." It turned out to be a very fluent and standard Mandarin.

He let go of his son, put his eyes on Jiang Zhiye, and his smile slowed down.

Jiang Zhiye's heart went cold for the most part.

"Little Jiang, it's been a long time." Father Xie stretched out his hand and shook hands with him, "The last time I saw you was in the hospital, how is your recovery?"

"It's all right now," Jiang Zhiye said with a smile, "Thank you uncle for your concern, it's just a stomach problem, nothing else."

Only then did Xie Wen remember that Jiang Zhiye was hospitalized in Rome, and he turned around and asked with his eyes.

Jiang Zhiye shook his head.

"It's fine," Xie's father patted his arm, "Let's go, Mom has gone to the supermarket to buy vegetables, let's pick her up together."

Xie Wen pulled Jiang Zhiye into his father's SUV, and the car drove to the city together.

Just after Christmas, there are still Christmas trees and elk pendants in the roadside shops, and the festive atmosphere is strong.Xie's father stopped at an esselunga supermarket closest to the city center, and then called Xie's mother.

"You two are waiting in the car, I will pick her up."

Jiang Zhiye saw the needle and said, "Uncle, let me go with you, and I can help carry things."

Xie Wen said: "Then let's go together."

Xie's father turned around and glanced at the two people in the back seat of the car, and said with a smile, "Okay, let's get out of the car."

They waited at the exit of the supermarket. It didn't take long for Xie's father to walk through the crowd to find his wife. Jiang Zhiye walked up to take the shopping bag from Xie's mother's hand quickly.

"Little Jiang?" She was stunned for a moment, "It's okay, we'll just take it, you're a guest today."

Jiang Zhiye said: "It's okay, Auntie, let me get it."

Several people got into the car with a lot of ingredients, Xie's father seemed in a good mood, and played Teresa Teng's song.It was already dark outside the window, and Xie’s mother was sitting in the co-pilot chatting with him about how to make some dishes tonight. There was no light in the back seat, only the neon light from the street came in and illuminated Xie Wen and Jiang Zhiye. Shadowy.

The atmosphere was particularly good, Jiang Zhiye's heart seemed to be soaked in honey water, slowly softening.

At this time, Xie Wen came up and said in a low voice when Teresa Teng's singing gradually reached a climax: "My dad really likes Teresa Teng, he chased my mother because my mother has a round face, she looks very similar to Teresa Teng. "

Jiang Zhiye smiled: "I can't tell, uncle looks so foreign, but he likes Chinese culture very much."

"He grew up in China and didn't want me to forget my roots, so I always went to school in China when I was young," Xie Wen said, "Aren't you also from the Tang family? Maybe we used to go to the same school."

"Makes sense."

Jiang Zhiye stretched out his hand to hook him, turned his head slightly to kiss him, and swept Xie Wen's mouth with the tip of his tongue.

Xie Wen pushed him away: "Don't make trouble."

"They won't see..." Jiang Zhiye didn't let go, wanting to do it again.

At this moment, the car slowly pulled over to the side of the road, and Dad Xie turned on the lights in the car.

The two quickly separated and sat down.

Seeing Xie's father turn around to look at Jiang Zhiye, he said with a smile: "Little Jiang, how about going somewhere with me?"

Jiang Zhiye immediately said, "No problem, uncle."

Seeing the two of them get out of the car, Xie Wen saw his mother take the initiative to sit in the driver's seat and start the car, so he asked, "Mom, where are they going?"

"Your father took Xiao Jiang to the gym and said he wanted to train him."

Xie Wen suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart: "But Dad is a professional, isn't he still practicing martial arts recently?"

"That's right, Wenwen, Dad wants to show him off, so don't worry about it, come home with me and prepare dinner."

"Mom," Xie Wen hesitated, "Do you not like him?"

"It doesn't matter whether you like it or not. Of course, my father and I respect your opinion," Xie's mother comforted, "Since Xiao Jiang can catch up with you, it must have cleared up your doubts, but we haven't taught you the lesson yet." Woolen cloth."

Xie Wen said slowly: "Then, if Dad is serious—"

"He has a measure, don't worry."

Xie's mother took him home, and the two began to prepare meals. Xie Wen was not very good at cooking, and was thrown out by Xie's mother after washing the dishes.

When he returned to his room, he found that it was often cleaned, and there was no smell of dust at all. He relaxed and lay down on the bed.After resting for a while, Xie Wen sat up again, looked around the room, and saw the hyacinth in the small vase by the window.

He bought this flower last year. One year later, after the flower bloomed and withered, it turned into a small green bamboo shoot again.

Xie Wen went to the desk and opened the drawer, inadvertently saw the diary written last year.

Time flies so fast, and another year has passed in a trance, but the mood is not the same as before.He pulled back the stool, re-wrote something, and looked back at his past writing, feeling ridiculously naive again.

Halfway through the meal, Xie Wen heard the sound of the door being opened. He stood up and walked out of his room, went around to the living room, and saw two tall men coming in one after the other.Xie's father had a ruddy complexion and looked radiant. He walked without panting at all. Jiang Zhiye, who was following behind him, also had a flushed face, but he was panting, looking tired, and there were bruises at the corners of his mouth.

Xie's father turned around and went to the kitchen, preparing to help with the cooking while exercising his muscles and bones. Xie Wen walked to Jiang Zhiye's side and looked at him: "Are you all right, what's wrong with my dad?"

He stretched out his hand to touch the corner of Jiang Zhiye's mouth, and the latter stretched out his cold hand to gently brush him away, comforting him, "I'm fine, my physical strength is too weak."

"What are you doing?" Xie Wen handed him the prepared slippers, "Did he make things difficult for you?"

"Running, boxing, uncle just wanted to test me, there was no malice," Jiang Zhiye felt a little apprehensive as long as he recalled what he had just experienced, "It seems that I have to develop some hobbies when I return to China, otherwise I will not be able to bear it. "

What are the usual squash, tennis, and golf? If you really want to fight with live ammunition, this kind of violent venting exercise can satisfy you.

Xie Wen touched the wound on the corner of his mouth again: "I'd better give you some medicine."

"Don't worry baby," Jiang Zhiye said with a smile, "Just give me a kiss and I'll be fine."

Xie Wen really leaned forward and kissed her.

Jiang Zhiye suddenly pressed the back of his head and deepened the kiss.

After a long time, he reluctantly let go: "I'm going to help my uncle and aunt cook."

The four of them worked together in the kitchen, making a pile of Chinese style and Italian style, and they sat at the dining table to eat. During this period, Xie's father and mother Xie kept looking for topics to chat with Jiang Zhiye.

When talking about the topic of family background, Mother Xie asked one more question, and Jiang Zhiye told the truth.

"So it's the Jiang family..." She laughed, "Your uncle and I are also natives of the Tang family, so of course we know something about the rich and powerful families there. It's changed, you are the eldest son, your parents probably won't agree with you being with Wenwen."

Jiang Zhiye paused for a moment while holding the chopsticks.

Under the table, Xie Wen quietly reached out to hold him.

"Auntie is right." The corners of Jiang Zhiye's lips curled slightly, he didn't know what else to defend besides thanking his mother, "However, I will not make a decision based on my parents' opinions, I will try my best to fight for it. "

"You don't need to be nervous, this kind of thing needs a process," Xie's mother said softly, "Your uncle and I also adjusted for a while before we figured it out. I believe Jiang's father and Jiang's mother thought the same way."

Jiang Zhiye suddenly felt that the dumplings in his mouth had lost their taste, he chewed slowly and said: "...you are right."

After dinner, Xie's father took the initiative to clean up the dishes, while Xie's mother stopped her son and asked him to take Jiang Zhiye for a stroll in the street.

"You stayed at home on New Year's Eve last year, and you still have to go out for a walk this year. Xiao Jiang hasn't been to Rome much, so you take him around."

Xie Wen then pulled the man on the sofa up: "Let's go, I'll take you out to play."

The two wrapped themselves in down jackets and scarves, and walked hand in hand on the streets of Rome.Gorgeous fireworks are blooming above the head, and the street is full of excitement. At a glance, there are all young faces.

Xie Wen took Jiang Zhiye to walk around, telling interesting stories about winter and summer vacations in Rome when he was a child, at the Arc de Triomphe, at the musical fountain, the wishing pool, the arena...

Jiang Zhiye looked down at his side face, and said with a lonely tone, "I wish I could meet you sooner."

"It's not too late now," Xie Wen said with a smile, "If it had been earlier, we wouldn't have been able to."

"why?"

"At that time, you must have been more arrogant and playful than you are now," Xie Wen said, "I don't like to play with emotions casually."

Jiang Zhiye raised his eyebrows: "Now I don't like it anymore, I just want to seriously 'play' with you, preferably on every possible occasion." He deliberately bit the word "play" very hard.

Then Xie Wen took him to the shopping mall next to the street, the two of them looked at it, and fell in love with a ring, Jiang Zhiye touched his pocket when he was about to pay, his face changed slightly.

After he arrived at Xie Wen's house, he changed his clothes and forgot to bring his wallet when he went out for a walk. Now he is penniless - he didn't even take his mobile phone.

"Swipe mine," Xie Wen took out his card, glanced at the man's blue face, and smiled, "Don't make such an expression, aren't you happy if I buy you a ring?"

"Happy," Jiang Zhiye hugged him, "My wife is so nice."

When the ring was in his hand, he couldn't wait to put it on, and since then he has been fiddling with it like a child who has never worn a ring.

The New Year's Eve passed so peacefully and gently. The big clock on the square struck twelve times, and all kinds of firecrackers and fireworks were lit in the sky. Xie Wen turned his head and said, "Happy New Year."

Jiang Zhiye looked at Xie Wen's bright and gentle face under the dazzling brilliance, his eyes flickered, and suddenly remembered the grass concert that year, Xie Wen was quietly beside him like this, within reach, but so beautiful True, the time, place, and scene are different, but he still moves his heart.Whether it is not getting what you want, or falling in love, whether it is a sudden breakup, or reuniting after a long absence, Jiang Zhiye's heart rate will still be abnormal when he sees him, and it has never changed.

The two looked at each other and smiled as if recalling the concert night when they had a conflict.

I can't believe it, my eyes stayed on one person for too long, and another year passed before I knew it.

That night, the two slept in separate rooms. When they said goodnight to each other before going to bed, Jiang Zhiye didn't know who kissed who first, so Jiang Zhiye hugged Xie Wen and refused to let him go. He lingered in Xie Wen's room until he fell asleep.

At about two or three o'clock in the morning, no one set off fireworks to celebrate the New Year in all the streets and alleys of Rome, and the whole city fell into silence.

Half asleep and half awake, Xie Wen turned over, his arms fell to one side, and the bed beside him was empty and a little cold.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Jiang Zhiye sitting by the bed with his back to him, facing the window full of moonlight, wondering what he was thinking.

Xie Wen's drowsiness dissipated for a while, he moved slightly and looked intently.

Jiang Zhiye was holding the ring they bought on the street, secretly crying.