Counterfeit

Song Yuan walked in front, and when he was approaching the hotel entrance, Wen Ye suddenly reached out and grabbed his sleeve, and his slightly hot fingertips touched his wrist.

Song Yuan turned around and looked at him with some doubts.

"Clothes." Wen Ye glanced at the gray sweater in Song Yuan's arms, and asked him with a smile, "Have you worn it today?"

Looking at Wen Ye's dirty hotel bathrobe and dark eyes, Song Yuan said to him in a low voice, "It's worn."

Wen Ye seemed very happy. He lowered his head, stretched his brows and eyes, and said with a smile, "That's good."

He returned to the villa with Wen Ye, and before he had time to change his shoes, the doorbell rang outside the door.

Song Yuan opened the door and saw Chen Kaixi who was wearing heavy makeup and shaking his head.

Leaning against the door frame, she stuffed the red wine in her hand to Song Yuan: "Isn't Wen Shu engaged, here, give him an engagement gift."

The wine bottle in his arms was heavy, Song Yuan looked down and said, "I thought you would return to China to attend the engagement ceremony."

"Come on." Chen Kaixi smiled, "I'm not interested in Lu Keying's wedding dress and diamond ring."

Song Yuan nodded, and Chen Kaixi, who was standing at the door, suddenly turned his head and smiled at the people behind Song Yuan.

"Song Yuan." Chen Kaixi called him suddenly, then leaned over and whispered, "You don't want it, brother, I'm on it."

Song Yuan was stunned for a moment, he turned back and saw Wen Ye who was wearing a cotton T-shirt and standing barefoot on the stairs.Their eyes met, Wen Ye slightly raised his eyebrows, and after a few meters away, he mouthed to Song Yuan: What's wrong?

Song Yuan turned his face away, looked at Chen Kaixi's raised black eyeliner, and said calmly, "Don't do it."

"I paid a lot of money."

Chen Kaixi smiled, with an expression of knowing everything, Song Yuan didn't like that expression, so he quickly sent her away.

The sky darkened, and outside the window was a large expanse of dark blue sky, and the white clouds looked thick and heavy.Song Yuan sat on the sofa, stared at the ink painting hanging on the wall for a while, and spent 7 minutes thinking of an excuse to call Wen Shu.

He planned to ask Wen Shu first if he still remembered Chen Kaixi, if he said yes, he would continue talking, if he said he didn't remember, he would remind Wen Shu that Chen Kaixi was the girl he quarreled with in group activities when he was in college.

But the prerequisites were wrong from the very beginning, and it was Lu Keying who answered the phone.

"Ah, Wen Shu is taking a bath." Lu Keying's voice was filled with indescribable fatigue, and the sound of water came from the other end of the microphone. Lu Keying paused, and then said: "I'll let him call you?"

Song Yuan hummed, said "OK" again, and then hung up the phone.

In fact, he wasn't surprised. It's normal for adult men and women who are going to get engaged next month to live together, even if they have sex, it's normal.

Song Yuan stood up with his mobile phone, walked around to the wooden spiral staircase, and walked up.Until Song Yuan pushed open the door of the roof platform, the wind with the smell of disinfectant blowing on his eyelids, Song Yuan saw a large square infinity pool.

He walked over, squatted on the edge of the pool, stretched out his fingers to touch the calm water surface, the water temperature was warmer than he imagined.The phone in his pocket vibrated, Song Yuan glanced at the caller ID on the screen, and connected the call with wet hands.

"What's the matter?" The voice on the other side of the microphone was calm and steady, asking in a voice without ups and downs.

Song Yuan stood up and walked to the edge of the platform, leaning on the railing full of reliefs with his elbows.

"I met Chen Kaixi today." Although Song Yuan's face was expressionless now, his voice still sounded vivid.

"Well—" Wen Shu said, "And then."

"She sent you a bottle of red wine." Song Yuan lowered his head, his eyes fell on his fingertips that were tightly picking at the relief, "It's been a long time, and it looks very expensive."

Wen Shu didn't speak, he was silent on the other side of the microphone, as if he was forced to wait for Song Yuan to bring up the next topic.

The place where Song Yuan was standing seemed to be an air vent. The cold wind poured into his collar and brushed over every inch of his skin. Song Yuan stood there with his back straight, and suddenly felt that something was filling his stomach. Drilled out.

"Brother Wen Shu." Song Yuan smiled easily, "I wish you a happy wedding."

A woman's soft laughter came from the other end of the phone, as if she was complaining that the fish she bought was not fresh. After a while, Song Yuan heard Wen Shu's voice: "You have already congratulated me last time."

"Yes." Song Yuan said, "Then I'll hang up."

Half an hour later, Wen Ye found Song Yuan on the roof platform. He was standing with his back to him, his shirt was blown up by the wind, and he looked very thin.

"Can you bring me that bottle of red wine?" Song Yuan said suddenly, his voice was very low, but Wen Ye heard it clearly, "on the sofa downstairs."

After Wen Ye found the red wine, he went to the bathroom to get a clean bathrobe. He returned to the roof and found that Song Yuan had changed places.He was sitting in the middle of the edge of the swimming pool, his white shirt was soaked in water, and it was limply stuck to his body.

Wen Ye was standing by the pool, holding red wine in his hand, his black hair was messed up by the wind.

Song Yuan tilted his head, looked at him for a while, and then said, "Take it here, I don't want to move."

The water in the swimming pool is very clean, the light at the bottom of the pool illuminates the light pink tiles, and Song Yuan's leg soaked in the water looks like a snow-white lotus root.Wen Ye rolled up the towel, jumped into the swimming pool, walked up to Song Yuan step by step, stretched out his hand to touch Song Yuan's feet dangling in the water, and put the wet wine bottle by his hand.

"The only piece of clothing is also wet, what should I do?" Wen Ye looked at him with a smile.

Song Yuan froze for a moment, then showed a deceptive smile that only appeared after drinking, and said to him, "I'll buy you a new one to compensate you."

Wen Ye didn't speak, his hand was holding Song Yuan's ankle, it was hot and strong, Song Yuan was sitting by the pool, his eyes seemed to be out of focus, staring at a certain tile at the bottom of the pool indifferently.

"Okay." Wen Ye let go, and Song Yuan's legs continued to dangle lazily in the water. He picked up the wine bottle, pulled out the cork, and handed it to Song Yuan.

Song Yuan held the wine bottle, but didn't drink it. He hugged the wine bottle in his arms, blinking slowly: "This is Chen Kaixi's engagement gift to Wen Shu."

Song Yuan's eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of water vapor, he touched the mouth of the bottle with his fingertips, and asked him softly: "Is it not good if I open it and drink it?"

But he didn't wait for Wen Ye to answer, so he said to himself: "I'm not very good, I want to drink." Song Yuan lifted the wine bottle and took a big gulp from the mouth of the bottle, mixed with a strong fruity aroma The smell of alcohol diffused in the air, and Song Yuan's lips became very red.

The magnolia planted next to it was swayed by the wind, and the leaves fell and swirled on the undulating water.Wen Ye stood in the swimming pool, with Song Yuan's legs beside him, because he was so close, he could see three small moles under Song Yuan's collarbone, which he always liked.

Song Yuan took the wine bottle and took another sip.Probably because the movement was too violent, a few drops flowed out from the corners of his lips and dripped on his collarbone. The dark red liquid made Song Yuan's skin look fairer.Wen Ye looked at him for a while, then stretched out his hand, and wiped it off lightly with the pad of his thumb.

"Wen Ye." Song Yuan called his name, Wen Ye raised his head and saw Song Yuan's slightly flushed face.

"Are you really poor?"

Song Yuan seemed to be obsessed with this question. In Wen Ye's memory, he had asked it many times.

Wen Ye smiled, raised his hand and stroked Song Yuan's eyebrows that were wet with water, and then touched the corners of Song Yuan's eyes out of greed.

"That's right." Wen Ye said, "Very poor."

I don't know if this answer satisfied Song Yuan, but Song Yuan didn't speak anymore, he held the wine bottle and wiped out most of it in a short time.During this period, Wen Ye had been standing in the swimming pool, reached for the bath towel, and put it on Song Yuan.

The wind was getting colder and colder, Song Yuan moved a bit, the back of his hand touched Wen Ye's arm propped by his side, it was as cold as ice.Song Yuan wanted to stand up, but struggled several times and failed.

Wen Ye saw his intention and planned to reach out to help him, but Song Yuan suddenly leaned towards him, with his forehead resting on his shoulder.

The smell of alcohol and the scattered sound of water came suddenly. Standing in the water, Wen Ye felt as if something was beating in his body, small but powerful.

After a while, Song Yuan who was lying on his shoulder moved, and the damp hair brushed against his face.

"I met Wen Shu first." Song Yuan's body became very hot, but his voice was calm.

"Shouldn't there be a first-come-first-served basis for everything?" Song Yuan dipped his hand hanging by his side into the water,

"I obviously showed up earlier than her.", "I obviously liked him earlier than her." Song Yuan repeated it many times, his body trembling.

Wen Ye raised his hand and stroked Song Yuan's back lightly. He didn't turn his head until the breathing of the person lying on his shoulders calmed down. Then he turned his head and rubbed Song Yuan's head with his palm along his back. one time.

"I'm also ahead of Wen Shu's playing time."

Wen Ye pressed Song Yuan into his arms, wrapped his arms around his waist vigorously, dripping water from the wet hair tips, and fell into Wen Ye's neckline.

"Besides, I still look so similar to him." Wen Ye smiled, as if mocking himself, his voice became distant and blurred, "Isn't it useless."