Counterfeit

Song Yuan had a very strange dream.

Everything in the dream was put into a glass bottle, the color of the grass became very light, the romantic castle collapsed, the moon was deformed due to extrusion, and the camel's carcass rotted in the lake.

In the center of the bottle, there is a person sitting, half of his face is shrouded in shadows, his black and white eyes are like old movies, just one glance, his heart will melt in the summer.It is the most familiar eyes, but in the dream, Song Yuan spent a lot of time to distinguish whether it is Wen Shu or Wen Ye.

Song Yuan felt that someone was holding his hand, he opened his eyes, his blurred vision refocused, he was the only one in the room.

Song Yuan sat up and saw Wen Ye's very tall back in the not too bright light.He lowered his head and fiddled with the phone in his hand, as if he sensed that Song Yuan had woken up, Wen Ye turned sideways and put the phone in his pocket.

Wen Ye walked to the bed with a glass and handed him water: "There is an art gallery next to the hotel."

Song Yuan took it, the heat from the wall of the cup dissipated on his fingertips, Song Yuan glanced at him, bowed his head and took a sip.

"The flight back to China at [-]:[-] in the afternoon." Song Yuan said, "I can help you change the ticket."

The wind outside the window was very strong, and the blown small stones hit the window, making a dull sound, and it looked like a heavy rain would fall at any moment.

"Let's go together." Wen Ye said.

It seemed that he was very afraid of being rejected by him. In the next second, Wen Ye quickly added: "Wen Shu likes photography, and I will take you to cultivate your sentiment."

Song Yuan sat on the bed and nodded reluctantly.

He called Shen Feng, changed the afternoon flight to the next day, ordered room service, ordered two sandwiches, and two glasses of espresso.

They sat by the burning fireplace and had breakfast, but the process was not smooth. Song Yuan took a bite of the sandwich and ate the avocado spread on the bread slices. He frowned and threw the sandwich aside, and then ordered another one. of.

Song Yuan felt that Wen Ye must be very hungry, because after Wen Ye finished eating his own, he ate the one he took a bite out of and threw aside.

After breakfast, Song Yuan and Wen Ye went to the art gallery by car.

The car was driving very fast, and the buildings and utility poles along the way were blurred and receding rapidly. Song Yuan looked out the window, and he felt that it would rain soon.

Perhaps because of the bad weather, there were very few people in the art gallery, scattered in every corner of the dark gray space.Wen Ye walked quietly beside him, his eyes swept over the rattan hats on the wall, the richly colored oil paintings, and the expensive-looking brochures covered in glass.

Song Yuan followed behind Wen Ye, and he saw a painting hanging on the concrete pillar at the corner, the paper was yellowed, and the pink wind, the dark blue lawn, and a beautiful blooming flower were painted on it with oil paint green roses.

Wen Ye stood still in front of the painting, lowered his eyes slightly, staring at the painting fascinated.

"Song Yuan." Wen Ye called his name, and tilted his head towards him, but his eyes still fell on the painting, "Does the green rose look a little strange?"

Song Yuan walked over, stood beside Wen Ye, looked at it for a while before saying, "It's okay."

"Then when I propose to you, use green roses." Wen Ye smiled lightly.

Song Yuan frowned, and quickly retorted: "No."

Frowning and retorting didn't seem to surprise Wen Ye, he turned around and found Song Yuan standing under the orange light, looking very soft.

"Red roses are better, right?" The fingers hanging by his side accidentally touched the back of Song Yuan's hand. Song Yuan turned his head, met Shang Wenye's gaze, and heard Wen Ye say to him: "Then propose When it's time, it's better to use red roses."

"I don't like red roses either." Song Yuan said to him.

Wen Ye just smiled, he turned his face to look at Song Yuan, then turned his head, and said in a very soft voice: "Well, I remember."

The temperature of the air conditioner in the art gallery was adjusted too high, and Song Yuan felt his eyelids and ears were burning. He turned around and walked to the second floor.Wen Ye followed behind him silently, with very light footsteps.

There are many sketch portraits hanging on the second floor. Song Yuan's artistic aesthetic is very ordinary. He couldn't understand the dense lines of the sketches. After roughly looking around twice, Song Yuan began to feel sleepy.

At the corner hung a half-naked portrait of a European and American woman. Before Wen Ye was about to cover Song Yuan's eyes, Song Yuan's phone screen suddenly lit up. He looked down and picked it up quickly.

The art gallery was very quiet, Wen Ye watched Song Yuan walk aside to make a phone call, his soft voice was like fog spreading in a closed space.Song Yuan leaned sideways on the concrete column, the hand hanging by his side was buttoning the hem of his trousers nervously, and the corners of his eyes were bent down softly.

"I have time."

"okay."

"See you tomorrow then."

Song Yuan hung up the phone, he turned around and saw Wen Ye standing not far away.He was standing in a patch of light gray shade in the tracksuit he had wet yesterday.

"I want to buy the nearest flight back home." Song Yuan lowered his head to check the flight schedule on his mobile phone, and whispered to Wen Ye: "If you want to look at it a little longer, I can book you a ticket for tomorrow."

Wen Ye stood and watched him, and after a while, he walked over and stood in front of Song Yuan.

"Is it heard?"

Song Yuan hummed, and slid his thin white fingers across the screen, "Tomorrow night, Brother Wenshu asked me if I want to go fishing at night."

Seemingly unable to find a suitable flight, Song Yuan's eyebrows were drawn together, he closed the page, and dialed Shen Feng's number.

"Is the previously booked flight back home cancelled?"

"It's okay if it's not a direct flight—" Song Yuan finished speaking halfway, the mobile phone in his hand was taken away, Song Yuan was startled, and looked up at the mobile phone that was in the hands of Wen Ye.

"There is a delicious Italian restaurant nearby." Wen Ye stood in front of him, looking at Song Yuan with a very sincere, almost begging look.

"Just this time." Wen Ye smiled, and asked him in a low voice: "Come with me, okay?"

Wen Ye didn't hang up the phone, the phone screen was still brightly on, Shen Feng's voice came from the receiver intermittently, she announced a flight number, and asked softly if she needed to buy it.

——If there is no delay, you can reach Qiancheng at [-]:[-] pm tomorrow, Shen Feng said.

Wen Ye has heard that after so many years, God still does not favor him, and in order to let Song Yuan leave him, he provided the right time, place and harmony.For a second, Wen Ye looked forward to Song Yuan's answer, but he quickly conceded defeat and surrendered.

"Forget it." Wen Ye's arm holding the phone hung down, he smiled at Song Yuan, handed the phone to Song Yuan, and said to him: "Let you go."