Counterfeit

Standing in the art gallery, Song Yuan heard thunder, as he expected, it was going to rain outside.

Perhaps because of too much imagination, Song Yuan felt that the mobile phone in his hand was also covered with water vapor, the screen of the mobile phone was still on, and the number of seconds of the call time increased little by little.

Song Yuan put the phone to his ear, and then called Shen Feng's name.

"President Song." Shen Feng quickly answered him.

Song Yuan held the phone and didn't speak. He watched Wen Ye walk forward with his back turned, and then stopped in front of a huge spherical object.He lowered his eyes, looked at it for a while and tentatively stretched out his hand, and when his fingertips were about to touch it, he retracted his hand again.Wen Ye's hands are big, and they always carry dry and warm heat. Even in winter, his hands are still warm.

"Shen Feng." Song Yuan lowered his eyes, "Let's book a flight back tomorrow."

Shen Feng on the other end of the phone seemed a little puzzled, she paused briefly for two seconds, and then said yes, Shen Feng seemed to have turned on the hands-free, and the sound of the keyboard on her side was particularly loud.

"The direct flight is at [-]:[-] am tomorrow, can I pick you up downstairs at [-]:[-]?"

Song Yuan raised his head, looked at Wen Ye, and found that there was another person beside Wen Ye, a Caucasian male who was almost as tall as Wen Ye, with light golden curly hair.Song Yuan froze for a moment, and moved the mobile phone attached to his ear a little farther away, but he still couldn't hear what they were saying.

Shen Feng on the other end of the phone was still waiting for his answer. When Song Yuan was about to speak, Wen Ye who was standing not far away suddenly turned around, raised his hand and pointed at him from the air, and the white man standing next to him followed suit. come over.They said a few more words, the white man tilted his head and smiled, then walked away, but Wen Ye was still looking at him.

"It's too early." Song Yuan looked away, and he said to Shen Feng, "Is there any other time?"

"Yes, the next direct flight is at [-]:[-]pm."

"Well, that's it." Song Yuan paused, and added: "Two tickets."

Song Yuan put down the phone, walked to Wen Ye, looked at the dark spherical object in front of him, and frowned incomprehensibly.

"It's raining." Wen Ye turned his head and glanced at him.

"I know." Song Yuan lowered his head, and scribbled through the brief introduction of the work placed beside him. When he saw the words "universe, sincere", his eyebrows furrowed even harder.

It seemed that neither of them had anything to say, Song Yuan and Wen Ye stood at the huge black charcoal ball in a daze without saying a word.

After a while, Song Yuan asked aloud, "Is the restaurant far away?"

Song Yuan's voice was a little hoarse, with a slightly raised questioning ending, Wen Ye's breathing stagnated for a moment, he turned around slowly, his eyes fell on Song Yuan's face.

For some reason, Song Yuan didn't want to look at Wen Ye very much at the moment, he felt that Wen Ye's gaze was like the most precise ray, falling on his most fragile skin accurately.

Song Yuan pursed his lips, and said in a calm voice, "If the food at that restaurant is not good, I will deduct your next month's money."

Wen Ye didn't speak, just stared at him, Song Yuan thought Wen Ye was smiling out of the corner of his eye.

"Okay." Wen Ye finally looked away, put his hands in his pockets, turned around and continued to stare at the black ball in front of him.

"If it doesn't taste good, you will be deducted from the next month's money." Wen Ye said to him, with a bright smile in his voice.

Perhaps to change the subject, Wen Ye heard Song Yuan say: "How does this black ball look like the universe?"

"Isn't it?" Wen Ye nodded in agreement.

Five minutes later, Song Yuan and Wen Ye walked out of the art gallery.

The color of the sky is very light, and the rain that falls is thin and dense, like water vapor that freezes and stretches in the air, and the dark color gradually spreads on the bright yellow floor tiles.

Yuan has never thought that being in the rain is very romantic. For industrial areas with frequent human activities, the formation of raindrops includes dust, inorganic salts, and various microorganisms.After Wen Ye checked the map and turned to look at him, Song Yuan showed a blunt expression that he didn't want to get wet.

But Wen Ye didn't seem to understand, he lowered his eyes and smiled at Song Yuan, and said, "It's just two intersections ahead."

A big raindrop hit Song Yuan's shoe, he looked down and took a step back.

"I don't want to get in the rain." Song Yuan said.

Wen Ye raised his hand and poked it out: "The word "drenching" cannot be used for such a light rain."

In order to prove to Song Yuan, Wen Ye took a few steps forward, and then stood on the wet asphalt road.He pointed at Song Yuan to the small water stains on his shoulders, and said to him, "Look, it's just so small."

Song Yuan quickly denied it, saying, "The one that dripped on my shoe just now is very big."

Because Wen Ye had no other reaction, Song Yuan paused, raised his arms, and drew a small circle with both hands.

"About this big."

It may be because Song Yuan's gestures were not big enough, 5 minutes later, he was dragged by Wen Ye through a corner, and when he passed the second corner, he continued to walk forward.

When Song Yuan looked at Wen Ye with a cold face, Wen Ye was also looking at him, facing Song Yuan's dark face, Wen Ye showed a generous smile: "We'll be there soon."

After twisting and turning several times, they stopped in front of a brick-red bungalow, and the dark green wall-climbing tiger snaked along the corner to the entire outer wall.From Song Yuan's perspective, he could see the window, although it was lunch time, there were only a few people sitting inside.

Song Yuan glanced down at his half-wet coat, and said expressionlessly: "This is what you are looking for now."

"Of course not." Wen Ye walked over and opened the door for him.

They found a seat by the window and sat down, and soon a woman in uniform brought the menu. Song Yuan glanced at it, but there was no special dish, and finally Song Yuan ordered a menu with the HOT symbol on it. lasagna.

While waiting for the meal, Song Yuan looked out the window, and the continuous rain fell on the window, forming intermittent silver threads.A magnolia tree was planted in front of the window, the leaves were shiny and trembling by the wind.

Song Yuan watched for a while, and heard the sound of high heels approaching. He turned his head and found Wen Ye holding a mobile phone facing him, and the camera of the mobile phone was parallel to his face.

Song Yuan thought that Wen Ye might be secretly filming him, but the next second, Wen Ye put down his phone, picked up the knife and fork, and looked at the lasagna served with a smile.

"Eat." Wen Ye said to him.

The strong taste of seasoning melted in his mouth, Song Yuan put down his fork after taking a sip, looked at Wen Ye, and said to him: "I will deduct your money for three months."

"It's so unpalatable." Wen Ye forked a small piece, tasted it a little seriously, bent his long and narrow eyes, and said, "It doesn't seem to be very tasty."

Song Yuan didn't speak, Wen Ye probably had a guilty conscience, took out a candy from his pocket, and asked him with a smile: "Do you want to eat candy?"

"No." Song Yuan quickly refused.

Because the lasagne with HOT written on it was so hard to swallow, Song Yuan refused to try any more dishes. He put the used knife and fork aside, and had no intention of picking it up again.Probably because he was afraid that there would be too much unsightly leftover, Wen Ye took the fork he had used and ate most of it slowly.

Wen Ye seldom talks when eating, this is the most similar place to Wen Shu, but Wen Shu will not eat leftovers from other people's food, nor will he eat such unpalatable lasagne.

"You seem to eat everything." Song Yuan asked casually.

Wen Ye raised his head and glanced at him. Song Yuan thought for a while and adjusted his words: "You seem to eat everything."

"When I was in school, I ordered takeaway most of the time." Wen Ye said vaguely, "My mother doesn't have time to cook."

Song Yuan nodded lightly. He remembered that since he moved next door to Wen Shu's house, he had never seen Wen Shu's mother.Song Yuan didn't like to spy on other people's family affairs, and he was afraid that if he mentioned it rashly, it would make Wenshu feel sad, so he never asked.

It wasn't until halfway through high school that Song Yuan realized that Wen Shu not only had both parents, but also had a younger brother who looked exactly the same.

Wen Ye put down his fork, looked up at Song Yuan who was opposite, his eyes were empty and thoughtful.

Song Yuan has a face that is very unsuitable for business, especially when he relaxes, the end of his eyes with long eyelashes will droop, and he has an unworldly and deceptive beauty.

"Ms. Gao and Mr. Wen had a disagreement on raising a child, and I was born because of this." Wen Ye lowered his eyes and carelessly scratched the tomato sauce on the plate with a fork.

"Wen Shu was not in good health when I was a child, so Ms. Gao thought she was smart and took away my healthy self."

Wen Ye supported his head with his hands, and smiled at Song Yuan: "The result is that Ms. Chen lost in a mess."

"Because I have nothing better than hearing about it except my health."

When a guest came in, the wind chimes on the doorknob jingled. Wen Ye drank half a glass of ice water, stood up, bowed his head and said to Song Yuan, "Let's go."

Song Yuan called Shen Feng, and Shen Feng said a little sorry that the car was stuck at the intersection, so Song Yuan and Wen Ye stood at the door of the store, waiting for Shen Feng to pick him up.

The temperature mixed with water vapor became even lower, and the wind blowing on his face became sharper. Song Yuan took a light sniff.

Wen Ye was standing on Song Yuan's left, but for some reason he suddenly moved to the right, stood there for a while, and then took two steps forward.Wen Ye stood on the edge of the steps, the rainwater blowing in obliquely fell on him, and soon wet his shoulders.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Song Yuan felt that the wind blowing on him was a little weaker.

"Wen Ye."

Wen Ye turned his head and looked at him.

In fact, Song Yuan didn't know what to say, he just thought of Wen Ye's name, and then called out.

In order to avoid embarrassment, Song Yuan said to Wen Ye calmly: "Stand inside, the rain is very dirty."

Wen Ye just looked at him, and after a while, he smiled and agreed, but he still stood there without moving.