Counterfeit

On the way back, it rained heavily, with the momentum of washing the whole earth.

After Shen Feng sent Song Yuan and Wen Ye back to the hotel, he called him.

"President Song." Shen Feng said, "There is only one ticket left for tomorrow afternoon, do I need to book it for you first?"

Song Yuan was holding the phone, he saw Wen Ye standing barefoot under the rectangular chandelier, he was bending over to take off his clothes, his thin waist and shoulder blades were clearly illuminated.

"I can make an appointment for Mr. Wen the morning after tomorrow..."

"—No need." Song Yuan interrupted Shen Feng, "Buy the earliest one tomorrow, two."

Shen Feng said yes on the other end of the phone, and then hung up the phone.

At [-]:[-] the next morning, Song Yuan and Wen Ye walked out of the hotel and got on the car to the airport.

The rain in Vancouver has a tendency to pause, and the sun behind the thick clouds reveals a golden light, illuminating the deep and light colors on the concrete floor.

The car arrived at the airport quickly, Shen Feng took their passports to pick up the tickets, Song Yuan felt his palms were sticky, he handed the luggage to Wen Ye, turned around and went to the bathroom.

When he came out after washing his hands, Song Yuan found that Wen Ye, who was standing under the electronic bulletin board, had disappeared.

Song Yuan searched a lot, and finally saw Wen Ye standing outside through the huge transparent glass window.He was leaning lazily against the pillar, with a suitcase at his feet, his right leg dangling once and for all, with his head down and he didn't know where to look, with an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth.

Wen Ye stood for a while, when a young girl with a high ponytail came up to him, shaking the lighter in her hand.

Wen Ye seemed to be taken aback for a moment, but he quickly realized that he held the cigarette between his fingertips, and after saying a few words, the girl walked away.Song Yuan watched Wen Ye put the cigarette in his mouth again, he stood there silently, his brows and eyes looked much more indifferent than usual.

As if aware of something, Wen Ye turned his head and met Song Yuan's eyes.

Wen Ye looked at him, threw away the cigarette in his mouth, and smiled at Song Yuan with his eyes bent, and he made a mouth shape to Song Yuan.

Song Yuan narrowed his eyes and took a rough look at Wen Ye's words. What he said seemed to be: I don't smoke.

Song Yuan understood, but he pretended not to understand, so after getting on the plane, Wen Ye explained it to him several times.

"I really don't smoke." Wen Ye said to Song Yuan, "Someone wanted to lend me a fire, but I didn't even ask for it."

"Really—" Wen Ye said while reaching out to grab Song Yuan's wrist.

Song Yuan turned his head and looked at him expressionlessly: "Got it."

Wen Ye didn't speak, and after more than ten seconds, Song Yuan lowered his eyes and said to him, "Can you stop dragging me?"

"Oh." Wen Ye let go, then smiled and said, "I forgot."

The color of the sky was washed very light by the rain, the pure white wings pierced through the dark clouds, and large raindrops hit the porthole.Song Yuan watched for a while, then pulled down the visor, turned his head and closed his eyes.

When leaving the airport, Song Yuan was taken aback by the gloomy weather in Qiancheng. He felt that it was going to rain in Qiancheng.

He doesn't like rain very much, it's wet and sticky and uncomfortable.

As soon as he got in the car, Song Yuan's cell phone rang. He looked down at the screen, and then picked it up.

"Uncle." Just as Song Yuan finished speaking, the car suddenly bumped violently. Song Yuan was not wearing a seat belt, and his body flung forward uncontrollably.Wen Ye, who was sitting some distance away from him, stretched out his hand one step faster, walked around in front of him, and pressed Song Yuan's shoulder with some force.

Song Yuan was stunned for a moment, he lowered his head, and his chin touched Wen Ye's arm.

The driver didn't seem to expect such a big commotion, he turned his head and showed Song Yuan a very apologetic smile.

The man on the other end of the phone didn't know what was happening on Song Yuan's side, so the man cleared his throat deliberately, and then said, "Did you go back to your country? Xiao Yuan, you really are, you have to go there yourself to sign a contract."

"Tell uncle, just find someone reliable." Song Cheng's tone was very intimate, as if he was pitying a very beloved nephew.

Song Yuan frowned in disgust, but his tone remained calm: "Well, I will trouble uncle next time."

As if he didn't expect Song Yuan to be so obedient, Song Cheng was silent for a while, and then continued: "Last time, your cousin made a mistake. I have already warned him, and he promised me that he would not do it again..."

"Uncle, it's time to get off work." Song Yuan looked at Wen Yeyi's hand on his shoulder, he paused, and then said: "I will go to the company tomorrow, let's talk face to face if there is anything."

The person over there seemed to want to say something, but Song Yuan quickly hung up the phone. He glanced at Wen Ye, and found that Wen Ye was fiddled with the phone with his head down, as if he was replying to a message.

Song Yuan looked back and sat for a while, Wen Ye suddenly leaned over to him.

Wen Ye stretched out his arm, brushed Song Yuan's face with his fingertips, and landed on the seat belt on the upper left of his head.

"President Song, pay attention to driving safety." Wen Ye smiled lazily at him, and buckled the seat belt with a click.

Song Yuan looked at Wen Ye's raised lips, but didn't speak.

It seemed that he was very afraid that Song Yuan would deduct his salary, so the driver drove the car very fast, as if he really hoped that Song Yuan would get out of the car sooner.

At the door of the house, Wen Ye got out of the car first, and took down the luggage in the trunk.

"What time will I pick you up tomorrow?" the driver turned his head and asked him.

Seeing the anxiety on the man's face, Song Yuan opened the car door and said, "08:30."

"Are you back?" Wen Shu's background sound was a little messy, as if he was outside.

Song Yuan took off his shoes and stood leaning against the cooking counter: "I'm back, I'm sorry Brother Wen Shu, I couldn't go there yesterday."

Wen Shu hummed, and asked him after a while: "Are you at home?"

"Yes." Song Yuan glanced at Wen Ye who was changing clothes nearby, "Is there something wrong?"

"I caught Qingjiang fish and river prawns yesterday, and my dad told me to send you some." There was a brief pause on the other end of the phone, and then Song Yuan heard Wen Shu say, "Open the door, I'm outside."

"Why do you have such an ugly face?" Wen Ye turned around and walked up to Song Yuan with a anxious tone.

The soul that had left for a short time came back, Song Yuan's lips were dry, he pursed his lips, and said, "Hide for a while."

"Here comes the news."

Wen Ye looked at Song Yuan's trembling eyelashes because of nervousness, and said yes in a low voice.

Just in case, Wen Ye hid on the open-air balcony where sundries were piled up, he opened the door and walked out, the cold air blowing against his face made him shiver.But before he had time to say anything, Song Yuan closed the door anxiously, and then the footsteps got farther and farther away from him.

Before opening the door, Song Yuan saw Wen Ye's shoes at the door, he froze for a moment, quickly put the shoes in the shoe cabinet, and opened the door.

Wen Shu, who was wearing a trench coat, stood outside the door, holding a black plastic bag in his hand.

"Why didn't you tell me in advance." Song Yuan smiled and reached out to take the bag.

Wen Shu walked in, with a faint smell of incense on his body, he lowered his head and took off his shoes, and said, "I just left my things in the car, I didn't expect you to be at home."

Wen Shu took off his coat and put it on the armrest of the sofa.

"Just came back?" Wen Shu asked him.

"How do you know." Song Yuan smiled and put the bag on the side of the cooking table, then turned his head and asked, "What would you like to drink?"

"The box is still outside." After Wen Shu finished speaking, he continued, "Water."

Song Yuan smiled at him, then took a bottle of water from the refrigerator, walked over and handed it to him.

Wen Shu opened the bottle cap without much effort, Song Yuan was stunned, and stretched out his hand while saying, "I'll give you another bottle."

But Wen Shu ignored him, raised his head and took a sip.

During the time when Wen Shu was silent, Song Yuan glanced at the closed door of the balcony, it was quiet there, as if there was nothing there.

"It's going to rain." Wen Shu said suddenly.

Song Yuan was stunned, he wanted to say that there should be no, but soon, he heard the sound of rainwater hitting the ground, Song Yuan unconsciously stared at the metal handle of the balcony door in a daze.

Orange light fell on the edge, forming a soft arc.

"What's wrong."

Song Yuan was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and met the gaze cast by the above.

"It's okay." Song Yuan rolled his eyes, "I just thought you haven't come to my house for a long time."

Wen Shu put the water bottle on the table, paused before saying, "Your home is too far away."

Song Yuan just laughed, and he glanced at the balcony again, wondering if it was a hallucination, he felt that the rain outside was getting heavier.

The light outside the window became thinner, and the white mist wrapped in air-conditioning stuck to the glass. Song Yuan sat on the sofa, feeling suddenly separated and disconnected.

I don't know how much time has passed, Wen Shu stood up, looked down at Song Yuan, and said, "I'm leaving."

"Okay." Song Yuan also stood up, and he walked to the door, "I'll see you off."

Wen Shu looked at him for a while, walked over, bent over to put on his shoes, and turned around at the door: "Sleep a little longer today."

"Got it." Song Yuan said,

When Wen Shu opened the door, Song Yuan saw the heavy rain outside, and he froze for a moment.

After seeing Wen Shu off, Song Yuan returned to the living room, his pace seemed a little anxious.

Song Yuan pushed open the glass door of the balcony, and the light gray tiles that hadn't been cleaned for a long time were washed clean by the rain, glistening with water.The rain was still falling, and the steam quickly wet his trousers. Song Yuan raised his eyes and saw Wen Ye who was huddled in the corner.

The clothes were almost soaked, sticking to his body awkwardly, Wen Ye looked at him, he blinked, and the water drops fell from his eyelashes.

Song Yuan walked over, he opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

"Has he left?" Wen Ye said in a low voice.

Song Yuan nodded, and then said, "Let's go."

Wen Ye didn't speak, he lowered his head, the tips of his hair wet by the rain looked very soft, and the black hair limply stuck to his forehead.

The cold wind poured in through the hollow glass gap, Wen Ye was only wearing a thin cotton T-shirt, his shoulders were all huddled, and his slightly purple lips couldn't help trembling.

Song Yuan felt that Wen Ye might be angry because he waited too long, and if Wen Ye got angry at him, or asked for compensation, he would agree.

"I couldn't hold it back just now, and accidentally coughed." Wen Ye sniffed, and he looked at Song Yuan cautiously: "He didn't hear it, right?"

Song Yuan was stunned, and in the next few seconds, he felt a short but severe pain strangely, and the rain-soaked clothes stuck to his chest, and Song Yuan felt that he was about to be overwhelmed.He looked into Wen Ye's eyes, and after a while, he said softly no.

"That's good." Wen Ye lowered his eyes, breathed hot air in his mouth, smiled and said to him: "It's really cold today."

As if afraid that Song Yuan would not believe it, Wen Ye stretched out his hand and lightly touched Song Yuan's face with his fingertips, the coolness spread on the skin.Wen Ye was drenched much more wet than Song Yuan imagined, his hair and clothes were dripping, and he looked very embarrassed.

Wen Ye shivered, smiled and said that he would go back to the bathroom to take a hot shower, he bypassed Song Yuan, and returned to the house through the glass door.When passing by the kitchen, he glanced sideways at the black plastic bag on the ground, paused, and said, "You should tell Wen Shu that you don't eat river prawns."

"How do you know I won't eat it?"

With his back turned to him, Wen Ye smiled lightly, as if talking to himself, and said in a low voice, "Maybe it's a guess."