Counterfeit

According to the weather forecast, Qiancheng will usher in the longest rainy season in 10 years.Song Yuan put down his cell phone, he stood in front of the bedroom door for a while, but still didn't go in, turned around and went downstairs.

Shen Feng was waiting for him at the door, and when she saw Song Yuan coming out, she nodded slightly at Song Yuan: "Mr. Song, good morning."

Song Yuan got into the car and found that the music was playing on the stereo. It was a Chinese song he hadn't heard much, and the female voice was hoarse and deep.There was a trace of panic on Shen Feng's face, she hastily turned off the bluetooth of her mobile phone, turned sideways in the front seat and apologized to him.

Song Yuan raised his head and saw the window of the bedroom on the second floor through the car window. The dark blue curtains were tightly covered without revealing a single gap.Wen Ye slept in that bedroom, Wen Ye didn't sleep with him yesterday, Song Yuan didn't know the reason, and he didn't ask.

"You can play the music, it's okay." Song Yuan looked away, closed his eyes slightly, "Let's go."

When approaching the company, Song Yuan opened his eyes, facing the rosy sky, he suddenly couldn't tell whether it was morning or dusk.Song Yuan was stunned for a moment, he turned his head, saw the empty seat beside him, and realized that it was already a brand new day.

The car stopped at the entrance of the company, Song Yuan opened the door, and saw Song Cheng who was sitting on the sofa and smiling at him.

"There are still 8 minutes until the time." Song Yuan walked over and looked at him condescendingly, "Uncle came too early today."

Song Cheng stood up with a smile, the fat on his abdomen swayed, and the tight white buttons looked precarious.He reached out and patted Song Yuan's shoulder, as if to show the people around them their good uncle-nephew relationship.

"My nephew works so hard every day, so of course an uncle has to work harder, right?" Song Cheng laughed while talking, Song Yuan smelled the muddy breath mixed with the smell of tobacco in his mouth, turned his head and frowned lightly.

Song Cheng held his shoulders. Before entering the office, Song Cheng was very active in showing their relationship to Shen Feng behind him. He said many things about Song Yuan's childhood, including his crying, blushing easily, and weak bones. .

In order to save Song Cheng's face, Shen Feng showed a standard smile.

In the office, Song Cheng seemed to be more aggressive. He sat across from Song Yuan with his legs crossed, and said to him, "You know the general situation, so uncle will stop talking nonsense."

"Your cousin's matter is indeed his fault. This time I will bear it for him, and next time I will absolutely—"

"Uncle." Song Yuan looked up at him, "Shen Feng seems to have called the police last time."

Song Cheng twitched the corner of his mouth: "Yes, let me suppress it."

"Okay." Song Yuan said, "For uncle's sake, I won't call the police anymore, just dismiss him."

Song Cheng's eyes were wide open, as if he had heard something unbelievable, "If you fired him, wouldn't everyone in this circle know about it? How do you tell your cousin to find a job in the future?"

Song Yuan lowered his eyes, straightened the ink bottle that was a bit out of the way, and said with a smile: "It's better than leaving a record."

Song Cheng's face was unpredictable, he opened his mouth several times, but he didn't say anything.After a while, he stood up and walked out of the office. He closed the door with great force, but due to the shock absorption effect of the glass door, there was no expected sound.

Song Yuan sat on the chair, he looked out the window, and found that the rose-colored sky was gone, replaced by dull, boring, somewhat dull gray.

The mobile phone on the table vibrated, Song Yuan glanced at it, it was a number he had never seen before, he thought for a while, and pressed the connect button.

"A new number in our country, remember to save it."

Song Yuan moved the phone away from his ear, glanced at the screen again, and then said into the microphone: "Aren't you going back to your country?"

Chen Kaixi sighed, and smacked his lips helplessly: "My dad somehow found a Ph. D. in physics to give me a blind date. Song Yuan, can you believe it? It's physics! And he's a doctor!"

Before Song Yuan could speak, Chen Kaixi continued on the other end: "I have no choice but to tell my dad that I am chasing you. In order to increase credibility, I will come back on a red-eye flight. In order to give my dad Show that we are a husband and wife."

Chen Kaixi seemed to have caught a taxi, and she asked on the other end of the phone, "Where is your home?"

"I'm in the company." Song Yuan said to Chen Kaixi, "Come here, there is a coffee shop downstairs."

Song Yuan told Chen Kaixi the address of the company, and then hung up the phone.In the next hour and a half, Song Yuan completed an online meeting, checked the last quarter's report with the financial supervisor, and drank a 220ml bottle of soda water.

The phone screen lit up, and Song Yuan picked it up to take a look. It was Chen Kaixi's message, and she would be there in 10 minutes.Song Yuan exited the SMS interface, paused with his fingertips hanging on the screen, and clicked on the call record.

The last time Wen Ye called him was four days ago, and the call lasted 13 seconds. Song Yuan no longer remembered why he called.

Song Yuan continued to scroll down, and on several pages, he could see Wen Ye's number. Song Yuan felt that Wen Ye liked to make calls very much.

Song Yuan lowered his eyes, stared at the call record on the screen for a while, then stood up and went downstairs.

Pushing open the glass door, Song Yuan saw Chen Kaixi sitting in the corner, her red hair had faded to a more dazzling orange.

Song Yuan walked over, his eyes fell on the bright fire between Chen Kaixi's fingers, he sat down opposite, and said: "Now you smoke indoors, if you report it, you will be detained."

Chen Kaixi lowered her voice and winked at him: "It's okay, there's no one around right now."

"——I will report it." Song Yuan slightly raised his eyebrows, then turned sideways and waved at the waiter.

Chen Kaixi curled her lips: "Okay, okay, let's stop smoking."

Song Yuan didn't look at her, the waiter in black and white uniform came over, and Song Yuan ordered two iced Americano.

"I don't drink American style." Chen Kaixi raised his head and said, "A cup of soy milk latte, thank you."

Because Chen Kaixi was busy replying messages, Song Yuan stared at the floor tiles obliquely in front of him in a daze.The floor tiles looked old, the raised horizontal stripes were flattened by the daily traffic, and the colors were not bright enough, and the seams where the green and blue intersected were blurred.

Sensing his gaze, Chen Kaixi looked along and asked him, "What are you looking at?"

Song Yuan came back to his senses, smiled and said it was nothing.

"I didn't give you the bottle of wine that you asked me to give to Wen Shu last time." Song Yuan said to Chen Kaixi.

Chen Kaixi put down the phone, glanced at Song Yuan, and said, "Did you drink?"

Song Yuan nodded lightly, and Chen Kaixi revealed an expression of "I knew it".

"But to be honest." Chen Kaixi shrugged his shoulders and leaned closer to Song Yuan, "I've wanted to ask for a long time, what do you like to hear?"

There were very few customers in the store, and in the space filled with the aroma of coffee, Song Yuan remembered the first time he met Wen Shu.

For the convenience of going to school, Song Yuan moved to a townhouse in the city center.At that time, every little boy liked to play football, so on the first day of moving, Song Yuan hugged his football, stood in the yard, and practiced the footwork taught by the physical education teacher last week.

Maybe it was the wrong shoes, or maybe the smooth football was slipping, he kicked the ball straight into the yard next door, and in the next second, he heard the sound of glass breaking.After a not-too-long struggle in his heart, he pursed his lips, walked slowly to the next door, and peeked into the wall secretly.

There was a very hot sun that afternoon, the flowing air seemed to be played at double speed, and the glass shards lying on the ground were dazzling.

A boy was standing in the yard with his back to him, wearing a dark blue T-shirt and looking taller than him.As if he had finally sorted out the situation in front of him, the boy took two steps forward, picked up the football on the ground, then turned around, and caught Song Yuan who was peeking.

At that time, Song Yuan was much more timid. His guilt and fear prevented him from taking a single step, and he could only watch helplessly as the boy got closer and closer.

But Song Yuan was not scolded.

The boy just threw the football to him lightly, saw him standing still, bent his eyes, showed a very clean smile, and said to him, "Run fast."

Chen Kaixi bit the straw and nodded thoughtfully: "I never thought that Wen Shu would be so kind when he was a child."

"It seems that all things are cute when they are young, but they are not good when they grow up." Chen Kaixi took a big sip of coffee, swallowing it loudly.

Song Yuan smiled, but didn't speak.

After drinking coffee, Chen Kaixi said that she was going to re-dye her hair, Song Yuan nodded and walked out with her.After seeing off Chen Kaixi, Song Yuan stood by the side of the road, blowing some cold wind, he suddenly didn't want to go back to the company.

Song Yuan glanced at the phone, except for a few reports sent by the company supervisor, there was nothing else.

Song Yuan stood for a while, then raised his hand to stop a taxi.

The car drove very fast, drove down the viaduct, and Song Yuan arrived home very quickly.Before entering the door, he subconsciously glanced at the window of the bedroom on the second floor, the curtains were still tightly closed.

Song Yuan felt that he had guessed the reason why Wen Ye didn't call him.

Song Yuan opened the door and went in. The living room was not lit. He took off his shoes and walked up the stairs covered with white carpet.Standing at the door of the bedroom, Song Yuan thought for a while, then pushed open the door.

The light in the bedroom was very dark, Song Yuan could only hear some heavy breathing, he paused, and raised his hand to turn on the chandelier in the room.

Wen Ye was wrapped in a thin blanket, lying on the bed with his back facing him, his tall body curled up together, making the whole room seem quiet and empty.Song Yuan walked over and stood by the bed, Wen Ye's right face was buried in the pillow, Song Yuan saw his slightly frowned brows and red eyelids.

Song Yuan sat on the bed, the movement was not small, but Wen Ye was still sleeping, Song Yuan stretched out his hand, touched Wen Ye's arm resting on the blanket, and then froze for a very brief moment.

He guessed wrong why Wen Ye didn't call him.

"Wen Ye." Song Yuan called Wen Ye's name, with the back of his hand against Wen Ye's hot forehead, "You have a fever."

Song Yuan's voice was loud, but Wen Ye still didn't wake up.