Counterfeit

Song Yuan changed his pajamas with his back to Wen Ye, through the pure black mirror door, Wen Ye could see the reflection of Song Yuan's body.Song Yuan is not very thin, you can see the faint lines of the straight arms, the lower abdomen is flat, and the ankles and wrists are very thin.

After Song Yuan changed his clothes, he took two steps towards the bed, stopped again, and looked down at the bottom of his trousers with some doubts.The trousers that are too long hang down on the instep, and the waist seems to be a bit too big, and it seems that it will fall if you take two more steps.

Wen Ye looked at Song Yuan for a while before saying, "You may be wearing the wrong clothes."

Meeting Song Yuan's gaze, Wen Ye added: "I have relatively long legs, this one should be mine."

Song Yuan was stunned for a moment. He dragged his trousers that were too long and walked into the cloakroom. After a while, he came out wearing a pair of loose trousers. Wen Ye glanced at Song Yuan's very white knees.

Song Yuan didn't hold anything else in his hand, and met Shang Wenye's gaze, and said, "I wore the pants, so I put them in the laundry room." After he finished speaking, he stood at the door for a while, then turned and walked away.

Song Yuan's tone was flat, and he couldn't tell if he was unhappy. Wen Ye turned his head, looked at the place where Song Yuan was standing just now, lifted the quilt and got off the bed.

The room was very quiet, and Wen Ye could hear the soft sound of water, walking through the corridor with oil paintings, he stopped in front of the bathroom.

Song Yuan knelt beside the bathtub, with his fingers resting on the edge of the bathtub. He lowered his head, his eyelashes drooping straight, staring motionlessly at the grass carp and river prawns crowded in the water.The fishy smell filled the entire bathroom, and the water that was clean and clear in the morning became cloudy, but Song Yuan didn't seem to be able to tell.

Song Yuan looked at it for a while, stretched out his hand, and lightly touched the fin with his fingertips. The fat grass carp seemed to be frightened, and flicked its tail a little hard, and the water splashed on the back of Song Yuan's hand.

"Do you want to feed them?" Song Yuan was still staring at the fish in the bathtub, and his snow-white knees began to turn red from kneeling on the hard ground.

"No need." After Wen Ye finished speaking, Song Yuan turned to look at him, Wen Ye smiled again and said, "I fed it in the morning."

Song Yuan looked at him for a while, and said thank you lightly.Song Yuan stood up, walked to the sink and turned on the faucet, put his hand under the water for a long time, and carefully dried it with a towel before answering the phone that was in his pocket that was vibrating non-stop.

"Mr. Song, can you come to the company now?"

Song Yuan glanced at Wen Ye who was standing opposite, his complexion was a little pale, and his lips were bloodless.

"I'll talk about it tomorrow." Song Yuan said in a low voice.

Shen Feng on the other end of the phone seemed to be a little hesitant, and after a few seconds, she still said: "—You should come here now, Director Song has occupied the meeting room, and I can't get in."

Hearing Song Yuan's voice on the phone, Wen Ye leaned against the door frame and mouthed to him: "Go."

Song Yuan glanced at him, and then walked outside, Wen Ye gave him a wink to get out of the way, he watched Song Yuan walk to the wardrobe, and whispered while picking up the clothes: "I'll go over now."

Walking from the bedroom to the first floor, Wen Ye followed Song Yuan all the way to the porch, Song Yuan seemed to have forgotten something, turned around and was about to go upstairs again, Wen Ye suddenly put his arm around his shoulder, the other hand was Spread out in front of him.

Song Yuan looked at the car key in Wen Ye's palm, pursed his lips, and took a while to pick it up.The silver metal edge carried a temperature that could not be ignored. Song Yuan took the key and stood at the door for a while before saying, "Remember to take your medicine."

Wen Ye smiled, bent slightly, and looked at Song Yuan at the same level.

"You really want to leave me at home." Wen Ye put his hands in his trouser pockets, his voice was low and hoarse, and he seemed aggrieved, "I'm also a sick person anyway."

Song Yuan didn't speak, he looked at Wen Ye, seeming to be thinking.

Before Song Yuan could speak, Wen Ye took the initiative to admit defeat. He raised his hand and patted Song Yuan's shoulder lightly: "Just kidding, of course the most important thing is to make money."

"Otherwise, how will Mr. Song support me?" Wen Ye's hand went around Song Yuan, his fingers landed on the metal handle, and then he pushed open the door, the cold wind rushed in, and Song Yuan shrank his neck from the cold.

The cold air frowned Wen Ye's eyebrows, but the duration was very short.

"That..." Song Yuan pursed his lips, his eyes stayed on the corner of Wen Yeping's straight mouth, as if looking for something to say: "Remember to take medicine."

Wen Ye nodded.

The black clothes quickly disappeared from sight, Wen Ye stood leaning against the door frame for a while, for a few seconds, he still expected Song Yuan to turn back, stand in front of him, and tell him that he would not leave him at home.

But the wind was too cold, Wen Ye closed the door and didn't wait any longer.

Wen Ye returned to the bedroom, sat cross-legged on the carpet, replied to two emails, and ate the fruit salad that Song Yuan hadn't finished the day before yesterday.Because Song Yuan is a very picky eater, he was the only one in the glass bowl to pick leftover apples, the color of the flesh became very dark due to oxidation, Wen Ye lowered his eyelids, and scratched twice in the bowl with a fork.

In fact, he doesn't like apples very much, Wen Ye thought as he forked an apple and put it in his mouth.Because of his throat discomfort, Wen Ye chewed very slowly. Looking at the low clouds outside the window, he suddenly remembered that when he was in college, he lied that he was very close to Song Yuan in order to accompany Song Yuan to buy clothes.After driving for more than five hours at night, at the appointed time, he appeared in front of Song Yuan in good spirits.

The process of buying clothes took less than two hours, although Wenye only found out at night that Song Yuan bought the clothes for Wenshu, but during that short two hours, he was in a pretty good mood.

After eating the salad, Wen Ye stood up, went to the first floor to wash the dishes, and put them in the cupboard.

Wen Ye stood against the cabinet for a while, took out his mobile phone with wet hands, and made a call.

The prompt sounded almost to the end, and the person on the other end was reluctant to pick it up, but Wen Ye didn't mind.

"Would you like to come out for a drink?" Wen Ye coughed lightly, and then said, "I'll send you the address."

"No." The person on the other side quickly refused.

Wen Ye casually picked up the black coat that was draped over the back of the chair, and said with a groan, "Then I'll go directly to the store and wait for you."

Without waiting for the person on the other side to answer, Wen Ye hung up the phone, copied and pasted the address saved in the memo, and walked out the door wrapped in a coat.It was unexpectedly cold outside, Wen Ye zipped his coat to the top, buried his thin chin in the collar, walked to the door, and took a taxi.

Wen Ye arrived soon, he pushed open the glass door, walked through the dark carpeted corridor, and sat down in the corner.Maybe it was because of the fever, but Wen Ye still felt cold indoors. He almost buried the lower half of his face in his collar, lowered his head and closed his eyes.

Vaguely, Wen Ye heard footsteps from far to near, and then stopped beside him.

Wen Ye raised his head and saw the woman sitting opposite, wearing a dark blue silk shirt, light gray colored contact lenses, and exquisite makeup.

Wen Ye thought of Song Yuan's very shallow pupils, and moved his fingers in his pocket lightly.

Meeting his gaze, the woman brushed her hair hanging by her ear, and pushed the sparkling wine placed in the middle of the table toward him.

"You are yourself too." The woman smiled, her cheekbones raised slightly, "I invite you to have a drink."

Wen Ye didn't intend to take out his hand in his coat pocket. He nodded slightly, then looked back, lowered his eyelids, and stared at the small piece of tile that was cracked at the foot of the table.

He was dazed for a while, and a hand appeared in his sight, with long nails, stained with blood-red nail polish, shaking back and forth.

Wen Ye thought of Song Yuan's hands again, the nails were neatly trimmed and the fingers were slender.

The woman smiled indifferently, and touched Wen Ye's calf with the instep of Erlang's crossed leg. She handed over the phone, and there was a WeChat QR code on the screen.

"Add it." Jianwenye just looked at her expressionlessly, and she blinked, "It's just to make friends."

Wen Ye finally stretched out his hand and pointed to his throat through the air.

The woman's expression finally loosened a little, she pursed her lips, and said in a questioning tone: "—dumb?"

The handsome man didn't nod or shake his head.

The woman sighed, thinking in her heart that she was really a little lost, she finally met someone who was pleasing to the eye, but she was actually dumb.She stood up and took the phone away. Before leaving, she looked back at the man's handsome eyebrows and couldn't help feeling that God was so fair.

She didn't know that less than 10 minutes after she left, the dumb man smiled, raised his neck, shook his hands, and said in a hoarse voice, "Here."

A man wearing a black baseball cap sat down opposite, with an uneasy expression on his face. He reached out and touched the glass in the middle of the table. He picked it up and smelled it, then put it down with some disgust.

Wen Ye handed him the wine list on the next table, resting his chin on his hand, and said with drooping eyelids, "I'm broken in love again."

Xia Shi raised his eyelids and glanced at him, and replied perfunctorily, "Have you ever been in love?"

Wen Ye coughed twice with a smile, and pulled his eyebrows together vigorously, but soon returned to normal. He lowered his eyes, stared at the cracked tile again, and said with a smile: "You say, or I will give up. Come on, I haven’t caught up with someone after so many years.”

"I'm both a joke and a prostitute." Wen Ye muttered vaguely.

Xia Shishen didn't look at him, and kept turning the wine list to the last page. Xia Shishen raised his head to look at him and said, "Where did you dig out this dying store?"

"It's about to go bankrupt." Wen Ye leaned against the back of the chair, met Xia Shishen's gaze, and said with a smile: "This store invested by Song Yuan University is said to be his shame."

Xia Shishen showed an expression of not wanting to hear, he threw the drink list on the table and said he wanted a latte.

"Then I'll order a special tune—" Wen Ye stared at the wine list, holding his phone between his fingers, dangling lazily.

"Did you go out and look in the mirror?" Xia Shishen asked him suddenly, "You can go straight to the ground with a bad complexion."

Wen Ye lowered his head and smiled, his eyes narrowed into a line, and he tapped the knuckles of his index finger on the table: "No wonder I pretended to be dumb just now, people believed it so easily."

As the sky darkened, the street lamps on the side of the street turned on, and the fluff floating in the air was coated with golden light. Wen Ye held a straw and stirred the ice cubes in the glass aimlessly, colliding with the glass, making a crisp sound .

"Your company will have a physical examination next year, sign us to our hospital." Wen Ye's voice became hoarse because of the iced coffee, he raised his eyes, met Shang Xia's deep gaze, and said with a smile: "From now on, you have to call me President Xiao Wen .”

Xia Shishen raised the brim of his hat, revealing his eyes: "Don't you want to go to the hospital?"

"The old man can't help it." Wen Ye suddenly felt a little cold, put his hands back into his pockets, and then continued: "If Wen Shu didn't want to take it, he wouldn't be willing to hand over the hospital to me."

"Song Yuan doesn't know." Xia Shishen said.

Wen Ye lowered his head, and when he heard the word Song Yuan, he couldn't help curling the corners of his lips, his whole body softened.

"Yeah." Wen Ye said, "He hates being lied to."

Xia Shishen originally wanted to say, "Then you are not far from death", but smiled reluctantly at Shang Wenye, he took out his cigarette, lit one, and didn't answer.

"It's been so long, why don't you like me at all." Wen Ye propped his head up, and said with a smile in his voice, "Song Yuan is an idiot."

Xia Shi took a deep look at him, some long hair covered Wen Ye's eyebrows and eyes, even so, he could still see the red blood in Wen Ye's eyes.

Breathing out the cigarette in his mouth, Xia Shishen threw the cigarette case in front of Wen Ye, and said in a low voice, "Just smoke one."

This world has never been fair. Someone has never sent him flowers, but he is still determined. Someone planted a rose for him, but he just felt that the thorns were too long, so he didn't even look at it.

Wen Ye picked up the cigarette case, stared at it for a while, and then laughed.

"I'm fucking insane." Wen Ye buried his head in the crook of his arms, pinching the cigarette case with his fingertips a little harder, "Unexpectedly, at this moment, I still think that Song Yuan doesn't like the smell of cigarettes."

Wen Ye's voice sounded vague, but Xia Shishen felt that he didn't laugh anymore.

"It's really fucking hopeless." Wen Ye said to him.

Xia Shishen brushed off the long cigarette ash in the ashtray. He looked at Wen Ye's tightly clenched fingers, paused for a while, and then said, "You have long been hopeless."

Wen Ye raised his head, revealing very dark and bright eyes: "Or on this auspicious day, I will have a showdown with Song Yuan."

Xia Shishen had no expression on his face.

Wen Ye's hand holding the phone paused slightly, and after a few seconds, he dialed the most familiar number.

The prompt sounded only twice, and the call was connected. Wen Ye was stunned for a moment. He wanted to hang up, but when he heard the female voice on the other side, he frowned unconsciously.

The person opposite didn't know what to say, Wen Ye stood up, put his hands on the table, and asked, "Where is it?"

The other side of the phone didn't seem to answer his question directly, Wen Ye repeated it again, his tone became cold: "Where is it?"

"I'll go over now." Wen Ye hung up the phone, took a deep look at Xia Shishen, and said hoarsely, "Let's go."