Counterfeit

Wen Shu is getting engaged.

Wen Ye was the first to know the news. He lowered his eyes, nodded slightly, and extinguished the cigarette between his fingers in the ashtray.

"Congratulations." Wen Ye lay on the sofa, tilting his head back, "Lu Keying must be going crazy with joy."

"Wen Ye." Wen Shu frowned, and gave him a sideways glance, with an unhappy expression.

"Just kidding." Wen Ye sat back down again, he took out the cigarette case, only to find that the one just extinguished was the last one.Looking at the remaining half of the white cigarette, Wen Ye smacked his lips, picked it up from the ashtray, and lit it again.

"What about you." Wen Shu stirred the coffee in front of him, the silver spoon collided with the porcelain cup, making a crisp sound.

"How are you with your girlfriend?"

Wen Ye had a cigarette in his mouth, and the bluish-white smoke floated upwards, vaguely covering his eyebrows and eyes, and he replied inarticulately: "It's okay."

Probably because this was the last half of a cigarette left, Wen Ye slowed down his smoking, took a puff but did not rush out, white smoke overflowed from the corners of his slightly parted lips.

"Go home." Wen Shu said suddenly, "Dad's anger has subsided after so long, you give him a step down."

Wen Ye didn't speak, just looked at him through the thin smoke, not knowing what he was thinking.

"The card has been parked for so long, and you probably don't have much cash on you." Wen Shu put the bank card on the table, and took out a light-colored kraft paper envelope from his bag, "Spend cash first, this card dad Might look into that too."

The pure black frosted card surface is almost integrated with the dark desktop, and the bronzing edge makes this card look very valuable. Wen Ye picked up the card and ran his fingertips across the corners of the card, Zhou Zheng's right angle It feels a little sharp, and it feels easy to hurt people.

"He will check..." Wen Ye smacked his lips regretfully, then stuffed the somewhat thick envelope into his jacket pocket, the pocket was too small, almost half of the envelope was exposed, but Wen Ye smiled not too concerned : "Keep the card."

Wen Shu seemed to want to say something more, Wen Ye spoke before him, and said, "I found a job."

Wen Shu opened his mouth slightly, and a rare surprise appeared on his calm and rational face, but the crack only existed for less than two seconds and then quickly closed. Wen Shu picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee, the temperature on the surface was already cold Come down, it seems that the taste is a bit cheap.

"Do you still like your job?" Wen Shu asked him.

The smoke between his fingers was about to burn to the end, and the heat rolled up his fingertips, but Wen Ye didn't seem to notice it.He stared down at the lines on the marble table, as if trying to remember whether he liked the job or not.

Wen Shu was always patient. He quietly drank the not-so-appetizing coffee in front of him, waiting for him to give a half-hearted answer.

Wen Ye didn't find the answer, he raised his head and looked at the upright Wen Shu sitting in front of him.

He and Wen Shu are not twins, but when they were young, everyone who saw the two brothers couldn't help sighing "as if", and this situation has not changed over time.

In order for others to distinguish him from Wen Shu, Wen Ye has made a lot of efforts, such as wearing ripped jeans that Wen Shu would never wear, getting tattoos, and piercing his ears.

Wen Ye threw the cigarette butt that was still burning into the ashtray, but it was not crushed, and the white smoke floated up feebly.

"Does Song Yuan know that you are getting engaged?" Wen Ye asked him.

Wen Shu felt that he was changing the subject, but he still answered seriously: "I probably don't know." He paused, and added: "The guests are notified by Keying."

There was no fluctuation in tone, just like that face that seemed to be forever calm.

"Wen Shu." Wen Ye smiled lightly, "We really look alike."

Wen Shu put down the cup, straightened the corners of his lips, nodded, and said yes.

Wen Ye stood up with a smile, pressed out the cigarette butt still lingering in the ashtray, said goodbye to Wen Shu casually, then turned and walked out of the coffee shop.

Today's weather is much colder than expected. Occasionally, the cool wind blows, and it seems that even the eyes become cold.Wen Ye zipped up his coat, hid his chin in the coat, and raised his hand to stop a taxi.

The road was icy and the car was driving slowly, so Wen Ye could clearly see the chubby little boy in the clothes, the father and son carrying big bags, the couple drinking the same cup of milk tea, and the high school students hiding in the alley and kissing couple.

Wen Ye looked back, leaned his head back, and closed his eyes.

An hour later, the taxi stopped in front of the gate of the villa area, and the security guards did not allow unregistered foreign vehicles to enter. Wen Ye didn't say anything, and got out of the car with a cowhide envelope.

The path paved with cobblestones goes all the way to the three-story bungalow at the end. The fountain in front of the house is still running. The water column rises a few meters and turns into fine water droplets, which fall on the water, breaking the silence around.

Wen Ye took off his shoes outside the door, opened the door, and the milky white plush carpet covered almost every corner of the house.He went in, through the gallery of paintings, into the room with the open door.

The huge mattress almost occupied the center of the room. Wen Ye walked over and saw Song Yuan lying on it, his eyelashes trembling with his breathing.Wen Ye lifted the quilt and put his hands on Song Yuan's waist, the heat came through the soft fabric.

Seeming to be chilled by the cold air on his body, Song Yuan frowned, but still did not open his eyes.

"I'm very tired today." Song Yuan's voice was very soft, and his tone was exhausted: "I won't do it."

Wen Ye withdrew his hand and lay down beside him. After a while, he said, "I went to see and report today."

There was a lot of movement from the side, Wen Ye turned his head, and found that Song Yuan, who had turned his back to him, had turned around at some point, and under the slightly raised eyes was a tear mole that was no longer obvious.

"What did he say?" Song Yuan asked.

"I didn't say anything." Wen Ye also turned around, his eyes fell on Song Yuan's rosy and full lips.

Song Yuan's mouth was beautiful, like the reddest and most blooming crabapple in the manor.

"He gave me a stack of cash." Wen Ye looked at Song Yuan, and he was the only one in those light-colored pupils for the time being.

Wen Ye tilted his head and approached Song Yuan, smelling the fresh shower gel on his body.

"But it's too little." Wen Ye said, "So I thought about it, and it's more cost-effective to stay with you."

Wen Ye reached out to grab Song Yuan's fingers, Song Yuan didn't dodge, he watched Wen Ye stroke his knuckles with his fingertips.

"I can use this money to wash off the tattoo." Wen Ye pulled back the hem of his clothes, revealing the black lines on his side waist, "Didn't you always displease your eyes, even if it is to express my loyalty to being nurtured by you."

Song Yuan looked at the tattoo on his waist in silence, and after a while, he stretched out his hand and pulled his clothes off.

"Keep it." Song Yuan said slowly, his fingers gripping the hem of Wen Ye's clothes a little harder, he raised his eyes, and looked seriously at the smiling Wen Ye in front of him.

"You weren't him in the first place." Song Yuan told Wenye.

Song Yuan is very generous most of the time, willing to do many things with him, such as holding hands, hugging, kissing, and even making love.Only in the matter of whether he will love him or not, Song Yuan's emotions are as clean and accurate as surgical instruments, and he will not leave a little bit of it to him.

Wen Ye lowered his head, kissed Song Yuan's cold earlobe, and smiled vaguely in his tone: "That's right."