Counterfeit

The sun softened, and the smell of paint was very faint in the air.

"Why do you look so pale?" Wen Shu frowned, and he walked closer, his voice warmed up: "Are you sick?"

Wen Shu is cold and selfish, he always puts himself first, Wen Ye hopes more than once that Wen Shu is a bad person through and through, but unfortunately he is not bad enough.

"No." Wen Ye simply answered two words, and after a few seconds, he turned slightly to let Wen Shu in.

Wen Shu sat down on the sofa, looked at Wen Ye who was wearing home clothes, and asked calmly, "Why do you live here?"

Wen Ye was slumped on the gray beanbag sofa, the neckline of his jacket was crooked, and he tilted his head back: "Well, I'm arguing with my girlfriend, and I have no place to live."

Wen Shu unbuttoned his coat, and his whole body seemed to relax a little, "You can go home, Mom and Dad won't be angry for a long time."

Wen Ye didn't answer, he took out a candy from nowhere, peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth, the hard candy bulged the top of his left cheek.Soon, Wen Shu smelled a very sweet peach flavor and cheap fruit essence, which made people feel uncomfortable.Wen Shu unconsciously reached out for the paper on the tea table. The paper felt a bit strange. He tried hard, but the paper didn't come out, but suddenly a black cockroach popped out from the paper box. It was peaceful at the moment. Lying quietly on the back of Wen Shu's hand.

The plastic cockroach was poorly made, and a section of its hind leg was broken off.

The light in front of his eyes was covered a little, Wen Ye walked over at some unknown time, bent down and stuffed the cockroach back into the cardboard box: "Song Yuan bought scary ones on Halloween, and no one scared him, so he scared himself. It's enough."

Wen Ye's voice was a little hoarse, but the smile in his tone was obvious.

Wen Shu was not interested in this kind of uninspired toy, he looked down at the back of his hand, thought of the touch of the cockroach just now, stood up and walked to the bathroom.

The white door was ajar, and through the narrow gap, one could smell a strong fishy smell.Wen Shu was startled, and when he raised his hand to open the door, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind, holding the light golden doorknob, and closed the gap. "The water pipe is broken here." Wen Ye didn't look at him, just tilted his head, and said, "Go wash in the kitchen." Wen Shu glanced at Wen Ye, without refuting, walked to the kitchen sink, and put his hand under the faucet rushed.

Wen Shu didn't seem to want to stay any longer, he took out a piece of kitchen paper to dry his hands, and went to the door to put on his shoes.

"Let's go home on the weekend." Wen Shu stood up straight again, turned his head to look at Wen Ye, "Mom is going to make your favorite steamed fish."

Wen Ye stood in the living room, with the corners of his mouth straight, and half of his face was hidden in the light and shadow covered by the curtains, with deep eyebrows.

"She can't cook." Wen Ye smiled, looked at Wen Shu's gaze, and continued, "I know her better than you."

"Mom is going to let Aunt Zhou do it." Wen Shu changed the way of narration again, and Wen Ye felt that it sounded much more comfortable.

It seemed that he didn't intend to get an affirmative answer from Wen Ye, Wen Shu pushed open the door and was about to leave, but Wen Ye suddenly called him from behind.Wen Shu turned his head and met Shang Wenye's gaze.

"What's the date of that exhibition?" Wen Ye asked him.

"At the beginning of next month." Wen Shu looked at Wen Ye, and said, "If you want to go, you and Song Yuan can also go—"

"No need." Wen Ye quickly interrupted, he paused for a while, then smiled and said: "I will figure out what I want, I don't need you to give it to me."

Wen Shu looked at him, said hello, then opened the door and left.

The sound of the car engine was getting farther and farther away. Wen Ye stood in the living room for a while, then turned around, walked to the closed bathroom door, and pushed open the door.The pungent fishy smell quickly penetrated into the nostrils, the bulging grass carp remained motionless in the bathtub, and a few river prawns were already dead, but Song Yuan was determined not to fish them out.

Wen Ye lowered his eyes, thinking about what his reaction would be if he saw the fish in this bathtub just now, he might be shocked, indifferent, disgusted, or——

Wen Ye quickly suppressed that thought and closed the door again. He returned to the bedroom and saw the mobile phone with the screen on.

It's a text message from Song Yuan: It's late today, don't pick me up.

Wen Ye was lying on the bed with the quilt covering his head, the light on the phone screen was a bit dazzling, Wen Ye squinted, his fingertips stayed on the screen for a while, exited the information interface, and set an alarm on the phone for three hours later.

Maybe it was because of the fever, Wen Ye didn't sleep well, and he woke up after having a few intermittent dreams.The sky outside was getting darker, and the sun disappeared into the thick clouds. Wen Ye picked up his phone and took a look. He had slept for less than an hour.

Wen Ye got off the bed, saw the medicine box thrown on the floor, and remembered that he forgot to take the medicine in the morning.He sat by the bed, threw the morning's dose of medicine and the evening's dose into his mouth, and swallowed the mineral water he hadn't finished drinking yesterday.

Changing into a black sweater casually in the cloakroom, Wen Ye came out of the bedroom, and when he passed the laundry room, he glanced at the heavily piled laundry basket, the champagne-colored sheets were violently balled up like garbage Throw it in the clothes pile.Wen Ye looked back, put on his coat, walked to the garage, and started the car.

Perhaps it was not time for the traffic jam, Wen Ye went all the way unimpeded, at the last intersection, Wen Ye dialed the turn signal, turned the steering wheel to the left, and the car stopped at the same position as it stopped in the morning.

It was still a long time before Song Yuan got off work, Wen Ye put the car seat down, put on the sweater hat, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep.

It took Song Yuan a long time to persuade Shen Feng, who was on his menstrual period, to leave work early. Shen Feng, who was walking on 7cm high heels, frowned, and asked very stubbornly to stay and make coffee for him.

"Do you think your boss can't even make coffee?" Song Yuan sat on a chair and raised his eyes to ask her.Shen Feng pursed his lips, then said no. "Or do you think you can help with the project report?" Shen Feng couldn't refute, and finally left the company reluctantly.

After processing the last project report, Song Yuan closed the computer, turned his chair to face the huge French windows.The winding black mountain in the distance looks incompatible with the feasting and feasting in the city, maybe there are too many lights, even the moon is not very bright, Song Yuan thought so, and turned his chair back again.

When he walked out of the company's gate, Song Yuan was bowing his head to reply to the message, because the project manager's proposal was too unbelievable, the words of Song Yuan's reply became a bit mean, using words like am I crazy or are you crazy, brain shrinkage, I suspect I am dreaming, etc. words.Probably out of excitement, Song Yuan almost bumped into the man's arms.

She put her hand on Song Yuan's shoulder, but didn't push him away.

"Mr. Song has to watch the way." With a careless voice, Song Yuan raised his head and found that Wen Ye was looking down at him with dark pupils.

Wen Ye's hair was messy, under the light, Song Yuan could see the slight indentation on his brow bone.

"When did you come?" Song Yuan took two steps back and put down the phone.

Wen Ye walked towards the parking place, turned his head sideways, and asked with a smile: "If I said that I have been waiting here, would you feel very moved?"

Song Yuan also raised his eyes to look at him with complicated eyes.

Wen Ye looked away, took out the car keys, and said with a smile, "I'm just kidding, I'm not that stupid."

Before Song Yuan could speak, Wen Ye quickened his pace, walked to the front of the car, opened the door, leaned slightly, stretched out his arms, and made a gesture of invitation to Song Yuan.

Fog billowed in the dark night, Song Yuan stood in the somewhat empty parking lot, his body looked a little thin.Song Yuan came over, but didn't get in the car. He raised his head slightly and looked at Wen Ye.

"Come here with your head." Song Yuan's tone didn't fluctuate.

Wen Ye was startled for a moment, and after a few seconds, he lowered his head.

The cold temperature pressed against his forehead, the pulp of his little finger pressed his brow bone, and his hand did not leave. Wen Ye heard Song Yuan ask him: "Have you taken the medicine?"

Wen Ye still maintained that posture, he smiled, and then said that he had eaten.

Leaving his hand from his forehead, Wen Ye watched Song Yuan walk around to the driver's seat from the rear of the car, opened the door and sat in it by himself.Perhaps it was because Wen Ye had been standing there stupidly, the window of the passenger seat dropped at a constant speed, and Song Yuan's face was revealed little by little.

"You pay for the injection yourself." Maybe because he felt that the deterrence was not enough, Song Yuan lifted his chin slightly and said to him: "There is also today's fee, I will not pay you."

Wen Ye lowered his head and smiled, he didn't know how Song Yuan usually managed the company, he was so cute even when he was angry.

The car drove east all the way to the entrance of the Central Hospital, Song Yuan stopped the car, and before he got out of the car, the uncle who paid the fee knocked on the window.

"Young man, you see that your car is parked between two parking spaces."

Song Yuan's expression was a little unnatural, and Wen Ye who was sitting next to him unbuttoned his seat belt, and said, "Come down, I'll stop."

"No need." Song Yuan refused very indifferently. He got out of the car and asked the old man in a very soft voice: "Can I pay the parking fee for two parking spaces?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and Song Yuan continued: "There are so many parking spaces left, and there is no shortage of this one."

Capitalism and inexplicable logic triumphed. Song Yuan brought Wen Ye to the hospital. After taking his temperature, he took the medicine and put on the water.But Song Yuan was more delicate than most of the patients. He sat on the hard seat in the infusion hall with an unhappy expression.

"Why don't you go back first."

Song Yuan glanced at him, took out his mobile phone, deleted the unedited text message, replaced it with more harsh language, and vented his dissatisfaction on the project manager.

After pressing the phone for a long time, Song Yuan put down the phone, and accidentally touched the back of Wen Ye's hand with his finger, Song Yuan was stunned, and put his finger on Wen Ye's hand.

"Why is it so cold?" Song Yuan frowned, and when he was about to call the nurse, Wen Ye stopped him, "It's always like this when hanging water."

Song Yuan was obviously not satisfied with Wen Ye's explanation, but he didn't say anything. He lowered his head to look at the phone again, looked at it for a while, avoided the needle, and put his hand on the back of Wen Ye's cold hand.

Wen Ye glanced at Song Yuan, but Song Yuan was still immersed in the joy of beating the project manager, and pressed the keyboard with fingers of his left hand with some awkwardness.

The first bottle of liquid was infused very quickly, and when there was still a little left, Song Yuan planned to ask the nurse to change the second bottle, but just as he stood up, he heard Wen Ye calling him.

Wen Ye looked at him for a while, and then said to him: "Wen Shu came to the house today."

Song Yuan's fingers hanging by his side trembled slightly, and the blinking speed became very fast.

"He came to give you tickets for the exhibition and said you wanted to see it very much."

The infusion bottle became empty, the needle was still stuck in the blood vessel, and red blood began to flow back in the needle tube.

"He saw you." Song Yuan said.

"Yeah." Wen Ye nodded, the pain on the back of his hand gradually became more obvious, Wen Ye moved his fingers, but Song Yuan didn't see it.

"So." Song Yuan looked down at him, and his words were a little blurry, "How did you tell him that you were staying at my house?"

Wen Ye just looked at him, for some reason, he twitched the corner of his mouth and said to Song Yuan, "If I'm telling the truth."

The pain on the back of his hand made Wen Ye eager for an answer, leaving no room for it, and became a genius who was good at torturing himself.

"If I tell Wen Shu that I'm living with you, I'm being taken care of by you."

"What are you going to do?"