Counterfeit

"What do you mean."

Song Yuan had no expression on his face, he lowered his eyes and looked down at Wen Ye, his eyes were very indifferent.

"Nothing interesting." Wen Ye raised his head, his gaze fell on the corner of Song Yuan's straight mouth, "Just curiosity."

Song Yuan stood tall and straight, and moved his fingers hanging by his side, probably because the back of his hand was too painful. Wen Ye watched Song Yuan's red lips open and close. It took him more than ten seconds to hear Song Yuan's words. What he said was: You are too curious.

The smile on Wen Ye's face faded a little, he turned his head sideways, raised his intact hand, shook it at the nurse sitting at the opposite desk, and said in a hoarse voice, "It hurts so much."

The nurse sitting behind the stage stood up, leaned on the stage and looked towards Wen Ye, frowning and asked, "Where—"

Song Yuan was stunned for a moment, and his eyes fell on the back of Wen Ye's hand covered with white tape.

The back of the hand with protruding knuckles was swollen visible to the naked eye, and the slowly returning blood was red and dazzling. The girl in a nurse uniform opened her eyes wide. She ran over, quickly pulled out the needle, and pressed the swollen blood spots with cotton.

"Look at you! Why don't you call me after losing!" The nurse on the night shift was impatient, she raised her eyelids, and gave Wen Ye a look: "You deserve it if it hurts."

Wen Ye stretched out his hand to hold the cotton, and after a while, he said, "The remaining two bottles will not be hung up."

"Why—" the nurse paused as she changed the infusion bottle.

Wen Ye propped himself up and stood up. He glanced at Song Yuan, then turned his head, lowered his eyelids and said, "It hurts too much."

I don't know where it hurts, or it may hurt everywhere, just like the corner of the glass coffee table, although I pay attention to it every day, but at a certain moment, it will hit my knee mercilessly, leaving a long-lasting pain bruises.

A bruise doesn't hurt much if you don't touch it.

Wen Ye took a look at Song Yuan and walked out of the hospital.

There were few cars on the way home, and the neon lights on the viaduct were flickering on and off, illuminating the dim compartment very brightly. Song Yuan raised his hand and turned the volume of the radio to the minimum. Wen Ye leaned on the back of the chair, sideways His head looked out the window, but he didn't speak.

After the car was parked in the garage, Wen Ye followed Song Yuan into the living room.Turning on the light strip on the roof, Song Yuan saw the dark blue ticket on the bar. He walked over, looked down for a while, took the ticket in his hand, turned and went upstairs.

When Song Yuan came out of the shower, the bedroom doors on the second floor were wide open, and there was no one inside. Song Yuan stood at the door for a while, then walked down the stairs.After going down a few steps, Song Yuan heard the sound of the TV. It was a sobbing female voice, which sounded aggrieved.Song Yuan came down from the stairs and looked at Wen Ye who was sitting cross-legged on the carpet.

He was still wearing the clothes he had when he came back, his black hair was messed up behind his head, his eyes and cheeks were red, and the orange light fell on his shoulders, forming a soft and quiet spot of light.Wen Ye stared at the TV, blinking very slowly.

Song Yuan walked over and glanced at the TV.

The TV station always broadcasts bloody and tragic dramas late at night. Two men and women are arguing on the rear-projection TV. The woman cried and her eyeliner was stained with black spots, but the man stood motionless with a calm expression, as if A doll without empathy.

Song Yuan cleared his throat, Wen Ye turned his head, and looked at him, his eyes were dark, like dark grids.

"Today's water is not finished." Song Yuan said halfway, the water from the tips of his hair suddenly dripped onto his cheeks, he raised his hand to wipe it off, and then said: "Go again tomorrow."

Wen Ye didn't speak, just looked into his eyes, as if in a daze.

The crying of the woman on the TV was piercing, piercing a hole in the air, and the air leaked in rustlingly.Song Yuan felt a little uncomfortable when he heard that, he turned around and walked up the stairs again, but when he was halfway up, he was suddenly stopped by someone behind him.

Song Yuan turned his body sideways, and his eyes fell on Wen Ye again.

"Wen Shu is getting engaged." Wen Ye sat on the carpet, looked up at him, and asked calmly, "Do you know what this means?"

"He's going to start a family with another woman."

"He'll have a wife, and kids."

Wen Ye's voice was very low, passing through the living room like a room, consuming oxygen over and over again.In a very light and small second, his heart stopped beating, and Wen Ye reminded him again that he had been detached from the track of reading about life, and he did not have the ticket to participate in reading about life.

But rather than the pain, he was more embarrassed by being exposed by Wen Ye. Song Yuan closed his eyes, and opened them again after a few seconds.

"So?" Song Yuan stood on the stairs, his soft voice became more and more cold in the empty living room, and he asked him with the corners of his mouth: "What does it have to do with you?"

Wen Ye's fingers hanging on the carpet were clenched tightly, his body was sweating profusely due to his high body temperature, his clothes stuck to his clothes, like a fish stranded on the beach and scorched by the hot sun.

"Can't I ask?" Wen Ye said.

"No." Song Yuan dropped these two words, turned and went upstairs, and after a few seconds, Wen Ye heard some loud slamming of the door.The carpeted stairs became empty, Wen Ye turned his head mechanically, and went back to watching TV.After not watching it for a while, the men and women on TV have reconciled. They hug each other as if they will never be separated for a lifetime.

The temperature in the room was not low, but Wen Ye felt cold for no reason, and his fingers trembled unconsciously. He stood up, turned off the TV and lights, and sat on the carpet again.

People will really become more and more shameless. When Song Yuan said that for the first time, he felt that the world was about to collapse.

He also did some stupid things. He created a small Weibo account, secretly retweeted Koi and wished that Song Yuan could love him one day, and did a constellation matching test, because the matching index with Song Yuan was as high as 85 points. Not from ear to ear, and because Song Yuan and Wen Shu's index is a bit higher, they can't sleep.

Wen Ye always looked at Song Yuan, even though his eyes had never been on him.

In fact, he is also despicable and shameless. He has a lot of small thoughts that can't be seen. If he gets close to Song Yuan, he will be full of flaws, but he doesn't have to worry that Song Yuan will find out, because Song Yuan never looks at him.It's just that he fell into an endless loop, he was mean, he just wanted Song Yuan to love him.

That night, the night continued to spread, and the air-conditioning poked a big hole in the night, and the black juice flowed down, sticking to his hair, eyes, and chest.

At that time, he was still thinking that Wen Shu was about to get engaged, so he just had to work harder. In order to love Song Yuan, he could cover his eyes and ears and be a dull and dull old man.It's a pity that no matter what he did, he still didn't seem to be the one who satisfied Song Yuan.

He understood this truth too late.