Counterfeit

Wen Ye smelled very faintly of cigarettes, Song Yuan lowered his eyes, looking at Wen Ye's knuckle fingers on the back of his hand.

It's very hot, and the strength is very light, as if it will slip away at any time.

Wen Ye happened to be standing under a spotlight, and some pale light fell on him, making him look more indifferent than usual, a look Song Yuan had never seen before.

Wen's almost monopolizes the medical resources of the entire city. It has a chain of private hospitals all over the country, and its word-of-mouth ranks in the top ten of the medical top [-] list all year round. Now it has cooperated with foreign countries to develop a new vaccine, and the government has also invested in support.Song Cheng probably knew that the big Buddha of the Wen family was untouchable, so he rubbed the sweat on his forehead and smiled at Wen Ye.

"That seems to be a misunderstanding, Xiaowen always don't mind."

Wen Ye didn't answer, showing a somewhat perfunctory smile.

"Then...then we'll go out first." Song Cheng took two steps back, then remembered something, and shook the business card in his hand, "I'll accept Mr. But you must come."

From behind, Song Yuan saw Wen Ye nodded his head lightly, a small bone protruded from the back of his neck, a little red, it should be worn by the label of his coat.

After a few seconds, Song Yuan heard the sound of the door being locked, Wen Ye just stood there, the hand on the back of his hand was removed, and the heat disappeared.The air in the enclosed space became silent. Song Yuan wanted to support the edge of the table with his hands, but accidentally knocked over the decorative clock at hand.Wen Ye turned around and reached out to help the watch up.

Wen Ye didn't take his hand back, he propped himself on the table and looked down at him.

"I didn't mean to lie to you."

Wen Ye's voice was very low, for some reason, it reminded Song Yuan of the echoes in the pipes on the roof when he was a child.

"When did it happen?" Song Yuan asked him softly, but he didn't look up.

Wen Ye lowered his eyes, he could only see Song Yuan's eyelashes, but he wanted to see Song Yuan's eyes.Wen Ye leaned slightly, and got a little closer to Song Yuan, breathing entangled, Wen Ye saw himself in Song Yuan's eyes, and said: "It's been a while."

Hearing Wen Ye's heavy breathing, Song Yuan raised his head and saw the slightly green stubble on Wen Ye's lips.

"You don't need a place to live, and you don't need my money." Song Yuan paused, stretched out his hand, and put Wen Ye's hand away from him. Wen Ye just stared at him seriously, and the light shone into his eyes inside.

Song Yuan blinked and asked Wen Ye: "Do you think it's ridiculous to play me?"

Wen Ye paused for a while, then said briefly and quietly to Song Yuan: "No."

"So, why exactly?"

Wen Ye was taken aback, he stood up straight, and after a while, he suddenly laughed.

"Song Yuan." Wen Ye said, "Is this difficult to understand?"

"For so long, I have been in front of you, begging you to love me."

The smile on Wen Ye's face was very faint, he looked down at Song Yuan, took another step back, and said with a smile, "That's all."

Song Yuan stood in place, motionless, and the frequency of blinking became very slow.Wen Ye stared at Song Yuan's eyes and the corners of his lips for a long while, then pulled the corners of his lips weakly.

It was almost a conditioned reflex, and Wen Ye felt a dull pain in his heart. It turns out that when he is sad, even oxygen can hurt people.

Wen Ye turned around and walked out, Song Yuan stood leaning against the edge of the table and didn't call him.

The color of the sky turned rusty yellow, falling on the glass of the mirrored building, and the sky was divided into neat fragments.

Song Yuan lost his mind three times during the video conference. After the meeting, Shen Feng put the new project report on the table. After half a minute, she said: "Vice President Song has taken annual leave and said he wants to go back to his hometown to rest."

Song Yuan nodded, his eyes fell on the dense white foam on the coffee, which slowly disappeared along the rim of the cup.

"He—has he left?" Song Yuan raised his eyes and looked at Shen Feng.

"Leaving." Shen Feng pursed his lips, and added with some hesitation: "I stood downstairs for a while before leaving."

Song Yuan was stunned for a moment, and his heart sank a little unconsciously. What he couldn't see before, what he didn't pay attention to, was like a reef submerged in the water. When the sea tide receded, strange shapes were exposed in front of his eyes.

After more than an hour, because Song Yuan always thought of some strange things, he called a car and went home.Shen Feng found him a new driver, who spoke little, didn't smoke, and was very polite.On the way home, he took the initiative to ask if the temperature in the car was suitable, Song Yuan nodded lightly, and realized that the people in the front seat could not see, so he hummed softly.

When I got home, it was 42:[-] in the afternoon, and there was no one in the house.

Song Yuan walked to the bedroom on the second floor, opened the door, took off his coat, and lay on the bed in his shirt and trousers. Not long after, he fell asleep.

When I woke up again, the sky was getting dark, and some empty bedrooms looked a little cold. In the darkness, Song Yuan reached out and touched the phone screen, and it was already eight o'clock in the evening.He walked down the stairs in the dark, and turned on the brightest crystal chandelier in the living room. The dazzling light spread out in the space instantly. Song Yuan closed his eyes, adjusted for a while, opened them again, and looked at the slippers placed in the entrance hall.

Song Yuan stood for a while, walked barefoot to the wine cabinet, picked out a bottle of red wine at random, and took it back to the bedroom.

Maybe the wine was not good enough, Song Yuan slept very restlessly, he dreamed of a lot of strange things, such as shards of glass, footballs, dirty shirts, and dim stars.

Song Yuan was woken up by the alarm clock.

I didn't draw the curtains when I went to sleep last night, but the light in the house was still very dark, the sun was hidden in the clouds, and the yellow and mottled leaves looked lifeless.

Song Yuan turned off the alarm clock and glanced at his phone. He had received many messages, the bottom one was from Shen Feng, the time was stuck at [-]:[-], and he wished him a happy birthday concisely.The most fancy one is Chen Kaixi, who added a few emoji expressions almost every few words, and finally added a selfie with a pouting mouth, with a messy background, which looked like he was in a nightclub.

Halfway through the turn, the phone vibrated, and it was the driver who had arrived.

Song Yuan simply washed up, changed into casual clothes, and walked down the stairs.The living room is cooler than the bedrooms on the second floor.The door of the wine cabinet that was not closed yesterday was still ajar. After Song Yuan changed his shoes, he turned back and closed the door of the wine cabinet.

The traffic in the early morning was a bit congested. Driving on the viaduct was slow, and the car stopped and went. Song Yuan felt a little motion sick, leaned back and closed his eyes.

After nearly four or ten minutes, the car stopped at the entrance of the resort. Because Lu Keying liked the sea, Wen Shu booked the entire resort for the engagement banquet.

The seaside air was salty and humid, Song Yuan zipped his coat to the top and walked to the resort.

The path to the main banquet hall is paved with light gray short-pile carpets, the half-height water tanks on the side of the road are filled with white rose petals, and light pink balloons are tied to the light poles, swinging back and forth with some strong winds .

Song Yuan was blown to pieces by the wind, and finally entered the main hall. Song Yuan saw Wen Ye standing on the ladder and pulling a mint-colored ribbon at a glance.After tying the ribbon, he came down from the ladder. The man standing beside him didn't know what to say. Wen Ye lowered his eyes and smiled. It took only a second for him to return to normal.

Song Yuan was in a daze when suddenly someone patted him on the shoulder from behind. Song Yuan turned his head and met Shanglu Keying's smiling eyes.Probably trying on bridal makeup, Lu Keying's false eyelashes are beautifully attached, with distinct roots.

"Why did you and Wen Ye come so early?" Lu Keying smiled at Song Yuan, "Actually, I don't need your help, I just want you to help me take a look and see if there is anything that needs to be changed. .”

"Pretty good." Song Yuan said.

"That's what Wen Shu said." Lu Keying lowered her head, caressed the ring on her right ring finger with her left hand, turned it around twice before saying: "It's my own wedding, as long as I like it."

Lu Keying looked at Song Yuan: "Are you right?"

Song Yuan didn't speak, and Lu Keying didn't care either. She turned around, met the gaze that was looking this way, smiled and waved: "It's good to be tall."

Song Yuan followed his gaze, and the corner of Wen Ye's raised lips entered his eyes.

Wen Ye didn't intend to come over, Lu Keying glanced at the empty vase on the round table, turned her head, and said to Song Yuan helplessly, "Look at Wen Shu's wood, the flowers haven't been picked out yet."

Song Yuan didn't answer, he glanced at Wen Ye who was standing in the distance, and after a few seconds, he told Lu Keying that he wanted to go somewhere else.Lu Keying's winning pose was almost ready, she said yes with a smile.

I don't know why, leaving the space where Wen Ye is, the oxygen seems to be more abundant.Song Yuan walked along the cobblestone path and entered a small flower garden.Because the weather was too cold, the flowers and branches were all bare. Song Yuan moved closer and looked at it for a while, but he couldn't see what kind of flower it was.

"It's eustoma."

Song Yuan froze for a moment, turned around, and saw Wen Shu standing behind him.

Wen Shu came over, stood beside Song Yuan, stretched out his hand, and touched the flower branch: "It will only bloom in summer."

"It will look better after a meeting." Song Yuan put his hand on the cold iron railing and said with a smile.

"If it's open, do you want to come and see it?"

Wen Shu's voice was so small that Song Yuan thought he had an auditory hallucination, and he turned his head to the side, Wen Shu was looking at him.

"--What's the meaning?"

Wen Shu looked down at him, and after a while, said, "Why did you keep the fish I gave you in the bathtub?"

The voice was flat, and Song Yuan's heart beat faster.

"Song Yuan." Wen Shu came over, lowered his head, and looked at him seriously.

"Do you like me?"

At [-]:[-] in the morning, Wen Ye stood in the cool wind and let go of the tightly clenched hands hanging by his side.

At [-]:[-], Wen Ye got into a taxi, and the driver asked him where he was going. He yawned, and his vision gradually blurred.

"Anything is fine." Wen Ye leaned forward, leaning his head against the co-pilot's seat, and said with a smile: "It's all fine."