Counterfeit

The next day, Wen Shu and Lu Keying's wedding was held as scheduled.

The circular carved arch was wide open, and a waiter in a black vest stood at the door with a flower plate. Song Yuan put the invitation on it, and the waiter handed him a light pink rose.

Stepping on the short-pile carpet, Song Yuan walked into the main hall. The entire roof was wrapped in a mint-colored silk ribbon, with dense green plants on both sides, and pure white thin lace hanging on it. dream.

Passing through these soft-looking scenes, Song Yuan saw Wen Ye's back. He was wearing the plaid suit he tried that day, with broad shoulders.Song Yuan stood where he was, took a deep breath with his head down, raised his legs and walked in the direction of Wen Ye.

The seats were arranged in advance, Song Yuan and Wen Ye were in the first row on the left, next to each other.Song Yuan walked over and sat down next to Wen Ye. He turned his head and saw Wen Ye's side face hidden in the light and shadow. Compared with the rose on his chest pocket, the straight corner of his mouth looked a little cold.

Song Yuan glanced at the flowers in his hand, paused for a while, raised his hand, and pinned it to his chest pocket.

Half an hour later, the groom-to-be and the bride entered the venue. Lu Keying's dark brown curly hair hung down on her chest, her face was painted with delicate makeup, and Wen Shu held her hand, looking equally happy.

The engagement process was not as cumbersome as imagined. After exchanging the pair of rings, Wen Shu and Lu Keying kissed for a long time amidst the cheers of the guests.In a trance, Song Yuan felt that someone was watching him, he turned his head and met Shang Wenye's gaze.Before he could analyze the meaning in his eyes, Wen Ye moved away.

Song Yuan wanted to speak, but Wen Ye didn't look at him again. Song Yuan didn't know how to speak, so he came back to his senses and applauded with everyone.

As soon as the banquet was over, Wen Ye stood up and walked out. Song Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then stood up.Before leaving the main hall, Lu Keying stopped them.She changed into a simpler dress, her hair was coiled up high, and the color of her lipstick faded a little, making her look softer.

"Let's go now." Lu Keying took Wen Shu's hand, and said with some regret: "There will be a reception later, it will be a little more relaxed, you don't want to stay?"

Before Song Yuan could figure out how to answer, he heard Wen Ye's voice.

"No." Wen Ye said, "I still have something to do."

Lu Keying nodded, then looked at Song Yuan again, Song Yuan smiled and said, "I'm not going either."

Across Lu Keying, Song Yuan felt that Wen Shu had glanced at him.

On the small road out of the manor, there is a large lake, and the watery lake reflects the clouds that are not too white.Song Yuan followed behind Wen Ye, he was not very close, and was a little distance away from Wen Ye, but he could see him clearly.

Wen Ye's steps were bigger than Song Yuan's, and Song Yuan couldn't see him after bypassing the landscape fountain.The respiratory tract seemed to be stuffed with cotton, Song Yuan's footsteps paused, then sped up a bit, and then saw Wen Ye again under the white round gate.

He was standing next to a black car, with three shirt buttons that were originally fastened to the top unbuttoned. He hung his head, and a strand of black hair glued to the back of his head fell down on his forehead.He was holding a dark cigarette case in his hand, and the driver sitting in the driver's seat walked up to Wen Ye and flipped on the windshield lighter in his hand neatly.

Wen Ye seemed to be stunned for a moment, and after a few seconds, he shook out a cigarette from the cigarette case and bit it in his mouth. The driver handed the lighter forward, and Wen Ye subconsciously tilted his head to one side.

The driver seemed to want to say something, but out of the corner of his eye he fell on Song Yuan. He closed the lid of the lighter and smiled at Song Yuan.It was only now that Song Yuan recognized that this was Li Changbo, the housekeeper of Wen Yishan's old house.

"Mr. Song is here too." Li Changbo's voice was loud and clear, which is rare for middle-aged and elderly people. "It's been a long time since I went to play at home. Mr. Wen asked you before."

Song Yuan walked over, stood beside Wen Ye, smiled, and said hello to Uncle Li.

Song Yuan lived next door to Wen's house when he was a child, and Li Changbo watched Song Yuan grow up. Seeing Song Yuan, Li Changbo habitually opened the car door for him: "It just so happens that the young master is here today, why don't we go home too—— "

"No need." The expression on Wen Ye's face was very calm, he took the lighter in Li Changbo's hand, opened the lid with his index finger, a blue flame jumped up, and lit the cigarette in his mouth.

He took a sip, the sparks flickered, and he said to Li Changbo: "He still has something to do."

Song Yuan was stunned for a moment, and scratched the seam of his trousers with his fingers hanging by his side. He stood there and whispered, "Yes, I still have something to do. I will definitely go to play next time I have time."

Li Changbo nodded in embarrassment, Wen Ye smoked on his own, he smoked very quickly, the blue-white smoke was blown very thinly by the wind.When there was still a little bit left, Wen Ye threw away the cigarette, opened the car door, and sat on it.

Li Changbo said goodbye to Song Yuan, and quickly drove away.Song Yuan felt that the space between him and Wen Ye was gradually expanding, and it was getting worse and out of control.

Back in front of his car again, the driver opened the door for him, and Song Yuan sat down in the back seat.The car had been in the sun for a long time, and the leather seat was a little hot. Song Yuan put his hand on it and pressed it hard.

"Mr. Song." The driver in the driver's seat turned his head and said to Song Yuan in a very appropriate voice: "You need to fasten your seat belt."

Perhaps the memory cells were temporarily short-circuited, and the images with unclear colors began to flash back. The man in the cotton sweater leaned over to him, stretched his hand to pull the seat belt around his shoulder, and said to him with his eyes bent: pay attention to driving Be safe, Mr. Song.

His heart beat heavily. Song Yuan didn't like this feeling, so he fastened his seat belt and closed his eyes.

The refurbished asphalt road is very smooth, and you can hardly feel any bumps, so when the car stopped at the door of the house, Song Yuan hadn't reacted yet.After a few seconds, Song Yuan heard someone calling him. He opened his eyes and saw the familiar environment outside the window.

The brain became a little dull, and Song Yuan didn't react until the driver came down to open the door for him.

Standing in front of the door, Song Yuan heard the slight sound of music through the somewhat thick door panel.He pushed open the door and found that the projected movie was still playing.The heating temperature in the room was adjusted a bit high, Song Yuan took off his shoes at the door, walked into the living room with bare feet, and sat down on the carpet.He stared at the clock hanging on the opposite wall in a daze, the metal pendulum swayed repeatedly, his eyes gradually lost focus, and the edges of everything became blurred.

Putting his hands by his side, after a few seconds, Song Yuan thought of Wen Ye.

A few days ago, Wen Ye was sitting here smiling at him, holding a glass bowl full of fruit in his hand.Yesterday, Wen Ye was still sitting in this position, looked him in the eyes, and said to him, let's go here.

Song Yuan felt a little pain in his eyes, he turned off the sound of the movie, lay down slowly, and curled up on the carpet.

He lived in a big house since he was a child, at first he lived with his parents, then he was left alone, and later, Wen Ye moved in.Song Yuan no longer remembers how much luggage Wen Ye brought when he first arrived. Wen Ye always wore a soft-looking solid-color sweater. Whenever he might be slack, Wen Ye would come over and ask some unnutritious questions. .

For example, does he look good in this dress, should he go out to fly a kite, and should he eat candy.

Even though Song Yuan always refused to answer, Wen Ye was not angry.

Like never being angry.

When Song Yuan woke up again, the sky outside the window was completely dark, the movie was still playing, and some blurred spots of light were slowly agglomerating on the glass coffee table.In the light gray dim space, there is no one except Song Yuan himself.

Song Yuan's throat was a little dry. He tried to stand up while supporting the floor, but his legs became weak from curling up for a long time, and he knelt on the ground.Because it was too much like acting, if Wen Ye saw it, he would fall to the ground and laugh non-stop. Thinking of this, Song Yuan also laughed.

He got up from the ground, walked to the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator door.Cool air gushed out in an instant, and Song Yuan became a little more awake. He took a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator, and unscrewed it without much effort.

The cold air covering the bottle seemed to penetrate every crevice in the bones, Song Yuan stretched out his hand, and took the innermost mineral water on the upper shelf of the refrigerator.

With a slight twist, it opens.

Song Yuan stood for a while, put the water back, and closed the refrigerator.

Although he just woke up, Song Yuan thought he needed sleep. He walked up the steps and stood in the white corridor with oil paintings.The door of the innermost bedroom was ajar, and Wen Ye slept there for the next few days.

Song Yuan was stunned for a while, and finally walked over and opened the door.He has hardly been in other rooms in the villa. Although he has lived here for a long time, besides the living room, there are bedrooms on the second floor, and there are other rooms on the third floor. For Song Yuan, it is like an unlocked map in the game.

The room was very dark, Song Yuan found the switch of the wall lamp on the wall, he pressed it, and the room was lit with warm orange light.The cleaning aunt should have been here, the bed was made neatly, the fluffy looking pillows were placed on the head of the bed, and the quilt was not wrinkled.

Walking to the cloakroom in the back, Wen Ye's things were taken away, and the shelves were empty.Song Yuan looked at it for a while, stretched out his hand, and opened the top drawer next to the shelf, but there was nothing in it.

Song Yuan closed it again, then went to pull the drawer on the second floor, and then closed it again, mechanically repeating meaningless actions.Song Yuan squatted on the ground and opened the seventh drawer. Just when he thought Wen Ye had left nothing behind, he saw the mobile phone dropped in the crevice of the closet.

The black fuselage was firmly stuck inside, Song Yuan froze for a moment, and reached in, but the gap was too small, and his fingers couldn't use any force at all.Song Yuan stood up, trying to push away the half-built-in wardrobe.

Three minutes before ten o'clock in the evening, Shen Feng received a call from Song Yuan.As soon as she pressed the connection button, Shen Feng heard her boss speak a little fast: "Call the person who installed the wardrobe."

"now?"

"Yes." Song Yuan said, "Now."

Half an hour later, Shen Feng brought the maintenance personnel to the side sleeper on the second floor. It didn't take much time to take out the wardrobe, and Song Yuan quickly got the phone.

It was an old looking phone with a few cracks on the left side of the screen and some peeling off of the paint around the buttons.Song Yuan pressed the power button, but couldn't turn it on after a long time.

He remembered that there seemed to be a data cable in the toolbox in the living room. Song Yuan held the phone in his hand and walked downstairs.

"Girl." The worker holding the wardrobe glanced at Song Yuan, then asked Shen Feng, "What's wrong with this wardrobe?"

Shen Feng thought for a while, and made a decision for her boss: "Just put it back."

At the bottom of the toolbox, Song Yuan found a data cable that seemed to match. He charged his phone, sat on the ground, and stared at the small black screen.

It felt like a long time had passed, and the logo of the mobile phone brand lit up in the center of the screen, followed by a short boot animation.

Song Yuan picked up the phone, and the electronic product that had not been used for a long time became very stuck. Song Yuan looked at the prompt of insufficient memory on the screen, and pressed several times to confirm before it disappeared.

The memory is not enough, why don't you know, Song Yuan thought so, and clicked on the photo icon on the screen.There was a delay in the sensitivity of the phone, and it took several seconds for the screen to react and enter the photo album.

There are many photos in it, some of them are wearing school uniforms, some are doing papers with their heads down, and some are doing questions on the blackboard.

It's all him.