Counterfeit

Song Yuan doesn't like taking pictures.

But on a small screen, there are many of him, and the years in which the photos were taken span a wide range, from very thin T-shirts to down jackets that look a bit bloated.Pulled to the bottom, there is a video of less than 3 minutes. Song Yuan was silent for a while, and clicked on the video.

The picture at the beginning was shaking a bit, and it took three seconds to get it right. The picture in the video was a bit chaotic, and the background sound was very noisy, and everyone was talking.As the camera kept zooming in, Song Yuan saw a stage with a red carpet not far away, and himself in a white sportswear standing on the far side.

It was the art festival in June of the university, because the number of people participating in the club performance was not enough, Song Yuan was forcibly written on the performance list by the teacher.Because he is always on the same hand and one foot during rehearsals, he was finally assigned a role that does not have much movement and is bordered and formed on the stage.

Song Yuan remembered that he was also selfish at the time, and hoped that Wen Shu could see him, but that day, Wen Shu temporarily went to participate in a photography competition, so in the video, Song Yuan didn't look very happy.

The daylight in June is very bright, and the temperature is gradually rising. With the unique heat of summer, people who steam are sticky.Song Yuan's program is the opening of the art festival, Wen Ye and Song Yuan's school are far away, Song Yuan doesn't know why Wen Ye is there.

As the performance ended, Song Yuan, who was standing on the far side of the stage in the video, walked down the stage. The camera was glued to him, up and down, until he merged into the crowd again, and the camera shook again.The photographer was not visible in the video, and amidst the noisy voices, Song Yuan heard Wen Ye's soft voice, and said as if laughing, "Why are you so stupid."

The video ended, and the room returned to a deathly silence. Song Yuan could hear his own heavy heartbeat, and the aftershocks melted into the somewhat warm air.

The room was too quiet, so Song Yuan stretched out his hand, pressed the dot on the progress bar, pulled the progress to the very beginning, and listened to Wen Ye's voice again.Not long after, Shen Feng and two workers went downstairs, stood at the door and said they were going to leave, Song Yuan nodded, Shen Feng seemed to want to say something, but he opened his mouth and said nothing.

The door opened and closed again, Song Yuan clutched his cell phone, went up to the second floor, stood in the corridor on the second floor, walked into the innermost bedroom without much hesitation.The floor lamp was still on, and the dim light dyed the light-colored carpet a very warm yellow. Song Yuan went to bed, buried his head in the quilt, and soon fell asleep.

Song Yuan slept well, the night was not as difficult as he imagined, he didn't dream, when he closed his eyes, it was dark, nothing.

When I woke up again, it was already noon on the second day, the sun came in through the gaps in the curtains, and the room was full of light.Song Yuan spread his hands, holding the phone all night, leaving red marks on his palms, like bloody palm prints.

Song Yuan sat up and touched the touch-screen mobile phone on the bedside table, the body was a little cold.He picked it up and took a look. There were two messages from Shen Feng on it. The first message said that the driver had arrived downstairs, and the second message was about two hours later, saying that the regular meeting and a video conference were canceled for him.

Song Yuan finished reading the message, put the phone aside, and got out of bed.

He didn't know how to cook, and he was too lazy to order food. Song Yuan opened the top cabinet in the kitchen and took down the bowl of instant noodles.It turned out that for the convenience of eating, Song Yuan asked Shen Feng to buy several boxes of instant noodles. Sometimes he was lazy and could eat three or four boxes a day.But since Wen Ye moved in, he hasn't eaten for a long time.

The kettle dinged, and Song Yuan came back to his senses, tore open the bag of ingredients, squeezed it on the bread, and poured hot water on it.

Song Yuan thought that he would look forward to the long-lost taste of convenience food, but after the first bite, it seemed that he couldn't take the second bite.Song Yuan pinched a white plastic fork, rolled a noodle, put it in his mouth, chewed it several times, Song Yuan still couldn't help admitting: he seemed to be spoiled by Wen Ye.

Completely losing his appetite, Song Yuan put down the fork, leaned against the back of the chair, and stared at a small spot of light falling on the floor in a daze.Today's wind seems to be very strong, blowing away the leaves caged together outside the window, the light spot moves with the swaying branches, and finally stops on the edge of the dark beanbag sofa.

In the shadows, Song Yuan found the corner of the black clothes blocked behind the sofa, Song Yuan stood up from the chair, paused for a while, and walked towards the sofa.The sunlight outside the window was dazzling. Song Yuan was behind the sofa and saw Wen Ye's coat. The coat was about the same color as the sofa, so it was hard to spot if it fell behind.

Song Yuan bent down, picked up the clothes, and sat down on the sofa.Clothes are clean and you can smell the softener on the neckline.Song Yuan put the jacket on his knees, and vaguely felt the weight of the right pocket falling down. He froze for a moment, reached into the pocket, and touched some sharp corners.

It was a candy, wrapped in translucent pink cellophane, purple and blue in the sunlight.

It is honey-flavored, and the price is very cheap, and it can be bought in supermarkets of all sizes.Song Yuan liked to eat it very much when he was in high school, once he brought one to Wen Shu, Wen Shu frowned and said he didn't like the taste of peaches, and Song Yuan stopped eating it later.

Wen Ye didn't know when he started eating candy, smiling, the hard candy slid from left to right in his mouth, and sometimes pressed against his cheek, forming a small bag.Before Wen Ye left, he always asked him if he wanted candy.

Memories poured in with white mist, occupying the entire space that trapped Song Yuan, the floor lamp and the floor fused together, leaving him not much oxygen to breathe.

Song Yuan looked at it for a while, peeled off the candy wrapper, and put the candy into his mouth.The cloying sweetness quickly filled the entire mouth, but soon, Song Yuan's throat began to feel bitter, and his eye sockets were sour.

He smoothed out the wrinkles on the candy paper, and the dark blue handwriting on it was a little fuzzy, and it was written stroke by stroke: I want to live in your heart.

In the next second, Song Yuan lost the ability to think, and his internal organs seemed to be collapsing continuously, passing through the bones and hitting the ground.The memory rewinds back to countless mornings, noon, and nights, Wen Ye came to him and smiled, shaking the shiny candy in his hand, and asked him if he wanted to eat.

He kept saying no.

After a moment of silence, Song Yuan folded the candy wrappers and put them in his pocket, took a black coat, and walked out the door.While waiting for the bus, Shen Feng inquired about Wen Ye's new address, and the address was sent to his mobile phone. Song Yuan glanced at it, it was a very high-end high-rise apartment.

When the car arrived, Song Yuan opened the door, got in the car, and handed the address on the phone to the driver.

There are a lot of cars on the road, and Song Yuan's luck is not very good, he encountered the red lights at every intersection, and he walked almost two hours after half an hour's drive.The temperature of the air conditioner in the car was not high, and Song Yuan felt cold in his hands and feet, but he was still in good spirits. He tilted his head and watched the tall buildings and trees slowly receding outside the window.

At the door of the apartment, Song Yuan couldn't get in because he didn't have an access card.Holding Wen Ye's coat, he huddled beside the pillar, and the cool wind quickly blew through him.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, someone finally pushed the door out of the unit. Song Yuan hurriedly supported the door with his elbows, and slipped in sideways.It was very warm in the building, Song Yuan sniffed and pressed the elevator.

The elevator door opened, Song Yuan walked in and pressed the button for the 31st floor.As the number continued to climb, Song Yuan's sense of smell became more sensitive. He could smell some damp engine oil in the elevator, and his palms began to sweat. Song Yuan closed his eyes for a while.

There is only one apartment on the top floor, and the area is the largest in the entire apartment.Song Yuan stood still in front of the door, holding his coat, raised his hand, and knocked lightly on the door.Song Yuan was ready for Wen Ye's absence, but the door in front of him suddenly opened from the inside. Wen Ye was wearing light gray striped home clothes, his hair was a little messy, and the black earring on his left ear emitted a soft light.

Song Yuan straightened his back unconsciously. He sniffed and handed him the jacket he was holding in his arms. Wen Ye just looked down at him and didn't take it.

"You left this clothes at home." Song Yuan tried to make his voice sound calm, but the overly secluded corridor still revealed a slight tremor at the end.

Wen Ye stood at the door for a long time before reaching out and taking the clothes.Song Yuan's mood improved without warning. Seeing that Wen Ye was about to close the door, Song Yuan grabbed the door frame with his hands.

"Is there anything else?" Wen Ye asked him with a calm voice.

The hand gripping the door frame tightened, Song Yuan took out the candy wrapper from his pocket, and said somewhat unnaturally: "I saw this, I—"

Some excited laughter in the room interrupted Song Yuan's words: "Wen Ye! If you don't come here again, I'll buy all the gold coins on your account into cotton candy!"

Song Yuan looked at Wen Ye and curled his lips, then turned his head, smiled at the people in the room and said, "How dare you."

The voice was very soft, without any pressure, Song Yuan loosened his grip on the door a little.

"Sorry." Wen Ye looked at Song Yuan, showing a very polite smile, "Someone is still waiting for me." His eyes fell on the pink candy paper in Song Yuan's hand, Wen Ye glanced at it, and then said to Song Yuan: "This thing is useless now."

"If you want to keep it, you can keep it." The smile on Wen Ye's face disappeared, and the door closed again.

One second before the door was completely closed, Song Yuan heard Wen Ye say, "I don't need it anymore."