Counterfeit

Some simple furniture is placed in the large apartment, cardboard boxes and suitcases are piled up in the corridor, the curtains are tightly closed, and the beating game screen on the TV screen becomes the only light source in the room.

Wen Ye came over, sat on the single sofa, picked up the game controller again, and leaned against the back of the chair.

Xie Mingxuan pressed start, glanced at Wen Ye, and asked with a tentative smile: "How is it, is the acting good?"

Wen Ye stared at the TV screen, his blurry reflection could be seen on the screen that was too dark, Wen Ye lost his mind uncontrollably, suddenly the zombie that broke in from the corner bit him, the blood bar in the upper right corner went to It dropped a little bit.Wen Ye was stunned for a moment, and shot the zombie several times in the head, but missed a single shot.

When he was about to be bitten to death by the zombies, Xie Mingxuan, who shrank to the side, fired a shot, which was very accurate and headshot.Green plasma was sprayed on the center of the screen, and after a few seconds, Wen Ye threw the handle to the ground, propped his elbows on his knees, and buried his face in his hands.

"Why don't you comment." Xie Mingxuan shook the string on the handle, turned sideways, and said to Wen Ye, "If it wasn't for my shame, I was planning to call my husband just now."

Wen Ye smiled lightly, although it didn't sound very pleasant.

Xie Mingxuan was the first friend Wen Ye met in Xicheng. The two had been hanging out from elementary school to the second year of high school, and finally Wen Ye transferred to another school and ended their years of deskmate career.Later, Xie Mingxuan received the first message from Wen Ye, which briefly described the learning atmosphere in the class.

Because Xie Mingxuan was restless that day, he smiled and clicked on the keyboard, and asked Wenye if there were any good-looking girls in the class.

Wen Ye replied quickly: I didn't pay attention.

After a few seconds, Wen Ye sent another message with a little more words: I write with my left hand at the front desk.

Xie Mingxuan was not interested, so he replied, but Wen Ye seemed a little reluctant, and a few minutes later, Xie Mingxuan received the fourth message from Wen Ye: His name is Song Yuan.

It should be that day when Wen Ye’s not-so-rich life opened Song Yuan’s dungeon. There is no strategy, no bonus, no equipment, and no ending. Xie Mingxuan thought so when he saw Wen Ye.

"Otherwise, you'd better go find him, and still be the same as before, pretending to be crazy and foolish, and shameless." Xie Mingxuan said to Wen Ye.

The two were silent for a few minutes. Xie Mingxuan heard Wen Ye's hoarse voice and said, "I confessed."

Xie Mingxuan froze for a moment, nodded, and muttered in a low voice: "Then I can't pretend to be crazy—"

Wen Ye didn't answer, he straightened up again, and sat on the ground along the sofa. The cold and hard temperature of the tiles soon spread all over his body. Wen Ye shivered with a smile. Pick a game.Xie Mingxuan looked at Wen Ye, the light from the screen reflected on his face, making his eye sockets appear deeper.

"I mean if, if, Song Yuan really won't look for you anymore..." Xie Mingxuan suddenly couldn't bear to say the second half of the sentence.

The fingers that landed on the handle buttons did not stop at all, and the speed of the game on the screen switched quickly. Wen Ye let out a "hmm" before saying, "It's okay."

"So, are you planning to never see each other again?" Xie Mingxuan paused for a few seconds, "You don't like him anymore——"

The rapidly switching TV screens suddenly stopped, Wen Ye put down the handle, he turned around, and looked at Xie Mingxuan.

"I just watched Song Yuan for 1 minute."

"In the first second, I thought it would be best not to see him again in this life." Wen Ye lowered his eyes and smiled, "For the remaining 59 seconds, I was only thinking about why he wore so little clothes and his nose was so dark. Frozen red."

Wen Ye discovered early on that from the very beginning, he was rotten from the root, and he wanted to save him, but he couldn't help it. It seemed that he couldn't live without Song Yuan, but Song Yuan could live without him.But after such a long time, it's not like he has made no progress at all. For example, he can now accept that he will never see Song Yuan again, and he can go to a place where there is no Song Yuan to breathe.

Xie Mingxuan wanted to comfort Wen Ye, he opened his mouth slightly, but didn't say anything.

Wen Ye stood up, opened the glass door of the balcony, took a cigarette from the flower stand, leaned against the door frame and lit it.The flames mixed in the white smoke were flickering, Wen Ye smoked a little bit, his throat was itchy, and he couldn't help coughing.Because the range was a bit large, the too long ash fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.

After finishing a cigarette quickly, Wen Ye closed the glass door, looked down at the ashes on his fingertips, and said, "Let's go to the airport early."

It was nearly three and a half hours before the plane took off. Xie Mingxuan felt it was a bit early, but he still stood up.Because Wen Ye didn't have any luggage to pack, after a simple wash, Wen Ye dragged the suitcase and walked out, Xie Mingxuan put the game console he brought in his arms, and followed Wen Ye.

The iron-gray sky was still bright, and because of staying in a dark room for a long time, Wen Ye squinted his eyes uncomfortably.Pushing open the glass door, he saw Song Yuan standing next to the pillar at a glance.

Because the temperature was too low, Song Yuan didn't stand so straight, he folded his arms, his shirt was a little wrinkled, and a small part of the clothes was tucked into the waistband of his trousers.Wen Ye walked over, Song Yuan seemed to hear footsteps, and quickly turned his head, Wen Ye saw his cold nose and eye tips, which were dazzlingly red.

"I'm waiting for the driver to pick me up." Song Yuan glanced at Wen Ye, then turned his gaze back and landed on Xie Mingxuan.

Wen Ye nodded, he turned around and was about to leave, when the person behind him suddenly grabbed his sleeve and rubbed his fingers against the back of his hand, feeling strangely cold.Song Yuan quickly withdrew his hand, he sniffed, and then glanced at Xie Mingxuan behind him, and the game console he was holding in his arms.

Song Yuan raised his chin slightly, and hooked his lips at Xie Mingxuan: "Playing games with friends."

Wen Ye handed Xie Mingxuan the alley in his hand, then turned around, let him wait in the car with his head down.Xie Mingxuan nodded several times, and walked towards the parking lot at a somewhat fast pace.

"Is he good at playing games?" Song Yuan asked him.

Wen Ye didn't answer, Song Yuan continued on his own: "Just looking at the face, the beating should not be very good."

Song Yuan's meanness appeared out of nowhere, Wen Ye looked down at him, and asked after a while: "Is there anything else you want to do?"

Song Yuan blinked a little faster, his back was straight, his arms hanging by his sides seemed a little stiff, he stared at the buttons on Wen Ye's coat, and his voice was very calm: "You are going to Xicheng, plan to stay How long, when will you be back?"

"Why should I tell you?" Wen Ye asked him back.

Song Yuan quickly raised his head, and met Wen Ye's eyes, his heart skipped a beat, his brain seemed to be attacked by someone else, and he couldn't remember a word of the speech he had prepared before.

"As a friend, can't I ask a question?" In the next second, Song Yuan felt as if he had chosen the worst option among all the options.

Hearing Song Yuan's words, Wen Ye took two steps closer, he leaned forward, as if he heard some joke, he showed a very beautiful smile, his eyes were dark.

"After I confess my love to you, do you still plan to be friends with me?" Wen Ye leaned very close, and Song Yuan could smell the faint smell of tobacco from his neckline.

"What kind of friend am I? The kind you complained about after a quarrel with Wen Shu? The kind who helped you pick out clothes? Or the kind who kept Wen Shu at home as a decoration when Wen Shu was not at home?" Wen Ye's voice was very low. , with a very light grainy feel, like a blunt knife that has not yet been sharpened, it does not bleed but hurts.

"I won't always stand there and wait for you." Wen Ye told Song Yuan.

Wen Ye stood up straighter, lowered his head slightly, showed vague and sarcastic eyes, and said hoarsely to Song Yuan: "I'm very expensive now, Mr. Song should change someone."

Wen Ye turned around again, and walked towards the parking lot. Before taking a few steps, he heard some chaotic footsteps behind him. Soon, Song Yuan stood in front of him, and this time he didn't reach out to pull his sleeve.

"So you don't plan to see me anymore." Song Yuan stood straight, his Adam's apple visibly moved.

Song Yuan smiled, lowered his head and took out the cellophane from his pocket, rolled it up in the palm of his hand, and smashed it on the ground with some force, panting heavily: "It's okay, I don't care either."

Song Yuan didn't want to admit defeat, so before Wen Ye left, he turned around and walked to the other side. The wind behind him was loud, and after nine steps, Song Yuan stopped.He turned around, Wen Ye was no longer standing where he was just now, his back was far away, and finally disappeared into the air along with the black car.

Wen Ye really won't stand still.

Song Yuan returned to the position, and the candy wrapper he threw away was gone, probably blown away by the wind.Song Yuan stood where he was, perhaps because of the complicated lines of the floor tiles, his vision became somewhat blurred.

If you get closer, you might be able to find it, Song Yuan thought so, squatting on the bed, and moved a little bit slowly in the square.It took a long time to find it, Song Yuan felt his eyes hurt a bit, he stopped, raised his hand and rubbed it lightly twice.