Counterfeit

Since Song Yuan lost the candy wrapper, he hasn't seen Wen Ye for more than two months.

On a very humid morning, Song Yuan sent Wen Ye a message, asking him where the frying pan was, two weeks passed, and Wen Ye didn't reply.Song Yuan didn't care, because he didn't really want to eat dragon fish, and he didn't really need to use that frying pan.

On the third day after Wen Ye went to Qiancheng, Song Yuan received a courier. There was a bank card in a light-colored envelope, and his name was spelled in the lower left corner.After checking, Shen Feng reported an amount to him, and Song Yuan quickly realized that Wen Ye returned the money he sent to Wen Ye intact.

Song Yuan was sitting in the car, with his eyes closed, he pulled off the seat belt that was pressing on his chest a little, and took a breath with some effort.The car was too quiet, and it seemed that the driver had noticed that the driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror, and then asked him in a low voice if he was feeling well.It may be uncomfortable, but I can't tell where it is, it may be the stomach, or it may not be. Song Yuan didn't know how to answer, so he didn't answer.

The retrograde scenery outside the window was like a water-filled soap opera played at double speed, the red light at the intersection pressed the pause button, and Song Yuan looked out the window.The whole sky was gray and blue, and various shops were preparing to open their doors, and the roller blinds were pulled up against his window. The mannequin inside was wearing a dark gray cashmere coat, which looked of good quality.

Wen Ye should look good in it, because he has broad shoulders, Song Yuan thought about it for a few seconds, and soon realized that he might never see Wen Ye again, and even if he did, Wen Ye wouldn't wear it. clothes.

The car restarted, Song Yuan looked away, stared at the leather pattern on the seat in front of him, and stared blankly for a while.

In today's morning meeting, Song Yuan needs to listen to the initial reports of several new projects.

Sitting on the swivel chair, he watched the project manager's mouth open and close, reporting the super high profits at the beginning of the project with a red face, with a passionate voice, and at the end, trying to praise Song Yuan's wise decision as the general manager.

When the meeting was about to end, Shen Feng handed over the summary of the morning meeting. Song Yuan listened to the report and flipped through it until the last page. Song Yuan pinched the corner of the page with his fingertips a little harder.

"Why was the F project killed?" Song Yuan raised his head and looked at Shen Feng.

Song Yuan's voice was neither soft nor heavy, but it seemed a little abrupt in the impassioned speech. The person in charge who was sorting out the materials froze for a moment and looked at Song Yuan.

Shen Feng didn't speak, Song Yuan leaned on the back of the chair, and glanced around the conference room: "Who killed this?"

The man sitting on the right raised his hand, looking a little embarrassed.

"Because we have never been in contact with the medical industry, the price offered by Wenrui is only the same as the market, and our team has done a risk assessment—"

"—So how do you do your risk assessment?" Song Yuan lowered his eyes and straightened the pen in his hand, "The old houses around that land will be demolished, and they planned to change it into a high-end community last year. You know that a hospital can make people How much does it increase in value?"

"But it's a pity to make that location into a hospital..."

"What a pity." Song Yuan smiled lightly, and he held the clip in his hand: "For most people, sometimes it is more important to reach the hospital in 10 minutes than to reach the shopping mall in 10 minutes."

Song Yuan raised his head, looked at the project manager, and said slowly: "Especially rich people who are afraid of death, such as me."

The brightly lit conference room became silent, and the sound of everyone's breathing became weak. Song Yuan, who was sitting at the end of the long table, lowered his head, his eyes fell on the two words at the end of the A4 paper. He didn't blink until his sight became Fuzzy, he closed his eyes with some force.

"This project is in charge of Xiaowen who just took office, do you need me to arrange someone to connect with him?" Shen Feng asked Song Yuan in a low voice.

Song Yuan opened his eyes again, he closed the clip, and said very naturally: "Since I proposed to do this project again, I shouldn't cause trouble for everyone."

"I will follow this project myself." Song Yuan turned his head, and he said to Shen Feng: "You go to contact Xiaowen's assistant and arrange a meeting time." Shen Feng glanced at him, and nodded after a few seconds ,agreed.

When it was almost night, Song Yuan received a call from Chen Kaixi. She should be outside, and some loud noise could be heard on the other end of the phone.

"Do you still have whiskey at home?" Chen Kaixi's question seemed a little out of his head.

Song Yuan turned over on the bed, he was buried in the quilt, his body was weak, his whole body was cold, he paused for a while, and said to Chen Kaixi: "I don't know, maybe there is still."

In the next second, Song Yuan heard a harsh doorbell, and after ringing several times, Chen Kaixi said on the phone: "Come and open the door for Dad, I'm freezing to death."

Song Yuan sat up from the bed, wrapped in a blanket, went downstairs, and opened the door.

Chen Kaixi froze for a moment when she saw Song Yuan. She stood outside the door, her eyebrows twisted together, and the newly replaced brow nails were very bright.

She looked at Song Yuan, and asked hesitantly, "Why are you so thin?"

The cold wind poured in through the open door, Song Yuan wrapped the blanket around his body a little tighter, turned around and walked into the living room without answering.Chen Kaixi stood at the door for a while, took off his shoes, and walked in.

The living room did not turn on the light, and the light was very dim. Song Yuan sat on the sofa, curled up in a ball, with his overly thin chin resting on his knees.Chen Kaixi walked over and sat next to Song Yuan, smelling the heavy laundry detergent on his body.

"The whiskey is in the wine cabinet." Song Yuan's voice was hoarse, and he seemed to be frightened by himself, and after a while, he continued, "You can take whatever you want."

Chen Kaixi took a look at Song Yuan, stood up, and took an opened bottle of high-strength whiskey and two wine glasses from the wine cabinet.

"Want a drink?" Chen Kaixi asked him.

Song Yuan slowly turned his head. He looked at the orange-yellow liquid in the transparent wine glass. He stretched out his hand from under the blanket and took the wine glass, but he didn't drink it.

During the time when Song Yuan was in a daze, Chen Kaixi had already drank three bottoms of the cup, as if he couldn't bear it any longer, Chen Kaixi clicked his tongue lightly, and poked Song Yuan's shoulder with his fingertip studded with diamonds.

"Can I smoke one?" Chen Kaixi sighed, "I can't help it."

It seems that no one has smoked by his side for a long time, Song Yuan thought so, and nodded, Chen Kaixi moved quickly, the smoke ignited quickly, and the red sparks looked very bright in the living room without a light source.

Blue-white smoke spread in the air, Song Yuan held the cup, raised his head, and drank the wine.The wine was hotter than expected, flowing down the throat, with a sharpness that cannot be ignored, and slowly flowing into the stomach.

Chen Kaixi held the wine bottle and wanted to pour it for him again, but Song Yuan glanced at her and did not refuse.

"What's your situation?" Chen Kaixi sat cross-legged on the sofa, a small piece of cigarette ash between her fingers seemed to be crumbling, she looked at Song Yuan, and then said, "Are you going bankrupt?"

Song Yuan wanted to laugh a little bit, but just as he pulled the corner of his mouth, he felt pain. He lowered his eyes, stared at the clear liquid in the wine glass, and after a few seconds, said: "I have a friend who originally liked someone , I have liked it for many years, but now I find that that person seems... seems to be different from what I imagined."

"The person who stayed by his side has also left, and he said very harshly, saying that he will not come back again." Song Yuan's alcohol capacity is not good, and after drinking a little wine, his words became slurred, and the red eyes were slightly red. Droop down.

Chen Kaixi raised his eyebrows, and after spitting out the smoke from his mouth, he said with a smile: "Come on, you don't have any other friends besides me."

Song Yuan lowered his head, his hair covered his eyebrows and eyes, so he couldn't see his expression.

"There's nothing to think about." Chen Kaixi dusted off the cigarette ash, "If you feel something is wrong, correct it. Hurry up and like whoever you should like."

Song Yuan finally raised his head, his hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly, and he asked Chen Kaixi in a hoarse voice, "How to correct it?"

It seemed that she didn't expect Song Yuan to ask such a question. Chen Kaixi sat up a little straighter, looked into Song Yuan's eyes, thought about it and asked him: "Song Yuan, do you know what liking is?"

Song Yuan didn't speak, Chen Kaixi paused, stretched out his hand to take out a tissue, wiped off the shiny lip gloss on his lips, and then said: "From the beginning, I thought your feelings for Wenshu were very strange, specifically I can't say clearly, I just think you don't care too much about his affairs."

"You are not angry when he is in a relationship, you are not angry when he has a girlfriend, and you are not even angry when he is engaged. You seem to be sad for a while, and then it is over. I asked you what you like about him before. Except for the incident when you were a child, you Can't say anything."

Chen Kaixi spoke very fast, and when he was in a hurry, his cheeks flushed red.Song Yuan loosened his grip on the blanket. He was obviously sitting on the sofa, but he felt as if he was locked in a glass box with thin oxygen and was precarious.

"That's why you look like this now." Chen Kaixi moved closer, looked at Song Yuan, and asked him calmly, "Do you know who it is because of?"

Song Yuan may not know.

He just wants to smell wild for no reason, this process is not painful, even occasionally a very faint pleasure will evaporate, although it will dissipate immediately.Song Yuan lowered his head and took another sip of the wine. He held the wine in his mouth for a while before he swallowed it.

The mobile phone on the coffee table lit up, Song Yuan glanced at it, it was Shen Feng calling.Song Yuan pressed to answer, Shen Feng didn't seem to expect him to answer so quickly, he paused for a few seconds, and gave a somewhat abrupt hello.

"What's wrong?" Song Yuan cleared his throat and asked her.

"Mr. Song, the person who communicated with Mr. Xiaowen said that this project has been cancelled." Shen Feng's voice was a little soft, and Song Yuan felt a little hard to hear, and he pressed the phone to his ear with some force.

He heard Shen Feng continue to say: "It was their manager who interviewed us about this project, but during the meeting, this project was canceled by President Xiao Wen."

"Besides, Mr. Xiaowen means that there shouldn't be any cooperation in the future—"

"Then on my side... do I still need to continue to fight for it?"

Song Yuan stared at a small spot of light on the coffee table, the volume continued to elongate in the dark space, and all the inlets for oxygen supply were blocked.It wasn't until he felt someone calling him that Song Yuan came back to his senses and refocused his eyes.

"Yeah." Song Yuan paused, then said, "No, it's fine."

Shen Feng hesitated, but after more than ten seconds of silence, she took the initiative to hang up the boss's call for the first time.

The screen of the mobile phone went dark, Song Yuan sat with the mobile phone without moving, the shadow solidified on him a little bit, Chen Kaixi put out the cigarette with some worry, and raised his hand to touch Song Yuan.

"It's alright..."

Song Yuan gripped the phone tightly. He silently stared at a small spot of light on the coffee table, then called Chen Kaixi's name, and said to her as if talking to himself: "Did you hear that? He said he didn't want to see me."

Song Yuan wrapped the blanket around his body even tighter, and the phone slipped out of his hand and hit the ground.He turned his head, looked at Chen Kaixi, and gently pulled the corners of his lips.He seemed to suddenly understand that the reason why he missed Wen Ye but didn't suffer was because he had wishful thinking that Wen Ye would come back soon.

But he seems to be wrong.

Chen Kaixi saw Song Yuan looking at her with those light-colored eyes, and then asked in a very soft voice, "What should I do?"

"He doesn't see me."

Song Yuan stayed for a few seconds, lowered his head, and murmured softly, "Kathy, I really, really screwed up everything."