Counterfeit

Song Yuan and Wen Shu have known each other for a long time. He knew that Wen Shu had a younger brother, but he had never met him before the third day of high school.

The day Song Yuan met Wen Ye, the sun was so bright that even the air was hot.

It's been nearly a week since school started, and Song Yuan hasn't seen Wen Ye's face yet.Because almost every day, he sleeps on the table.Wen Ye is tall, probably because he doesn't want to wrong him, his long legs are always crossed, and the dangling legs touch his stool from time to time.

Song Yuan turned his head and saw the boy's furry head, the ends of the hair that had not been carefully groomed were a little frizzy, and a few strands were sticking up in a mess.

"Student." Song Yuan looked down at the boy's straight fingertips that were about to touch his back, and whispered, "Do you have your legs and arms that can be retracted?"

The tip of her raised hair trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Song Yuan turned back, only to find that the fingers that were still some distance away from him were now stabbing his back very firmly.The body temperature fell on his skin through a few millimeters of fabric, and the dry heat stayed on his back for a long time, Song Yuan froze for a moment.

He took the pen and turned around again.

The person who had been lying on the table did not know when he sat up. He raised his chin, his eyes narrowed into a line because of photophobia, and there were a few very light red indentations on his cheeks.Song Yuan was stunned for a moment, it took him about ten seconds to accept the boy's face which was almost exactly the same as Wen Shu's.

Song Yuan withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and lowered his eyes to look at the hand still on his chest. After a few seconds, he raised his hand and brushed his hand aside with a pen.

"Please don't touch me." Song Yuan's voice was calm.

The boy just looked at him, his narrowed eyes gradually relaxed, and his narrow and long double eyelids became clear.

The air conditioner in the classroom was turned on very high, and the air conditioner box placed outside the window made a humming sound, and light and shadow spilled in through the cracked window, leaving fine spots of light on the boy's open collar.

The hand that was left by Song Yuan slowly rested on his chest again, Song Yuan lowered his head, his chestnut hair was hanging down on his forehead, and he could vaguely see the wrinkled eyebrows.

"Take your hands away." Song Yuan stared at him, his tone becoming stiff.

The boy looked at Song Yuan's face, and after a while, he smiled and said hoarsely to Song Yuan, "Your eyelashes are so long."

Song Yuan didn't answer, he turned back quietly, moved the stool forward.To ensure that the people behind him would not bump into him again, Song Yuan picked up the pen and lowered his head to rewrite the half-solved math problem.Song Yuan stared at the numbers in the notebook, and suddenly realized that he had forgotten the formula listed in the first half.

"You're left-handed." Although Song Yuan didn't see his face, he could still hear the lazy smile in his tone.

Song Yuan ignored him. He stared at the questions on the paper, and suddenly found a more concise way to solve the problem. After a few seconds, Song Yuan drew a circle on option A.

After seeing Wen Ye, Song Yuan was afraid that he would not be able to distinguish Wen Shu from him, but later Song Yuan felt that he was worrying too much.

Except for that overly handsome face, Wen Ye has nothing in common with Wen Shu.He doesn't study very much, and spends most of his time sleeping. When he is awake, he rests his chin and stares ahead in a daze, or buryes his head and plays the small games that come with his mobile phone.

Although Wen Ye came here halfway, his popularity in school is extremely good, and there are always many people around him, although most of the time, the smile on Wen Ye's mouth seems a little too shallow.

Only occasionally when they are divided into study groups, Song Yuan will be divided into a group with Wen Ye. Wen Ye, who hardly raises his head in class, is very motivated when divided into study groups.

"Draw an auxiliary line here——" Wen Ye lay on the table, drawing a crooked line on the triangle with the mechanical pencil in his hand, then turned to look at him, "And then?"

Because Song Yuan sat upright in his seat, he glanced at the pencil spinning rapidly between Wen Ye's fingers, and the black phantom of the pencil drew a full arc in the air.

Song Yuan glanced at the paper: "The drawing is wrong."

Wen Ye snorted, and then drew a line on the other corner of the triangle: "That's right."

"I've said it four times." Song Yuan frowned.

"That's here." The last corner of the triangle was also drawn with an auxiliary line, Wen Ye lifted his chin and winked at Song Yuan, "These are the three corners of the triangle."

Song Yuan picked up a pen and drew an extended line at the bottom of the triangle. Contrary to Wen Ye, Song Yuan drew a clean and straight line.Song Yuan's right hand was pressing the paper, and his elbow accidentally touched Wen Ye's arm, but within a second, Song Yuan moved away.

"The painting is here." Song Yuan was still holding the pen, his knuckles were white, his fingers were slender, and the incandescent lamp above his head left a smear of light on his neatly manicured nails.Probably the light was too soft, so Wen Ye didn't take Song Yuan's bad tone to heart, he nodded at Song Yuan, and took his paper with a smile.

As if solving the last problem, Song Yuan stopped looking at him, packed up his things, stood up and walked out of the classroom.Until the door closed with a click, Wen Ye threw the pen on the table, and leaned against the back of the chair to look out the window.

The days in summer are so long that they will never end, Wen Ye thought so, looking away, he caught a glimpse of the sugar falling on the ground out of the corner of his eye.The translucent cellophane was dazzlingly bright, and blue and purple interlaced in the gradually blurred vision.

Wen Ye picked it up and saw the light pink candy wrapped inside, Wen Ye knew it was peach flavored.

Because he always smelled this smell on Song Yuan's body, it was very soft and light.After a few seconds, Wen Ye stuffed the sugar into his pocket, stood up and walked out.

Wen Ye walked very fast, he jumped down the stairs in two or three steps, and it didn't take long before he saw Song Yuan's back in the school square.

The school is being cleaned, and the slate floor is stained with fresh water stains that have not yet dried out. Song Yuan strode over with big strides, his snow-white slender ankles leaked from the short trousers, and the water reflected a small swaying light spot on the ankle bone .

Wen Ye followed Song Yuan unhurriedly, and then saw Song Yuan standing under the plane tree at the school gate, looking like he was waiting for someone.The red balloon tied to the branch for the school celebration swayed in the wind, and the red color was reflected on Song Yuan's side face, enveloping the tip of the nose, eyelids and eyelashes in the color.

Song Yuan stood for a while before turning around and looking down at the little girl standing beside him.The little girl stood still. She first looked up at the balloon hanging on the branch, and then looked back, watching Song Yuan sniff her nose and shake the two horn braids on her head.

The battle between Song Yuan and the little girl was at a stalemate. Wen Ye didn't know the battle process in the middle, but it seemed that Song Yuan was defeated.Song Yuan walked to the side, stood on tiptoes, stretched out his arms and unwrapped a balloon, then bent down again, and tied the wool around the little girl's wrist.

The little girl didn't know what to say again, Wen Ye saw Song Yuan lowered his head, and smiled lightly, Song Yuan untied the thread buckle, and tied it again.Wen Ye took two steps forward and saw a neat bow tie on the little girl's fleshy wrist.

Song Yuan seemed to have obsessive-compulsive disorder, and even the bows were tied symmetrically. Wen Ye wanted to go over and ask Song Yuan, but he couldn't make it in time.

Wen Shu appeared on the opposite side of the road. As soon as he reached the middle of the road, Song Yuan hurried down the steps and stood by the side of the road waving at Wen Shu.

The cars on the road are running fast, and Song Yuan may be bumped into standing there, but it seems that except for him, the two protagonists don't care much.

Wen Shu soon found Wen Ye standing behind the school gate.

"Why haven't you come home yet?" After Wen Shu finished speaking, Song Yuan, who was smiling with his head up, was startled, then slowly turned around following Wen Shu's gaze, and met Shang Wenye's eyes.

"Yeah." Wen Ye stared at the shoulders of the two, and said, "Busy drawing auxiliary lines."

Wen Shu was not very interested in his topic, so he nodded and asked him: "Let's go to the art exhibition, do you want to go together?"

Wen Ye didn't speak, he looked at Song Yuan who was standing opposite, his face was expressionless, the corners of his mouth were straight, his blinking speed seemed to be very slow, and the fingers hanging by his sides were unnaturally stuck to the seam of his trousers.

"No." Wen Ye put his hands in his pockets, lowered his eyes, and said with a smile, "I still have an issue with my friends tonight."

In the next second, Wen Ye clearly saw the smile on Song Yuan's face, his eyes were bent down, but the corners of his mouth were raised.Song Yuan turned around, touched Wen Shu's arm with his elbow, and unconsciously raised his voice at the end: "Let's go quickly, the door will be closed later."

Wen Shu nodded, and explained that after Wen Ye told him to go home early, he walked to the right side by side with Song Yuan.Wen Ye also walked out of the school, crossed the road, and kept going left.

The sun scorched the cement floor, and the incessant heat seemed to scald a hole in the air. It wasn't until his fingers tingled that Wen Ye stopped from wandering aimlessly.

Standing at an open intersection, he looked down at his somewhat red index finger. There was a small, hard barb stuck in his flesh. Although it looked painful, it shouldn't hurt if he didn't touch it.

Thinking so, Wen Ye took out the fruit candy from his pocket, and the sharp edge of the candy paper rubbed against his fingertips, leaving a very light white scratch.

"You stuck me, you know." Wen Ye's voice sounded hoarse, he peeled off the candy wrapper, and threw the candy into his mouth.

The sweetness quickly filled the entire mouth, and the lips that were stained with sugar became sticky.

"It's a peach, you guessed it right." Wen Ye thought so.