Counterfeit

Xie Mingxuan heard a short and hasty knock on the door, he got up from the bed, opened the door, and saw Wen Ye standing outside.His complexion was not very good, his hair was messy, and his soft shirt was full of wrinkles. Soon, Xie Mingxuan saw Wen Ye's red and swollen wrists.

"You...what's wrong with your hand?" Facing Shang Wenye's gaze, Xie Mingxuan's voice became smaller and smaller.

Wen Ye didn't answer, he raised his hand and pushed Xie Mingxuan to the wall, he walked into the room, and sat down on the armchair next to the floor lamp.Xie Mingxuan stood at the door for a while before closing the door. He sat across from Wen Ye, a small ring of tooth marks on his wrist became more and more clear under the light, some places were bitten hard, and red blood spots ooze out.

Wen Ye looked down, raised his hand and wiped it away with his fingertips, but after a while, blood spots slowly appeared again.

Xie Mingxuan couldn't sit still, he took out the medical kit from the cabinet under the TV, took out the hemostatic bandage, band-aid and some messy medicine, and piled them on the table.Wen Ye's face was covered in light, each eyelash was fringed with a golden halo, there was no superfluous expression on his face, and the flowing air was silent.

After a while, Xie Mingxuan heard Wen Ye asking him in a hoarse voice: "Is there any water?"

Xie Mingxuan handed him the soda water in the freezer, Wen Ye opened it and took a few sips, then turned his head to look at Xie Mingxuan, and said, "You told him about Casper."

With a sinking ending, it was an affirmative sentence, Xie Mingxuan nodded.Wen Ye got the expected answer. He put the soda water aside, took out a band-aid from under several medicines piled on the table, tore open the package, and stuck it on the wound on the inside of his wrist perfunctorily.Xie Mingxuan originally wanted to remind him to disinfect, but he opened his mouth and said, "He bit you because of Capser?"

Xie Mingxuan didn't expect Wen Ye to answer him, but after a pause for a few seconds, Wen Ye scolded in a low voice: "You son of a bitch." Xie Mingxuan subconsciously looked at Wen Ye, but he still had the same expression just now, with his eyes drooping, and he didn't look like that. Not angry, not happy.The heater in the hotel room was fully turned on. After sitting for a while, Wen Ye started to sweat. He walked to the window and pushed it open.

The cold wind blew in, and the hem of the clothes exposed outside was sticking to the waist. Wen Ye stood for a while, picked up the cigarette case on the window sill, smoked one, bit out the popping beads in the filter, and lit the cigarette.Xie Mingxuan walked to his side, lit one and started to smoke. The smoke that diffused out was quickly blown away by the wind. Xie Mingxuan stood for a while, but still said: "I feel that Song Yuan...is not easy to get along with."

A small piece of cigarette ash fell on the window sill, but Wen Ye didn't see it. He dusted the cigarette twice, looked at the gloomy sky outside the window, and answered the question, "It's going to rain."

Xie Mingxuan has always had no perseverance, he quickly forgot the question he just asked, and was attracted by the starless sky.Wen Ye withdrew his gaze, staring at the bright sparks between his fingers, and remembered Song Yuan standing upright on the podium, reciting a long English speech smoothly and smoothly.Halfway through the speech, the team of girls beside them began to whisper, transitioning from English pronunciation to the appearance of the speaker.

"Song Yuan is a genius, it doesn't matter if he studies well, and he looks good too."

"Hey, my friend sat at the same table with Song Yuan before, and she told me that Song Yuan's eyelashes are so long." The girl stretched out her hand and gestured as she spoke. The length was a bit exaggerated, but the girl next to her still cheered and exclaimed .

Wen Ye stood on the playground, passing through the dense crowd in the front row, his eyes once again fell on Song Yuan.Almost everyone thinks that Song Yuan's excellence is innate, but he has seen Song Yuan sitting on the empty playground at the end of evening self-study, reciting speeches over and over again, and frowning in frustration when he gets stuck.

He has also seen Song Yuan take the finished mineral water bottle, go around in a big circle, and hand the bottle to the old scavengers who always appear in the same place.

Wen Ye was secretly happy because he was the only one who knew these things. Facing other people's misunderstandings about Song Yuan, Wen Ye never explained for him.Song Yuan may be mean and arrogant, but he who secretly took gifts from others and pretended to be crazy and asked Song Yuan to stay and speak was not too magnanimous.

After smoking that cigarette, Wen Ye held up his injured wrist, washed with one hand, and lay down on the sofa.With the lights turned off, Wen Ye sank into the darkness, the bite wound on his wrist was painful, he thought of Song Yuan's very red eyes, stubborn, crazy, really not very good-looking, like a glass doll out of control.

Wen Ye woke up very early the next day, Xie Mingxuan's snoring didn't mean to stop, Wen Ye went into the bathroom, took off his clothes, and turned on the faucet.Pure white steam quickly overflowed the top of the head, Wen Ye stood under the water, lowered his head and tore off the band-aid on his wrist.After a night, the small circle of teeth marks became more obvious, and the skin around it was purple, which looked a little scary.

It looks like a scar is going to leave, Wen Ye thought so, closed his eyes, and wet his hair.

When he came out of the bathroom, Xie Mingxuan had already woken up. He lay on the bed, pointing feebly at the mobile phone on the table: "It rang like a reminder this early in the morning."

Wen Ye pushed back his wet hair, glanced at the phone screen, and picked it up.

It seemed to be a little impatient for waiting, and the voice of the person on the other side sounded very aggressive: "Wen Ye, do you know what time it is? I didn't let you go to Xicheng to be a young master there!"

Because the sound was too loud, Wen Ye tilted his head, held the phone a little farther away, and put it back to his ear until there was no movement from the other side: "It's 25:[-], my young master has already woken up [-] minutes early." Immediately afterwards, Wen Ye heard a heavy sound on the other end of the phone, probably because chopsticks were dropped or something.

"Believe it or not, I can stop your project with just one phone call and tell you to come back with nothing!"

The water droplets on the tip of the hair fell on the table, Wen Ye wiped it off with his hand, and then smiled and said: "I'm just waiting for you to say this, when I go back, you can tell in advance that the first-class window ticket is not very easy to buy. "

Wen Yishan should have been so angry by him that he didn't speak for more than ten seconds, and finally hung up the phone.Wen Ye threw the phone on the table, turned to meet Xie Mingxuan's gaze, Wen Yishan spoke loudly, Xie Mingxuan heard most of it, and his face was completely sleepy.Wen Ye turned around, wiped the wound casually with gauze, put on a new band-aid, lowered his head and smiled and said, "The old man must regret it now, he didn't have more sons back then."

Wen Ye's room is at the elevator entrance, before the elevator door opened, Wen Ye glanced sideways.He didn't think about whether Song Yuan had left. This answer was not that important to him. It took him a long time to understand that some things can't be obtained through hard work. Human beings in this world must abide by the rules, and One of them is to allow the person you love not to love you.

Walking out of the hotel, water stains of different shades on the marble floor indicated the amount of rain last night. Wen Ye heard Xie Mingxuan sigh, and then said: "So it really rained yesterday."

The air after the rain was humid, with the smell of soil, Wen Ye didn't answer the call, and walked around the watery ground to the company building.Xie Mingxuan followed him and looked at his mobile phone, telling some news about current events and jokes from time to time. Wen Ye sometimes smiled, but most of the time he didn't speak.

Walking past the cake shop on the corner, the rich and sweet aroma covered the senses, Xie Mingxuan finally raised his head, glanced at the pastries on the shelf, and patted Wen Ye on the shoulder: "Let's go to the coffee shop on the company's terrace for breakfast."

Walking downstairs in the company, Wen Ye looked at the coffee shop on the terrace, the crimson parasol was very conspicuous, even so, he still caught Song Yuan sitting on the wicker chair at first sight.Song Yuan was still wearing yesterday's clothes, with his hands crossed on the table, his hair was a little messed up by the wind.

Xie Mingxuan, who was standing behind him, took a few steps forward. He looked at the people sitting on the balcony, and then said after a pause, "Casper sitting opposite Song Yuan is right..."

Blonde hair, beige suit, no need for Wen Ye to answer, Xie Mingxuan also knew that it was Casper, he glanced at Wen Ye, and couldn't help sighing: "I just finished talking to him about the new manager yesterday, and he can sit down today Coffee with Casper."

"This is really a ruthless person." Xie Mingxuan's tone was mixed with inexplicable admiration.

Wen Ye just watched, and after a few seconds, the person sitting under the parasol suddenly turned his head and met his gaze.Wen Ye felt it was a little ridiculous that the tacit understanding between him and Song Yuan that he had longed for before actually appeared when Song Yuan bit him and the relationship gradually collapsed.

Probably Song Yuan's movement of turning his head was too abrupt. Not long after, Casper, who was sitting opposite him, also turned his head. After seeing Wen Ye, he stood up with a smile, grabbed the wet railing, and waved his hand vigorously at Wen Ye. .Wen Ye also smiled. He took the elevator to the terrace, opened the door, and met Song Yuan's gaze.

Casper smiled and patted the empty seat beside him: "Come and sit here!" Wen Ye sat down beside him very naturally, Casper put the untouched puffs on the table in front of Wen Ye, and asked: "Why is Ming Didn't come?"

"He said he was going to have diarrhea." As soon as Wen Ye finished speaking, Casper smacked his lips with a smile, he punched Wen Ye with his fist, and said in Chinese with some accents: "Don't say such things while eating. !" Song Yuan sat across from him, watching Wen Ye smile generously at others, Song Yuan hid his trembling hands in his coat pocket.

After a while, the waiter came over with a tray and put the coffee in front of Wen Ye. Wen Ye picked it up and took a sip, his movements froze for a moment.

Casper rested his chin on his left hand and said, "Song ordered you a latte, I thought you liked Americano."

Wen Ye put down the glass, turned his head, smiled at Casper and said, "I like to drink American style."

Casper's eyes widened a little, he looked at Song Yuan, raised his eyebrows shaking his head, and did not hide his joy: "Song, I guessed it right this time." Song Yuan rarely showed harshness, He bent his eyes briefly, and then looked at Wen Ye who was sitting across from him.

Wen Ye didn't touch the cup of coffee again, he picked up a fork and poked open the meringue of the puff, revealing the dense white cream inside.Before he had time to eat, Casper beside him suddenly pressed his hand, pointed to the Band-Aid on his wrist and said, "What's going on?"

Probably because I was a little distracted when I called in the morning, the size of the band-aid on Wenye's stickers was a bit small, and it couldn't completely cover the wound, revealing the reddish edge of the wound.

This was the product of Song Yuan's madness last night. He knew that Wen Ye might hate him and hate him, but as long as Wen Ye still talked and quarreled with him, Song Yuan didn't care about the content of the words.

Some cream was stained on the fork, Wen Ye lowered his eyes and tasted it, and smiled with satisfaction. Casper was still looking at him, Wen Ye put the fork flat on the porcelain plate, glanced at his wrist, and said, "It's just an accident."