Counterfeit

Clearly feeling that a certain organ in his body was being hollowed out, Song Yuan looked at Casper's back, and the desire for victory rarely occupied his brain. His legs were weak, and his fingertips couldn't stop shaking until the elevator Wen Ye sounded impatiently, and Wen Ye looked at him again.

Song Yuan smiled, and he walked into the elevator. Even in a very cramped elevator room, human beings can be divided into two camps, and Song Yuan and Wen Ye stood on the opposite side.When the elevator kept going down, Song Yuan was in a trance. He felt as if he had a huge nightmare. It started from the night when the sky was full of fireworks and continued until now.

Perhaps because he didn't deserve to be pitied, the nightmare soon came true. On the basketball court, he stood opposite Wen Ye for the second time.Because of his sudden joining, Xie Mingxuan, who was going to play, took the initiative to retreat. He walked to the sidelines, tore open a pack of wet wipes, wiped his hands and said with a smile: "Finally a newcomer has joined, and there are only a few of us every day." Hit, I'm tired of it."

Song Yuan doesn't like people calling him a newcomer, he is not the one who joined temporarily, Song Yuan glanced at Wen Ye who was standing opposite, he took off his coat and was warming up, Casper stood behind imitating his movements, smiling happily .Song Yuan looked away, he took off his watch and put it aside, bent down to pick up the basketball on the ground, and walked to Wen Ye.

Seeing the expression on Casper's face, Song Yuan knew that he must be a shame, but he didn't want to see Wen Ye joking with other people, so he interrupted stiffly and asked, "Can we start now?"

As the smile gradually disappeared on Wen Ye's face, Song Yuan felt that he also began to sink for no reason. He clearly hoped that Wen Ye could be happy, but he quickly snuffed it out because the source of these happiness was not himself. I am disgusted by myself.Because Wen Ye didn't answer the conversation, the rest of the people were probably afraid that Song Yuan, Party A, would be angry, so they took the initiative to take the conversation and said, "Yes, yes."

Song Yuan blinked, and handed the ball to Wen Ye. This time, Wen Ye didn't refuse. He took the ball, patted it on the ground a few times, and threw the ball into the basket with his uninjured left hand.Just as Song Yuan was about to speak, Casper suddenly jumped behind Wen Ye, patted Wen Ye's shoulder with his hand, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "nice shot!"

Wen Ye slightly lifted his chin and smiled, wondering if it was because the sky was so clean, Wen Ye's eyes were shining brightly, full of youthful vigor, even if it wasn't because of Song Yuan, it didn't seem to affect Song Yuan's fascination at all .Song Yuan looked away, he ran over to pick up the ball, the cuffs were stained with dust from the basketball, Song Yuan didn't pay much attention.

The cold air mercilessly took advantage of Song Yuan's open shirt collar, and every joint in his fingers quickly became stiff. When he received the ball from his teammate for the seventh time, Song Yuan saw Wen Yuan under the basket on the opposite side. Wild, he leaned forward slightly, with his hands on his knees, and the exposed half of his forearm looked lean and powerful.

Song Yuan withdrew his gaze and raised his arms to throw the ball. Maybe because the distance was too far and he didn't have enough strength, the ball couldn't even touch the edge of the basket.Wen Ye, who was standing under the basket, raised his hand and hooked the ball. He glanced at Casper who was bouncing around not far away, smiled helplessly, and passed the ball.

Casper got the ball, dribbled the ball forward a few steps, stood under the basket, and threw the ball exaggeratedly. The basketball trembled around the border several times, and finally fell into the basket. Casper made no secret of his happiness, he turned around, stared straight at Wen Ye, and raised his eyebrows at him.

Wen Ye lifted the hem of his clothes and fanned it. The white T-shirt inside was stained with sweat and stuck to his waist, but Wen Ye didn't seem to care. He looked at Casper with a smile, and then praised him for being amazing.Probably because of Wen Ye's praise, Casper became more active. He asked Wen Ye to pass the ball to him, and then shot in various weird postures. Although the movements were not very good-looking, they all scored smoothly.Wen Ye was standing not far away smiling, his face was sweating, and his brows and eyes were covered with translucent moisture. Song Yuan liked this kind of Wen Ye, but he didn't like himself in such a mess.

Song Yuan's heartbeat suddenly went too fast.

When it was halftime, Song Yuan was surrounded by other people. Some people offered him water and others cigarettes. It was not impossible for Song Yuan to handle such a scene, but at this moment, he suddenly lost the patience to deal with it.Through the slowly flowing air, Song Yuan looked at Wen Ye standing in the sky, and suddenly realized that his life had begun to be rearranged, deviated from the expected track, and the beginning, succession, and transition became blurred.

The chattering voices of the people behind were not too loud, and the sentences were intermittent, but Song Yuan still caught the key words of their chatting about Wenye and Casper, such as tacit understanding, a good match, and two good people seem to be one person.Wen Ye in the distance couldn't hear all this. He seemed to be teaching Casper to shoot. Casper stepped back a few steps while listening, raised his hand, and shot a beautiful three-pointer.

The gradually accumulated irritability and panic occupied every nerve in the brain. Song Yuan picked up the spare ball on the chair, as if venting, and threw it towards the basket with all his strength.The ball is fast, and after hitting the edge of the basket accurately, it bounces quickly to another angle.Because everything happened so fast, by the time Song Yuan came back to his senses, Casper had already fallen to the ground covering his face.

The basketball rolled to the side, hit the lamp post, and then stopped. The people who were standing on the side ran towards where Casper fell. Only he, the "perpetrator", stood still.

The roar of the train running over the rails in the distance was very loud, mixed with sporadic exclamations. Song Yuan heard someone shouting "Bleeding", and he wanted to go over to have a look, but his whole body seemed to be nailed to the original place. On the ground, even breathing began to be difficult.Amidst the noise, Casper, who was surrounded in the middle, stood up, and the crowd gradually dispersed. Song Yuan saw Wen Ye who was holding Casper.

Wen Ye's face was not very good-looking, he frowned, and said to the people next to him in a cold voice: "Drive, go to the hospital." Casper's hand was still covering his face, and Song Yuan could vaguely see the blood on the tip of his golden hair , dazzling red.The senses seemed to be back in place, Song Yuan moved and took a step forward, Wen Ye seemed to sense it, and turned his head to give him a deep look.

It is no longer indifferent, but it contains more things that suffocate Song Yuan, such as disappointment.

"It was an accident, I didn't do it on purpose." Song Yuan's voice was hoarse and his lips were peeling. He paused for a moment, and then repeated word by word: "It really wasn't on purpose."

The wind was very cold, Wen Ye stood less than seven steps away from him, and looked at him.The people around were more or less aware of Song Yuan's collapsed emotions, Wen Ye turned his head, and carefully moved Casper's arm to Xie Mingxuan's shoulder: "Go ahead first, I'll be right there."

The basketball court quickly became quiet, Wen Ye stood in front of him again, but not too close, the two kept a polite distance that made Song Yuan feel flustered.

Song Yuan's throat tightened, he took a deep breath and said, "I just wanted to throw the ball, I didn't hit him on purpose."

"Really." Song Yuan finally looked up to Wen Ye's eyes, and said to those dark eyes, "You trust me."

Wen Ye seemed to think for a long time before he whispered to Song Yuan: "Is it important whether I believe you or not?"

Song Yuan didn't speak, he still looked into Wen Ye's eyes stubbornly, clenched his hand hanging by his side, his nails dug into the flesh of his palm.The heartbeat and breathing became faster, but the option that came to us was not a heartbeat, and the pink trick created by Song Yuan shone with painful colors.

"You don't need to explain to me." Wen Ye said to him.

"You just need to apologize to Casper." Wen Ye's voice didn't fluctuate, he lowered his eyes, and the frequency of blinking slowed down, "You are the one who made the mistake, why don't you ever apologize."

"People have to abide by the rules." Wen Ye looked at Song Yuan, and then said to him: "Song Yuan, you can't keep breaking the rules."

Wen Ye has never lost his temper with him, he is always happy and enthusiastic, these put Song Yuan in a very absurd colorful hallucination, making Song Yuan feel that Wen Ye will forgive him endlessly.He hadn't grown much for so many years, and since he threw away that candy wrapper in order to gain the upper hand, he has become a mess.

Wen Ye left, Song Yuan was still standing there, the light was so bright that even the floating dust in the air could be seen clearly.It looked like it was going to rain again, the wind was picking up, and there were scattered raindrops on my shoulders, but none of that mattered.Song Yuan tried his best to recall Wen Ye's expression when he still liked him, but his thoughts were confused and he couldn't remember anything.

It seems like a long time ago that Wen Ye fell in love with Song Yuan.