Counterfeit

The road extending from the basketball court to the outside is flat and straight, and there are deep and shallow footprints on the newly paved asphalt floor. The cans thrown on the side of the road were blown by the wind and made fragmentary noises. Wen Ye looked at the cans rolled to his feet. , bent down and picked it up.

A drop of rain fell on Wen Ye's eyelids, he blinked, the drops of water fell down the eyelashes, the cold temperature still remained on the skin, it was raining, it was a rainy day neither Song Yuan nor he liked.Wen Ye stood for a while, then turned around, his eyes fell on Song Yuan through the dark green grid.

When he found Song Yuan with his head down, Wen Ye felt fortunate instead. The inner part of his wrist was aching. It may be that the wound was pulled when he was playing. Own.

The gradually dense raindrops made Wen Ye wake up a little bit. The can was sunken in his hand, and the rain was getting bigger and bigger, but the people standing on the side of the court didn't seem to notice it. They just stared at the green plastic ground in a daze, covered in The body under the coat looks a little thin.

Wen Ye turned around and walked forward, the raindrops were getting bigger and bigger, a few drops hit the back of his neck and slid down his spine, the coolness soon spread to his limbs and bones.Walking all the way to the duty room at the end, the person sitting inside was looking at his mobile phone with his back bent, and his sharp laughter was mixed in the rain.

Wen Ye raised his hand and knocked twice on the glass of the duty room. The people inside turned their heads and stood up immediately upon seeing Wen Ye.

The black hair on his forehead was already wet, Wen Ye didn't care too much, he pushed the wet hair back, and asked in a low voice, "Excuse me, do you have an umbrella?"

The person inside quickly took out the umbrella from the drawer, handed it to Wen Ye through the window, and said with a smile: "That's all, if Mr. Wen doesn't mind taking it away, just take it away and use it." Wen Ye looked down, But he didn't answer, he paused for a while, and then said: "Could I trouble you to send the umbrella to the stadium."

"Someone is still standing in the rain stupidly." Wen Ye's tone was very soft, and the ending sound fell into the sound of the rain and quickly disappeared.The man glanced at Wen Ye, and subconsciously wanted to say, aren't you also standing in the rain stupidly, but he just responded with a smile, came out from inside, and held up the umbrella.Wen Ye took a few steps back, nodded at him, turned around and continued walking outside without looking back.

When Wen Ye arrived at the hospital, the water stains on his body had been almost completely dried by the air conditioner in the carriage, but the rain had no intention of stopping.Before walking into the elevator of the hospital, Wen Ye thought of Song Yuan again. He hoped that Song Yuan had already got the umbrella, and he would not be like when he was a child, who stubbornly waited for the rain to stop in the convenience store because he didn't like the color of the umbrella.

The elevator stopped on the fifth floor, Wen Ye looked at the message from Xie Mingxuan, walked through the long and empty corridor, and pushed open the door on the left at the end.The smell of disinfectant in the room was a bit pungent, and Casper lay flat on the bed, holding an ice pack in his hand.Wen Ye walked over and picked up the medical records hanging on the wall. Casper heard the movement and opened one eye.

"Fortunately, the bridge of the nose is not broken." Wen Ye sat down beside the hospital bed, glanced at the ice pack in Casper's hand, and then said, "It will take a while for the swelling to go down." Casper's right eye was swollen badly, and it seemed a little bit wide open. With difficulty, he glanced at Wen Ye, raised his hand and put the ice pack on the bridge of his nose.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the room was set a bit high, Wen Ye rolled up his cuffs twice, and after a pause, he said, "I apologize to you on behalf of Song Yuan."

Hearing Wen Ye's words, Casper tilted his head and stared at Wen Ye with his normal eye, Wen Ye also raised his head and looked at him: "But he must not have done it on purpose."

"If it was intentional, he wouldn't be able to cast so accurately." Wen Ye's voice was steady, but his tone softened unconsciously.

Casper took off the ice pack, sat up on the bed with his hands on his hands, looked at Wen Ye for a while, and asked him, "Song is the champion, right?"

With little hesitation or pause, Wen Ye nodded and said yes.

"I'm such an idiot!" Casper held his nose, feeling that his newly healed capillaries were about to burst again, he put an ice pack on his face, and said quickly, "I'm still going to declare war on Song like a fool , Said that I will beat him, my brain is really wrong!" Wen Ye didn't answer, he picked up the kettle and poured some water into the glass, but he didn't serve it to the patient lying on the bed.

Casper chanted in a mixture of Chinese and English for a while, then suddenly raised his voice a bit, and said maliciously: "I don't think you are suitable, Song's character doesn't match you."

But Wen Ye didn't seem to be affected at all. When the water was poured just now, it spilled a little. It’s not easy to fall in love.”

"So you really don't think about me? I promise you will be very happy." Casper couldn't help asking again.

"I don't think about it." Wen Ye refused decisively. He looked at Casper again, and said in a very relaxed tone: "I like him for much longer than you think."

Casper didn't speak. He actually couldn't understand this kind of feeling. In his heart, every love has a peak. After that point, all love will start to go downhill. That person no longer shines in your eyes and becomes An ordinary person who can no longer be ordinary, then love will die at that second.

The heat coming out of the glass was less, Wen Ye touched the wall of the glass to confirm the temperature, and handed the water glass to Casper. Casper took a sip, and he watched Wen Ye go to the window, opened the window a little, and the rain that was blown by the wind fell on him, and most of his clothes were soon wet.

Casper looked at Wen Ye's back, waited for a while, and said, "Then why aren't you with Song? He seems to like you too."

Wen Ye didn't answer right away, he stood for a while before closing the window, turned around, leaned against the window sill behind him and said thoughtlessly, "Do you know the light that shines back, the ephemeral magnificence of old things before they perish."

"It's a bit embarrassing to say it, but I'm really scared." Wen Ye lowered his head and smiled, and sighed with some emotion, "I don't want to be left behind again." The blue sky that had rained was like an illusion, and Casper didn't He understood what Wen Ye said too well, but Wen Ye just stood there, and he also felt the sadness of Wen Ye's incompatibility.

Casper drank the water in the glass in one breath, pulled his shoes and stood up. He clutched the ice pack and said, "Okay, I give up." In fact, it can't be called giving up, because from the very beginning, Wen Ye didn't give him the entry into the game. Tickets, thinking of this, Casper also sighed.Perhaps because he had seen too much of the mess of failed love, Casper's tone became sincere.

"Then good luck to you and Song."

Wen Ye smiled, took out the cigarette case in his pocket, and said as he walked out, "I'm going outside to smoke a cigarette."

Casper's injury was unexpected, and the meeting originally scheduled for the evening was cancelled. Casper leaned on the mirror to observe whether his face could continue to be ostentatious in the future, and before he had even glanced at it, the doorbell rang.

Before opening the door, Casper glanced at the watch on the wall. At nine forty in the evening, everyone in the company knew that he was injured, and no one should have come to him at this point.

Casper opened the door, and a huge white plastic bag was suddenly stuffed into his arms. The weight of the bag was beyond imagination. Casper took two steps back. He raised his head and saw Song Yuan standing straight at the door.

"There are various anti-swelling medicines in the bag, as well as sealed pumpkin porridge. Drink one bag every morning and evening, and the swelling will disappear soon." Song Yuan's speech was a little fast, but he still explained every detail in it carefully. After talking a lot about how to use the medicine, Song Yuan stopped, took his hand out of his coat pocket, and said to him, "Although it wasn't intentional, I'm sorry to hit you with the ball."

Probably never expressed apology on his own initiative before, Song Yuan's tone was a little stiff, but his attitude was sincere.The apology came so suddenly, Casper felt the bag in his arms getting heavier, he froze for a moment before saying, "Oh, it's okay—"

"You asked me last time." Song Yuan's calm voice quickly brought Casper back to reality, and he said to Casper, "I won't lose."

Casper froze for a moment. He suddenly remembered that he searched for Song Yuan’s name on the Internet this afternoon. Most of the search terms were various awards he had won. He clicked on one, and there was a photo at the bottom of the news. Among men and women, Song Yuan was the most conspicuous one, standing straight and confident.

At that time, he seemed to understand why Wen Ye liked Song Yuan who didn't look soft or interesting.

"That's it." Song Yuan took two steps back, "I wish you a speedy recovery."

At night, Wen Ye had a dream, but when he opened his eyes, the beginning and end of the dream became blurred.The screen of the mobile phone placed by the bed gave off a faint light. Wen Ye sat up, took the mobile phone, and looked down at the four unread messages on it.

The first three were at [-]:[-] in the morning, an hour ago.

[I'm going back to Qiancheng to deal with something, and I'll come back to you soon when I'm sober]

[I know I have no position to say this, but I still say it shamelessly]

[You wait for me, don't fall in love with others too quickly]

The time of the last one is just now, and the number of words is less than before.

[Bite you, there are many things before, sorry]