Counterfeit

Song Yuan got on the flight back to Qiancheng in the early morning. On the viaduct to the airport, he sent a text message to Wen Ye. The content of the message was not complicated, adding up to dozens of words, but it seemed to be better than every picture he had ever made. The papers are difficult, because there is no fixed correct formula, he will answer wrong.

The neon lights on the viaduct poured into the car through the car window. Song Yuan sat behind the car holding his mobile phone, staring at the colorful light spots on the screen in a daze. The car drove into the tunnel. Song Yuan came back to his senses. Ye Ye sent three messages in a row.Putting down the phone, Song Yuan realized that his palms were covered with sweat. He looked sideways at the darkened phone screen, his heart was beating very hard, and he felt nervous.

Such emotions continued all the way to the airport hall. When he arrived, it was close to the departure time, and he boarded the plane without waiting too long in the waiting room.Because the ticket was booked too hastily, the business class was sold out, but Shen Feng still bought him a seat by the window.The seat was not too spacious, Song Yuan sat down on the seat, lowered his head and pressed the phone in his hand.

It was a clean dark wallpaper, Wen Ye didn't reply him, Song Yuan heaved a sigh of relief, he leaned his head on the porthole, and comforted himself that it was a good thing that Wen Ye didn't say anything directly.The cabin soon began to broadcast before takeoff. The flight attendant walked up to him, leaned slightly and smiled and said, "Sir, please fasten your seat belt."

Song Yuan was stunned for a moment, the back of his hand touched the cold buckle, he lowered his head and fastened the seat belt.He did not do well. Everything that happened from the beginning to the end was accusing him of being indifferent, selfish, and smart.The plane began to taxi, and the roar of the engine sounded like gongs and drums in his ears. Song Yuan turned on the phone again, and sent another text message to Wen Ye a second before it was turned off.

Even if it was a red-eye flight, Song Yuan couldn't fall asleep during the nearly three-hour flight. In the first two hours, he thought about how to deal with his difficult uncle in the sporadic gaps of missing Wen Ye. In the last few 10 minutes , using a tablet computer to write a plan that is not very smooth.

There were not many people in the arrival hall at [-] o'clock in the morning. Through the glass automatic door, Shen Feng saw her boss at a glance, a person who never wore the same clothes for a week, and now he was still wearing the camel-colored overcoat he wore the day he left.Walking out of the automatic door, Shen Feng went up to meet her, and Song Yuan handed her the tablet.

"Sort up the plans inside and send them to all shareholders." Song Yuan said as he walked out, "Before the morning meeting."

Shen Feng glanced at Song Yuan's heavy dark circles, thought for a while and asked: "Do you still want to attend today's morning meeting? You can adjust the time..."

"No need." Song Yuan didn't have any expression on his face. He stood in front of the elevator and said in a low voice, "There are more important things to do."

Shen Feng stood aside holding the tablet and nodded.

On the way to the company, Shen Feng sent out the organized plan, and the plan was scrolled to the bottom. Shen Feng saw a photo posted in the appendix, which looked like a screenshot of an encyclopedia downloaded from the Internet. Vague.Shen Feng was stunned for a moment, the beautiful eyebrows of the man in the photo gradually coincided with the person in his memory, it was the man who secretly lowered his head and kissed the boss that night.

Shen Feng subconsciously looked at the rearview mirror. Song Yuan who was sitting in the back was exhausted, but still holding the phone stubbornly.Shen Feng withdrew his gaze, swiped the interface to the top again, turned off the tablet and put it aside.

The meeting went more smoothly than expected. Song Yuan's offer was more attractive than Song Cheng's. Song Cheng's not-so-solid team quickly disintegrated. Song Cheng's patience disappeared. When the meeting was finally adjourned, All kinds of ugly words popped out, and the pen in his hand was slapped heavily on the table.

Song Yuan smiled nonchalantly, leaning against the back of the chair, sitting upright.

When the last person walked out of the meeting room, Song Yuan rested on the back of the chair, Shen Feng pushed the door in, she said a few words, Song Yuan was a little dazed, he frowned, and signaled Shen Feng to say it again.

"Mr. Wen Yishan called, and I hope you will come over for lunch." Shen Feng said.

Song Yuan didn't answer right away. He picked up the teacup at hand and blew away the tea leaves on the water, but he didn't drink it. He stared at the sporadic green in the cup and asked Shen Feng: "Is there any new information?"

"No." Looking at the pale Song Yuan, Shen Feng suddenly felt that the boss who was two years younger than her was a bit pitiful, and she added in a very soft voice: "Someone hasn't woken up at this time."

Hearing the comfort in the words, Song Yuan twitched the corners of his mouth, smiling a little forcedly.

"Then do you want to go there at noon?" Shen Feng put Song Yuan's mobile phone on the table, "Let's go back and have a rest first."

Song Yuan stretched out his hand and tapped the phone, the screen lit up, but there was no new information, until the screen went dark again, Song Yuan stood up and said, "Go."

Passing through the small garden at the front door of the Wen family's old house, Song Yuan stopped in front of the gate. He didn't come for so long that he even forgot the location of the doorbell.He stood in front of the door for a while, and was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, when the door suddenly opened from the inside.

Wen Shu stood inside, wearing a light gray shirt. He looked at Song Yuan, paused for a while and said, "I just saw you coming from the window on the second floor." Song Yuan nodded, thanked him in a low voice, and turned sideways to walk away. When he went in, he moved very carefully, not even touching the hem of his clothes.Hearing the voice, Wen Yishan came out of the study on crutches. He was wearing a black Chinese tunic suit, and he called him Xiao Yuan while laughing.

"Uncle, why doesn't he look old at all?" Song Yuan walked over, supported Wen Yishan, and said with a smile.

"Where you are not old, your hair is all gray!" Probably because the two sons can't say flattery words, Wen Yishan narrowed his smiling eyes into a line when he heard Song Yuan say this.Song Yuan has been doing business with elderly people all the year round, and the flattering thing came up as soon as he opened his mouth, which made Wen Yishan laugh non-stop, and the crutch in his hand knocked on the floor from time to time.

"The mahogany floor can't stand your knocking every day!" The woman came out of the kitchen with a casserole, and Song Yuan smiled and called auntie.

"Why do you feel that Xiao Yuan has grown up?" Gao Lan walked over, she looked at Song Yuan, and asked Wen Shu who was standing behind: "Do you think Xiao Yuan is a little taller than before?"

"I'm too old. It's fine if I don't gain weight." Song Yuan didn't want to hear Wen Shu's evaluation of him. He walked towards the dining table while supporting Wen Yishan, and Wen Shu followed behind him very slowly.The nanny was still preparing the tableware. Song Yuan stood aside and saw the antique camera on the shelf.

"Bought it from Italy." Wen Shu said suddenly, "The film is out of stock, and the inside is the last half roll, and the effect of the finished film is very special." Looking from the camera to Song Yuan's face, Wen Shu asked very casually: "Shall I take a picture of you?"

"No need." Song Yuan quickly refused. He looked at Wen Shu and said, "I don't like taking pictures." Perhaps this was the first time he refused Wen Shu, and Wen Shu slightly raised his eyebrows.

But Wen Yishan suddenly became interested. He asked the nanny to take a photo of the four of them. Song Yuan was reluctant, but it was useless to push him a few times, and finally he just stood there and took a photo.

The dishes were served quickly, Wen Shu sat across from Song Yuan, Gao Lan served Song Yuan a bowl of soup first, he lowered his head and took a sip, smiling and saying it was delicious.Probably because they knew about his cooperation with Wen Ye, Wen Yishan and Gao Lan seemed a little too enthusiastic, the dishes on the plate were piled up high, and all the topics revolved around him.

"Why isn't Xiao Yuan looking for a girlfriend?" Gao Lan served him another bowl of soup, and the jade bracelet in his hand touched the edge of the bowl, making a crisp sound. "Don't be too high-sighted, as long as you have a good character and good looks."

Before Song Yuan could nod his head, Wen Yishan, who was sitting in the main seat, took up the conversation: "Don't learn from that incompetent member of my family, look for some messed up actress." This incompetent person was obviously talking about Wen Ye, But Wen Ye never found an actress, the only time he mentioned his girlfriend was in Wen Shu's car, when Lu Keying and Wen Shu were both there.

Song Yuan put down the spoon, smiled and said, "He didn't find an actress—"

"——You don't need to speak for him, I know what he is like best." Wen Yishan glanced at Gao Lan, and said in a somewhat aggressive tone, "If you don't do business every day, you will know that you will hinder the family!"

"I didn't study hard when I was in school, and I didn't do a good job at work. I haven't finished a project yet, and now I have to go to Dongshan to build a charity hospital?"

"If only he had heard half of it, I wouldn't worry so much!"

Wen Yishan's speech became faster and faster. He threw the chopsticks on the table and tugged on his collar impatiently.

"It's just a few words back and forth every day." Gao Lan sighed, "I wasn't the only one who asked for the second child at the time, didn't you agree? Why don't you blame me for not teaching it well now!"

According to Gao Lan and Wen Yishan, Wen Ye is a failed work. They question each other, for fear of leaving a stain on their magnificent life.And Wen Shu quietly cut the lamb chops in front of him, not caring about his parents' accusations and slanders against his younger brother.Song Yuan doesn't believe in religion, but this is the first time, he thanked God in his heart, even with such parents and brothers, Wen Ye grew up well and became a good person.

Song Yuan put down the spoon in his hand, raised his head, and said to Wen Yishan: "Have you ever asked Wenye what he wants to do? Although I'm not very good at saying that, as a father, you are not too partial Why do you always only ask your brother what he wants to do, but not your younger brother?"

"It was you who pushed these things to him that he didn't want."

The room became very quiet. He had never spoken to Wen Yishan in such a barbed tone. Seeing the man's darkened face, Song Yuan knew that he shouldn't continue talking, but sometimes, being impulsive is also worthwhile.

Song Yuan stood up, he smiled, and said softly: "I don't think Wen Ye is any worse, even compared with everyone in this room, he is the best one."