Counterfeit

Since the beginning of winter, there has not been a single snowfall in Qiancheng, and unfounded snow warnings are posted on the Internet every day. For example, when the sky turns white, it will snow.Song Yuan stood in the courtyard of the atrium, staring at the sky in a daze. The dark brown sparrow landed on the roof, stopped for a while and then flew away.

"My dad won't say those things about the family in front of outsiders." Wen Shu stood beside Song Yuan at some point, and handed him the cup in his hand, "He treats you like a family member."

Song Yuan glanced down at the steaming coffee, then shook his head, and said, "I don't like vanilla latte." Wen Shu didn't seem to care much, he withdrew his hand, lowered his head and took a sip of coffee, after a while After a while, he said: "This seems to be the second time you have rejected me today."

The nanny behind him was cleaning up the dishes, and the dishes collided with each other making a moderate noise. Song Yuan turned his head and found that Wen Shu was also looking at him. The two of them were not standing too close, and their eyes met.Perhaps it was because Song Yuan only cared about his own blushing and heartbeat every time they met before. It has been a long time since Song Yuan took a close look at Wen Shu's face. In fact, Wen Ye is not that similar to him, Wen Ye is just Wen Ye.

Song Yuan smiled and said, "Then you have to get used to it early, and there should be many more times in the future."

The two of them just stood there, Wen Shu drank coffee one after another, until he heard the sound of the kitchen door closing, Song Yuan asked him: "Why didn't you see Lu Keying?"

Wen Shu murmured, and wiped off the milky white foam on the rim of the cup with his index finger: "She usually doesn't come to eat at home."

The sound of running water in the kitchen came through the door. Song Yuan looked at Wen Shu who had no expression on his face, and remembered the first time he and Wen Shu had dinner. The liver was cut into a size that could be eaten, and the movements were meticulous and appropriate, as if it would never go wrong. Although he didn't like foie gras, at that time, Song Yuan subconsciously defined these as tenderness.

"Aren't you going to ask how your brother is doing?" Song Yuan raised his eyes, staring at a small piece of particularly white cloud in the sky, and said calmly, "You haven't seen each other for several months." Wen Shu put the cup in his hand Going to the flower stand next to him, he followed Song Yuan's words and asked about Wen Ye's recent situation. Hearing Wen Shu's not-so-attentive tone, Song Yuan suddenly wanted to laugh.

But in fact, Song Yuan did laugh. Wen Shu turned his head to look at him, paused for a while before asking, "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing." Song Yuan gathered up his coat, "I just think your family is ridiculous except for Wen Ye." Wen Shu didn't answer. The warm light fell on the air.

"You didn't seem to talk like that before." Wen Shu said to Song Yuan.

"Really." Song Yuan turned his head and smiled at Wen Shu, "I used to pretend to please you." Wen Shu also smiled, but the smile lasted for a short time, but now, Song Yuan is no longer Then try to figure out the meaning of Wen Shu's smile appearing and disappearing.

Wen Yishan and Gao Lan were probably really angry with Song Yuan, and they didn't intend to come out of the bedroom until he was about to leave.Wen Shu sent Song Yuan to the gate of the courtyard. Song Yuan looked at the black car parked not far away, took two steps forward and then turned around. Wen Shu was still standing there.

"Be nice to Lu Keying." Song Yuan said to him, "She really likes you."

Song Yuan and Lu Keying didn't get along very well. The first time they met at school, Song Yuan hated Lu Keying's pretentiousness, and Lu Keying hated his scheming.Maybe personality flaws are annoying, but love is clean and equal. You will not be superior to others just because you accumulate money, and you will not be cast aside because of recklessness and ignorance. There is no prerequisite for loving each other, only luck.

Lu Keying was not lucky, because Wen Shu was still on the shore, and she was the only one who fell in love.Wen Shu looked at him with a very strange look, Song Yuan didn't care if Wen Shu understood, he turned around, opened the door and got in the car.The smell of woody incense in the compartment was a bit strong, Song Yuan opened the window halfway, and the cold wind poured in mercilessly.

After a pause, Shen Feng looked at him in the rearview mirror: "President Song, shall we take you home now?"

Song Yuan shook his head, sat up straighter, closed the window again, and said, "Go to grandma."

Shen Feng was taken aback for a moment, but she quickly adjusted: "It's not time yet, should I call first—"

"No need." Song Yuan quickly refused, he fastened his seat belt, and looked at Shen Feng in the rearview mirror.

When Song Yuan returned to the old house, Li Yiman was sitting in a wheelchair watering the flowers. Her seldom protected skin made her look older than her actual age. She wore a string of light champagne pearl necklaces on her chest. It is full and exudes a rich and soft arc.Hearing the sound, Li Yiman took off his reading glasses and looked at him.

"Why are you here at this time?" When Li Yiman saw Song Yuan, the expression on Li Yiman's face was a little unnatural, but she quickly laughed, and the wrinkles dispelled the anxiety in her eyes.

Song Yuan took off his coat and threw it on the chair casually. He walked over with a smile, lowered his head to look at the rose planted by Li Yiman, and said, "I just passed by today, so I wanted to take a look."

"I'm an old woman, what's there to see." Li Yiman smiled and raised his hand to get the teapot on the table. The aunt next to him wanted to help, but Li Yiman waved his hand and refused.When people get older, many things seem incapable of doing things, such as an unsteady wrist when pouring tea, and tea overflowing from the rim of the cup due to poor grasp of strength.

Water spilled on the table and dripped on the floor, Li Yiman looked a little embarrassed, Song Yuan smiled and leaned over, his lips pressed against the rim of the cup, and took a big sip of the overflowing black tea.Because the sound of drinking water was loud, Li Yiman laughed. She patted Song Yuan on the back lightly to remind him not to be scalded. Song Yuan wiped off the water stains on the cup and the table, holding Sitting next to Li Yiman, the cup smiled and said it was all right.

Most of the time the two of them were together was silent. Song Yuan accompanied Li Yiman to turn over the soil in the flowerpot, and planted another Clivia that was just delivered. Li Yiman stooped and fiddled with it The soil, the soil is very wet and has a very weird softness to the touch.After planting Clivia, Song Yuan pushed Li Yiman to the window of the dining room, which was the sunniest place in the whole house.

Li Yiman asked her aunt to make black tea again, and picked the reddest apple from the fruit plate and handed it to Song Yuan. Song Yuan took it, but didn't eat it.

The bright light made the floating dust in the air obvious. Li Yiman sat for a while, and said to him as if he suddenly remembered something: "By the way, the photo sent by your parents arrived last month. I didn't have time to give it to you." She turned the direction of the wheelchair, took out an envelope from the chest of drawers behind her, and put it on Song Yuan's lap.

The envelope is not too thick, and there are more than a dozen photos in it, including the small rainbow mountain with clear boundaries, the pink ice lake, and a large area of ​​beautiful lilies, as if in Peru.Song Yuan turned to the back of the photo, and wrote his parents' names with a ballpoint pen in the lower right corner, in neat handwriting.

Song Yuan put the photo back into the envelope. He picked up the teacup and blew on the tiny tea leaves floating on the water with his eyes down.After a pause, Song Yuan raised his head, met Li Yiman's eyes, smiled and said to her, "Grandma, take me to see them."

Li Yiman's hand holding the teacup trembled a little. She lowered her head, took a sip of black tea, and put down the cup, as if she didn't hear Song Yuan's words, she said to herself: "Today the kitchen made a new taro." Su, when you leave, take some back—”

Song Yuan was pressing on the armrest of the wheelchair. He looked at Li Yiman, smiled and stretched out his hand, and put his palm on the back of Li Yiman's dry hand. He gently held her fingers, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Their round-the-world journey should end. gone."

"I'm going to buy flowers, grandma and I will go together and see them."

About the reason why he likes Wenshu, he only told Chen Kaixi half of it that day. Ten minutes before meeting Wenshu, he saw a live news of a serial car accident on TV.Thirteen vehicles rear-ended in a row in the dense fog, and the black Mercedes in the middle caught fire.Song Yuan turned off the TV. He came to the yard with the football in his arms, stared at the evenly distributed black and white blocks on the football, stared blankly for a while, put the ball on the ground, and kicked it vigorously with a blank mind.

Then he kicked the glass next door, and the boy came out, gave him the ball back, let him go, laughed and told him to run.For the next few days, Song Yuan didn't meet that boy, and when he met again, the vacation was over.But the boy may have forgotten him, Song Yuan greeted him, he obviously paused, although not very enthusiastic, the boy still nodded to him very politely, and then said to him: "Hello."

It was the accumulation of irresponsible emotions. He locked all the sensory cells in a box and buried them in that hot and dry summer. He devoted himself to Wen Shu, hoping to be loved, but he failed.Maybe it was too late, but now he can accept his deviation, allow himself to make mistakes, no longer take profit and success as the first goal, no longer obsessed with the boy who threw the ball at him that summer, no longer obsessed with glass Debris, the sun, the football, and that car accident.

As long as Wen Ye is still willing, he wants to give Wen Ye a lot of love.