Counterfeit

The next day's weather forecast said that there would be heavy rain, but Wen Ye didn't have the habit of reading the weather forecast. He lay on the table and half-closed his eyes to look at the umbrellas brought by his classmates.

The girl in the front left should like pink very much. The pink umbrella surface has round polka dots, and the edge is a pink lace edge that is one degree lighter.The boy behind her probably didn't like his umbrella very much. He pushed the umbrella into the drawer with some force, and the four characters "Convenience Supermarket" on the umbrella became crumpled.

His sight was blocked suddenly, Wen Ye raised his head and saw Song Yuan standing upright in front of his desk.

"It's going to rain today, didn't you bring an umbrella?" Song Yuan's voice didn't fluctuate. After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and put a long-handled umbrella on his table, and then said, "Use this .”

Compared with the care and love among classmates, Song Yuan acted more like he had not rehearsed his own questions and answers. Wen Ye looked down and saw that the transparent umbrella surface was rolled neatly without any water stains on it.

"It seems that yesterday's art exhibition was very enjoyable." Wen Ye lowered his head and picked up his umbrella.

Song Yuan didn't answer, he watched Wen Ye put away the umbrella, and then said: "Thank you yesterday."

The cold wind from the air conditioner blew Wen Ye's hands very cold, and the texture of the transparent umbrella surface left a strange touch on his fingertips. He raised his head and smiled at Song Yuan: "Thank me for what? Thank me for not following yesterday Want to go to the art exhibition?"

According to Song Yuan in Wen Ye's understanding, he might ignore this question, or frown and tell him to shut up, or take the umbrella away again.

But nothing.

Song Yuan sat down on the seat, and then said softly to Wen Ye: Yes.

In the last class of high school, the teacher showed a movie in the class.All the lights are turned off, the curtains are drawn tightly, the projector is projected on the white curtain, the light is dim, and the picture quality of the movie looks rough and cheap.

The students in the class were very excited because of the upcoming liberation. Almost no one cared about the story told in the movie. Some of them lowered their heads and gathered together to discuss whether to go to ktv to sing for a while. examination paper.

Wen Ye's gaze circled around, and finally stopped on the back of Song Yuan's head directly in front of him.

Song Yuan still sat very well. From the back, the clothes looked a little loose, but the shoulder line was straight.Song Yuan was probably the only one who watched the movie seriously. He could keep his posture unchanged for a long time. Sometimes the classmate next to him spoke too loudly, so he would turn his head slightly and continue watching the movie.

While watching Song Yuan, Wen Ye picked up the fountain pen between his fingers, turned from his ring finger to his index finger, and then turned back in the opposite direction.

The tone of the movie becomes a bit ambiguous, with the mottled lips of a woman flashing across the screen, the blood-red tulle curtain, and the seemingly endless island.The person sitting directly in front suddenly lowered his head, revealing the shiny skin on the back of his neck.The rhythm of flipping back and forth between the fingers seemed to be interrupted, Wen Ye's hand trembled, the pen fell to the ground with a thud, and slid forward a long way along with the inertia.

After more than ten seconds, Wen Ye saw Song Yuan bent his back, picked up the pen that fell on the ground, and turned sideways.

"Your?" Song Yuan asked him with raised eyes, Wen Ye looked at Song Yuan's beautiful side face, his eyelashes looked very long under the unclear light.

When Song Yuan turned around and asked him, the men and women in the movie were kissing. They hid in the darkness, touching each other's cheeks and hair. After the reckless and forceful kiss, the silver threads on their lips still looked inseparable.

Wen Ye took the pen, and brushed Song Yuan's palm with his fingertips, it was icy cold.

One second before Song Yuan turned around, Wen Ye suddenly raised his hand and stretched it towards his shoulder. When there was still some distance from the touch, Song Yuan dodged.

"He has hair." Wen Ye smiled, his hands still hanging in the air.

Song Yuan turned his head to look sideways, but the light was too dim, so he couldn't find it.

Song Yuan and Wen Ye looked at each other, paused for a while, and leaned their shoulders towards Wen Ye.

Wen Ye tilted his head, and brushed Song Yuan's neckline with his hand.

"Did it fall?" Song Yuan's ending sound rose, which sounded like a whisper in his ear.

"Yeah." Wen Ye looked at him and said, "It's gone."

Song Yuan in high school seemed stubborn, rigid, and not easy to get close to, but every time he would bend down to help Wen Ye pick up the pen that fell on the ground, and then said coldly: This is the last time.

But their relationship was nothing more than that, until he met Song Yuan in the bar that day, he was wearing a dark green T-shirt, which made his skin white and shiny.

Song Yuan walked across the crowded dance floor, walked to him, drank half of the vodka left in front of him, then grabbed his wrist, and walked to the back door.

The iron gate cut off the deafening sound waves in the bar, Wen Ye glanced at Song Yuan's finger on his wrist, it was as white as cream.

Song Yuan asked him: "I heard that you were kicked out by your family."

Wen Ye looked away and said yes in a low voice.Because of the candy in his mouth, his words seemed a little unclear, and the hard fruit candy in his mouth bulged out on his cheeks, "It's miserable."

Song Yuan approached him, took out a card from his pocket, and stuffed it into Wen Ye's belt.

"Come with me." Song Yuan said to him.

Green moss grew in the gaps between the wall bricks, and the water from the air-conditioning box on the high place dripped down, drenching the entire wall.

Wen Ye bit the fruit candy in his mouth and said with a smile, "Okay."

"Aren't you going to ask me what I want you to do?" Song Yuan raised his head, his childish eyebrows looked indifferent.

"It doesn't matter." Wen Ye looked away from Song Yuan's red eyes, pinched the bank card on his fingertips, and shook it casually, "Just give enough."

"Then you, hug me now." Song Yuan's eyes were red like rabbits, and Wen Ye felt that those beautiful eyes seemed to shed tears soon, and they were out of control.

"Is it hard to do?" Song Yuan asked him again.

On that airy night, under some cheap and harsh lights, Wen Ye stretched his arms around Song Yuan's waist.He put his chin against Song Yuan's neck, and then told Song Yuan: "It's not difficult."

The two of them were so close that Song Yuan could smell the smell of peaches in Breath of the Wild.

"Do you know that Wen Shu doesn't like peaches?" Song Yuan asked him aloud, his breath made the small piece of air become hot.

"Really." Wen Ye put his arms around Song Yuan's waist, and continued after a while: "Doesn't he like it?"

"Well, he doesn't like it." Song Yuan said slowly.

At the back door of the bar, the two of them thought a lot.

For example, Song Yuan is thinking that he needs to make a list for Wen Ye, and he'd better not do those annoying things that he heard about in the future.Song Yuan had a hunch that the deal between him and Wen Ye would last for a long time.Because Wen Ye's acting skills are very good, when he looked down at him just now, the affection in his eyes could almost be mistaken for real.

For example, Wen Ye was thinking, Song Yuan smelled so good.