Counterfeit

Li Yiman has not been out of the house for a long time, and the leg muscles that have been relying on wheelchairs all year round are atrophied. Although she walked very slowly, Song Yuan patiently supported her and walked to the car step by step.Song Yuan put the folding wheelchair in the trunk and sat in the back row. Li Yiman glanced at him. Song Yuan smiled at him and reached out to hold the back of the old man's hand.

Shen Feng turned off the radio, sat quietly in front, and the car started quickly.In order to relieve Li Yiman's nervousness, Song Yuan told her about some company affairs, including the ongoing projects and future development directions. Li Yiman hadn't asked about the company's affairs for a long time, but now he still listened seriously .

"Where's your uncle?" Li Yiman spoke in a very soft voice, with caution that an old man shouldn't have.

Song Yuan smiled at her, understated Song Cheng's greed and making things difficult, and said to her: "Uncle is working on a foreign project recently, and it should be coming to an end soon."

Li Yiman looked at him, and the corners of her slack mouth twitched for a moment. She seemed to want to say something, but in the end she just clenched his hand tightly and said, "You did a good job."

Song Yuan didn't speak, he lowered his head and held Li Yiman's hand, suddenly felt that when people got old, their bones seemed fragile.I don't know when Li Yiman didn't allow him to make mistakes. Even if he made a mistake, he still had to bear it and couldn't admit it. There were many eyes staring at him, and he would be swallowed if he was not careful.

Song Yuan did what Li Yiman asked for.

When approaching the cemetery, there were more flower shops on the street, and a large area of ​​white chrysanthemums occupied the sight. The driver parked the car on the side of the road, Song Yuan opened the door, and turned to look at Li Yiman: "Grandma What flowers do you think are good to buy?"

Li Yiman paused for a while before saying: "White roses." She put her left hand on her knees and looked out the window, "They used white roses when they got married, your mother likes it."

Song Yuan and Shen Feng got out of the car, and when they came back, they held three large bouquets of white roses in their hands.Flowers were piled on the back seat, Song Yuan and Li Yiman sat a lot closer, Li Yiman patted his leg helplessly: "Why do you buy so many?"

"Didn't Mom like it?" Song Yuan stretched out his hand, touched the petals lightly and then retracted. He smiled and said, "If you like it, buy more." Li Yiman looked at Song Yuan for a while, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes , with a smile in his voice: "Your father is going to be jealous, why don't you buy something he likes."

"I'll buy it next time." Song Yuan leaned back, holding Li Yiman's arm, his voice relaxed: "Besides, Dad must be whatever Mom likes, so he likes whatever."

Soon after arriving at the cemetery, Song Yuan took off the wheelchair and left Shen Feng and the driver in the car. He hugged the flowers and pushed Li Yiman inside.The cemetery was close to the mountain, and the wind blowing on her body became colder, but Li Yiman didn't seem to care too much. Halfway through, she raised her finger and pointed to a big green pine not far away.Song Yuan pushed her over and saw the blue-gray tombstone next to the tree, with the names of Song Wenbai and Cheng Shuran engraved on it.

Song Yuan squatted on the bed, brushed the dust with his hand, and placed the rose on it.Looking at the black-and-white photos of men and women on the tombstone, Song Yuan had the urge to shed tears for a short while, just looking at Song Wenbai and Cheng Shuran who were smiling happily in the photos, unbounded sadness burst out of his brain.

"Bring Yuan Yuan to see you." Song Yuan heard Li Yiman's voice, hoarse but clear, "Am I right? Yuan Yuan still looks like Shu Ran."

Song Yuan lowered his head and smiled, at first he didn't know what to say, but seeing the woman's face in the photo, he leaned forward and whispered in his heart: I have someone I like, if I still have a chance, Bring him to see you, don't tell Dad yet.After saying this, Song Yuan stood up, patted the dirt on his knees, walked to Li Yiman, and said while pushing the wheelchair, "Let's go, I'll see you next time."

When pushing Li Yiman back, Song Yuan really wanted to call Wen Ye and ask him if he would like to visit his parents and see if he looked the most like Cheng Shuran, but he was not sure about Wen Ye Will you talk to him, because Wen Ye hasn't responded to his message yet.

After sending Li Yiman home, it was already dark, and the neon lights on the viaduct were lit up, giving a warm illusion in the lifeless night. Song Yuan checked his phone several times on the way, and finally he couldn't hold back the dial. He got on the phone, but quickly hung up a second before the beep sounded. Although he didn't want to admit it, he felt scared for no reason.

He hasn't figured out how to answer Wen Ye if he says he's in love with someone else.

After returning home, Song Yuan sat on the sofa. He copied the video he found on the old mobile phone that day and played it repeatedly on the projection screen.I don't know how many times it was broadcast, Song Yuan stood up and walked closer, a black shadow covered a small piece of the image, after a few seconds, the captured image shook a little, and then there was the sound of Wen Ye laughing,

The video continued to play, Song Yuan took out his mobile phone, stared at a string of numbers on the screen, and pressed dial.The heartbeat became faster and faster with the prompt tone. The next second when he thought he would not be connected, Song Yuan heard Wen Ye's voice, which coincided with the laughing boy's voice in the video.Song Yuan clenched his hands on the phone, the video in the projection was played again, and the background sound from Wen Ye was a bit noisy, as if he was outside.

Song Yuan subconsciously wanted to ask him if he was with Casper, but he swallowed the words, and he lost the position to question.After waiting for a long time, Wen Ye asked him first: "Is there something wrong?"

Song Yuan paused the video, sat on the carpet, nodded when he heard Wen Ye's words, and then said, "Yes." Wen Ye was silent again, as if he was waiting for him to speak, Song Yuan was afraid Wen Ye hung up the phone and said to himself: "I made a new plan today, and the shareholders of the company agreed without saying anything. I went to see my grandma in the afternoon, and the taro cakes made by her auntie were still delicious. It was pretty good, and then I bought white roses, which look better than the red ones—”

Wen Ye interrupted the remaining half of the sentence that he wanted Wen Ye to go to see his parents with him.

"——Song Yuan." Wen Ye called his name, the sound of closing the door cut off the noisy sound, and the background fell silent.

"I'm talking about things now, so I don't have time to listen to you." Wen Ye's voice seemed a little tired, but he didn't hang up the phone, and said, "Is there anything important?"

Song Yuan was stunned for a moment, his fingers resting on the carpet unconsciously buckled the fluff on the carpet, he quickly said to the phone that it was okay, Song Yuan stood up from the ground, walked aimlessly to the stairs, holding on to the railing , Said: "I'll go to you now." He said a declarative sentence, so it is not easy to be rejected.

After a pause of a few seconds, Song Yuan heard the sound of a lighter being turned on. Wen Ye remained silent. Song Yuan smiled, and continued in a brisk tone: "I will ask someone from the company to pick me up at the airport, and we will meet again tomorrow."

Wen Ye seemed to be distracted. After a while, Song Yuan heard him cough, and said, "I won't be in Xicheng tomorrow."

"It's okay." Song Yuan walked up a step and stopped again, "It's okay to meet again the day after tomorrow."

"Whatever you want." After Wen Ye finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Song Yuan stood on the stairs for a while before calling Shen Feng and asking her to book a ticket to Xicheng as soon as possible.Shen Feng on the other end of the phone paused obviously, but Song Yuan still heard the sound of her typing on the keyboard.

"The last flight is two hours away, but are you sure you want to fly? You haven't slept in almost thirty hours."

"Sleep over there." Song Yuan paused, and then said: "You don't need someone from the company to pick you up, I'll go do my own business."

Song Yuan got on the plane quickly, perhaps due to lack of sleep, his eardrums hurt a lot during the flight, and his throat was dry, but he was not in a bad mood at all.During the three-hour flight, Song Yuan came here with his eyes open. He didn't dare to close his eyes, fearing that he would wake up from his wishful dream after closing his eyes.

Until getting off the plane, Song Yuan dragged his suitcase and waited in line for a taxi. The line was very long and the speed was slow. After half an hour, Song Yuan finally got in the taxi.The smell in the car was terrible, with the lingering smell of smoke, Song Yuan lowered the window a little.The cold wind woke Song Yuan up a bit. When he was about to arrive at the hotel, Song Yuan couldn't help sending a message to Wen Ye, asking him if he had gone back. After a short pause, Wen Ye replied that he hadn't.

The taxi driver in the middle of the night always stepped on the gas pedal with all his strength, and the car quickly stopped in front of the hotel. Song Yuan pulled the suitcase and stood in front of the service desk. The hotel staff in uniform smiled at him apologetically: "I'm sorry, 28 There are no rooms on the first floor, but there are still rooms on the 30th floor, which is the presidential suite."

"Is there no one to check out on the 28th floor?" Song Yuan paused for a while and said, "If the guest next to 2803 wants to, I can pay the president's set money and change it with him."

"But it's too late now..." The woman glanced at the operating screen again, paused and said, "The guests of 2812 will check out at five in the morning, you can book this room."

"Is it far from 2803?"

"Not far, on the opposite side."

Song Yuan nodded, he took a mint from the glass plate, tore open the package and put it in his mouth, then smiled and said: "Then I will book this room, and I will check in directly after he checks out the room." Song Yuan pulled the suitcase to the sofa next to the lobby, the crystal lamp above his head was very bright, Song Yuan was not sleepy at all, there were more than four hours before check-in, if he was lucky, he might still meet Wen Ye.

He was indeed lucky enough. After 35 minutes, he saw Wen Ye coming in through the glass turnstile, and Casper who came in with him and had his arms around Wen Ye's shoulders.Wen Ye was probably really drunk, he lowered his head and didn't see Song Yuan who was standing next to the sofa with a suitcase.

Song Yuan called Wen Ye's name, but because of the distance, his voice was too low, no one heard him, and no one stopped.