Counterfeit

The crystal lamp in the center of the lobby was very bright. Standing in place, Song Yuan realized for the first time that his heart could beat so fast, as if it was about to jump out of his body. Pull the suitcase to the elevator.The number above the elevator rose slowly, paused several times in the middle, and finally stopped at the 28th floor.

Song Yuan stood for a while, and pressed the up button of the elevator on the right. Maybe it was too late. The elevator didn't stop once before reaching the 28th floor. Maybe God finally took pity on him and allowed him to go to the field of knowledge and knowledge at the fastest speed.But standing at the door of the room, Song Yuan's mind went blank. He didn't know if he could accept the worst result if the door was opened.Maybe not, but just thinking about it, Song Yuan's internal organs seemed to be wrinkled into a ball, and he was about to die in pain.

He didn't knock, but the door opened by itself.

Casper, who was wearing a khaki sweater, was standing at the door, holding a towel in his hand, dripping wetly to the ground, he saw Song Yuan froze for a moment, paused for a while before saying: "Why are you here?" Casper's nose bridge Most of the swelling had disappeared, and he was slightly bluish, but it didn't seem to affect his beauty at all.

Song Yuan pushed the suitcase in his hand forward, looked at Casper, and said, "Wen Ye asked me to come to him." Song Yuan has been good at lying and sophistry since he was a child, but this is the first time he lied so much He was not straightforward, but Casper believed it easily. He stuffed the wet towel into Song Yuan's hand, took the coat, and stood in the corridor.

"Then I'll leave it to you." Casper put on his coat, looked at Song Yuan again, and said with a smile, "Be careful he spits on you." Casper turned and walked towards the elevator, and quickly disappeared into the corridor. Yuan pushed open the door and saw Wen Ye lying on the bed. He was still wearing a coat and his hair was a little messy.

Song Yuan took off Wen Ye's coat and shoes, wiped his face with a wet towel, and stood by the bed again for an indeterminate amount of time, as if obsessed, Song Yuan lay down next to Wen Ye.

The light in the room was very dim, and Song Yuan couldn't see clearly, so he moved cautiously towards Wen Ye.The hot breath fell on the side of Song Yuan's neck. It turned out that he only looked at the closed eyes and the corners of his lips, and his heartbeat would be so fast. Song Yuan thought so, stretched out his hand to Wenye, and touched it lightly with his fingertips. Wen Ye's eyelashes, Wen Ye didn't move.

Song Yuan was fascinated by Wen Ye, who was motionless, and recalled the night four months ago. There were soda water with unscrewed caps, flat-colored literary movies, peach hard candies, dry skin, and love.

"Wen Ye." Song Yuan called Wen Ye's name at a volume that only he could hear, his voice quickly melted into the night, he paused for a while, and then continued: "I'll sleep with you today, okay? "

"If you don't talk, I'll take it as if you agreed." Wen Ye slept deeply and breathed smoothly, giving Song Yuan an illusion that if Wen Ye opened his eyes, they would start to fall in love.

Fortunately, Song Yuan was already awake, he knew the harm he had brought to Wen Ye, so he didn't touch Wen Ye, but closed his eyes, and said to Wen Ye in a low voice: "Good night then."

This good night is more effective than all the brands of melatonin that I used to eat. The mattress beside me is slightly sunken. Sometimes Song Yuan will accidentally touch the back of Wen Ye's hand and touch Wen Ye's protruding veins and wrist bones. Yuan became greedy again, he stuffed his hand into Wen Ye's, as if he was really holding hands.

But the finger on the back of the hand suddenly moved, as if he had stepped on the edge of a cliff, and the sound of his heartbeat turned into ringing in his ears. In the darkness, Song Yuan opened his eyes and met Shang Wenye's bright eyes.Due to the effect of alcohol, Wen Ye's blinking speed became very slow, and there was a small piece of dry skin on the corner of his lips. He looked at Song Yuan quietly, and after a long pause, Wen Ye pursed his lips.

"Why are you dreaming again?" Wen Ye's voice was very low, but Song Yuan could still hear it clearly. He heard Wen Ye say to him: "Song Yuan, you are really difficult."

Wen Ye was probably very sleepy, and his heavy eyelids closed with the final sound of the last word. In the dimly lit room, Song Yuan saw the shadow of the rose relief cast on Wen Ye. It was very abrupt. Song Yuan thought of him and Wen Ye. When Ye was lying on a bed for the first time.That night seemed to have a very beautiful moon, Wen Ye lay beside him, held his hand, gently rubbing each knuckle of his fingers with his fingertips, the smile in his eyes was like a lake where people could drown.

Later, Wen Ye approached him and seemed to want to kiss his face, but he turned his head away and refused.Wen Ye didn't react extra, just lowered his eyes and smiled, then got into the quilt, whispered how sleepy he was, and then let go of his hand a little bit.

The greedy and despicable person has always been only himself, and the night is suitable for expressing his thoughts. Song Yuan finally admits that he is not worthy of Wenye. There will be many nights with a beautiful moon, but they will no longer belong to Song Yuan.

"I can't change it." Song Yuan looked at Wen Ye, pulled his hand out of Wen Ye's palm, and pulled up the quilt that Wen Ye had slid to his shoulders, "Although it's not fair to you, I will still do it in the future. So difficult."

The drowsiness came quickly, and a second before closing his eyes, Wen Ye's very dry lips flashed in Song Yuan's mind.According to the past, he must have taken advantage of the danger to kiss, but now he doesn't want to make people unhappy, so it's better to buy a lip balm. Song Yuan said it silently several times in his heart, hoping not to forget it tomorrow.

This sleep was more peaceful than Song Yuan imagined. When he woke up in the morning, he was the only one left on the bed.Song Yuan sat up from the bed, looked at the uneven sheets around him for a while, and confirmed that he was not dreaming last night.Song Yuan got out of bed, took out his mobile phone from his coat, and there was no other information except a few work report emails from Shen Feng.

Song Yuan stood barefoot on the somewhat cold floor, belatedly wondering if Wen Ye was very angry when he woke up and saw him lying beside him. In fact, he could know the answer by making a phone call, but Song Yuan put his phone away Put it back again.He took a shower in the bathroom in Wen Ye's room, used Wen Ye's shampoo, and when he was drying his hair, some long wet hair fell on his forehead, which made Song Yuan briefly hallucinate that Wen Ye was by his side.

Finding a set of clean clothes in the suitcase to change into, Song Yuan went downstairs and got the room card of 2812 smoothly.During check-in, Song Yuan saw Xie Mingxuan coming out of the elevator. When Xie Mingxuan saw Song Yuan, his footsteps stopped obviously. He walked over and organized his words: "Wen Ye is on a business trip."

Song Yuan said that he knew, and then the two fell into an awkward silence. Xie Mingxuan stood for a while, and when he was about to leave, Song Yuan suddenly stopped him.

"Do you know where there is a flower seller?" Song Yuan spoke seriously, with an inappropriate softness in his tone.Xie Mingxuan's parents both work in the government. He was used to seeing his parents winking and talking at the dinner table since he was a child. After a long time, he has no teacher.The subtext in Song Yuan's words is very obvious. He originally wanted to say that it is not appropriate to send flowers to men, but looking into Song Yuan's eyes, he paused, and then said: "There are two intersections to the east."

"If you want to buy imported flowers, you have to go to Haicheng Square." Song Yuan nodded, took the room card, and thanked Xie Mingxuan. It was almost a conditioned reflex. Xie Mingxuan waved his hands and said several times that it was okay.Song Yuan didn't speak. He had seen how Xie Mingxuan and others hooked up with Casper. He was not very likable after all.

Xie Mingxuan walked for a while before Song Yuan went upstairs. After putting away his luggage, he took a taxi to the hotel entrance.Haicheng Square is close to the sea, walking on the straight road, the air is very humid, passing through the tunnel, orange light flashed across the line of sight scatteredly, Song Yuan stayed in the car for a while, and arrived soon.

There are many flower shops in Haicheng Square, and the rich fragrance covers the saltiness of the waves. Song Yuan didn't walk for long before he saw white roses placed in the glass window.

Song Yuan walked in, and the clerk who greeted him hadn't spoken yet. Song Yuan raised his finger and pointed to the white roses in full bloom: "How many flowers do you have in your store?" The most likely sentence is to ask about the price, and this is the first time she has seen a customer who asked about the inventory first.She unconsciously raised her eyes to look at Song Yuan, and when she met Song Yuan's gaze, her face couldn't help but start to feel hot.

"Ah, this is the Polaris imported from Kenya. There should be some more in the store. How many do you want?" Song Yuan walked to the window, touched the petals with his hand, and paused for a while before saying, "999."

Because there was no answer, Song Yuan turned his head, looked at the girl in the dark apron, and asked again: "Is there any?"

Polaris is considered to be the most expensive variety of imported white roses. Flower shops usually don’t have a lot of stock. The clerk searched in the freezer for a long time, but finally found less than [-] roses. It also looks magnificent.Song Yuan looked at it for a while, raised his head, smiled and said: "Then I want these, please make them look better for me."

Song Yuan didn't smile often, but when his eyebrows and eyes were stretched, it was still eye-catching. The girl was stunned for a moment, then quickly lowered her head, and said well while continuing the conversation: "It seems that you are going to give your girlfriend away."

Song Yuan didn't explain the wrong gender in her words, but just said: "We're not together yet." The loneliness in Song Yuan's tone was obvious, and the girl Bao Hua's hand paused, before she smiled and said: "It's hard work, you send me so Pretty flowers, together is a matter of time."

Song Yuan also smiled, probably because he was in the sea of ​​flowers, his whole body looked very soft, he put a blooming rose in the middle of the bouquet, and whispered: "I hope."

So when Wen Ye returned to the hotel with his partner at night, the waiter at the front desk of the hotel stopped him and brought a large bouquet of white roses from under the table. The bouquet was huge and placed on the front desk table. He couldn't even see the face of the waiter after the flower.A box of heart-shaped chocolates and a vinyl record were placed on the table at the same time.

The meaning that the three-piece suit wanted to express was also very obvious. Mr. Chen who was standing aside smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Mr. Ah, there are people who have made such a big show of confession."

The people next to him also booed, loudly saying that he is very lucky, Wen Ye is so old, he has never received flowers, rose chocolates and vinyl records, he will give such a boring and serious thing, Wen Ye I can only think of Song Yuan.The phone in his pocket vibrated once or twice, it was a text message notification, Wen Ye clicked on it, it was from Song Yuan.

[I hope you are happy every day (I forgot to put a small card on the rose, it was written on the small card at that time)]