Counterfeit

Wen Ye and Song Yuan entered a deserted coffee shop. When the door was pushed open, the shell wind chime hanging on it rang.When passing by the cash register, Wen Ye ordered a low-caused iced oatmeal latte, then turned around and asked Song Yuan if he wanted an iced Americano, and when he met Shang Wenye's eyes, Song Yuan was distracted for a moment.

The shell wind chimes behind him jingled, and Song Yuan was forced to face the reality again. He looked away and nodded.The temperature of the indoor air conditioner was adjusted a little high, Wen Ye took off his coat and put it on the back of the chair next to him.The air was full of rich and strong aroma of coffee, Wen Ye looked sideways out of the window, crossed his hands on the table, the scars on the inside of his wrists were faintly exposed from the slipped cuffs.

At that time, he still thought that he would have everything, and that he still had a lot of time with Wen Ye, which he could spend without fear, so he stubbornly wanted to gain the upper hand in this relationship.

The waiter came over with coffee, along with the coffee, and a small cake sprinkled with chocolate crumbs, saying that every customer with an order number of nine would get a piece of cake.Wen Ye smiled and said thank you, then stretched out his hand and pushed the cake placed in the middle of the table in front of Song Yuan. The movement was very light, but the chocolate on the surface of the cake still fell off.

"I went to Mr. Wen's that day, not because I still like Wen Shu." Song Yuan wanted to see Wen Ye's expression, but Wen Ye just drank his coffee with his head down, Song Yuan could only see Wen Ye's trembling eyelashes, "I just I want to meet your parents, and I want to make some things clear to you, it's definitely not what you think."

"And that photo, which was edited, originally had your parents on the right, you believe me."

"I believe." Wen Ye suddenly said, he sat up a little bit, leaned on the back of the chair, and looked at Song Yuan with calm and soft eyes.Because the store was very quiet, the sound of the cello in the background music seemed thicker, Wen Ye didn't question him or doubt him, obviously everything seemed so good, but Song Yuan knew they had reached a dead end.

"Do you still remember that time you gave me an umbrella?" Wen Ye asked Song Yuan, but he didn't look at him, "You came to give me an umbrella because I didn't bother you and Wen Shu to see the art exhibition. It was raining that day. It was really heavy, but in fact I didn’t use an umbrella that day, and I went back in the rain.” When Wen Ye was talking, he looked down at the ice cubes floating on the coffee surface, and his eyes were bent down: “At that time, my whole body People are also very stubborn, thinking that holding that umbrella means that I have lost to Wen Shu, and I don’t want to lose to him, so when I got home that day, I started to have a fever at night, my throat was sore, and my nose was stuffy.”

"Now that I think about it, it's funny. I went back in the shower, but the umbrella was kept in the bag, and no water got on it." Wen Ye had a beautiful smile on his face. He looked away and took out the umbrella from his pocket. Cigarette case, take out the cigarette to realize that smoking is prohibited in the room.Song Yuan unconsciously exerted force on the fingertips holding the spoon. In order to make himself look decent, Song Yuan let go of his hand.

"I know that there is no reason in this world that if I like others, others must like me, but sometimes I still can't help thinking, what is wrong with me, if only Song Yuan likes me." Ye raised his head and smiled at Song Yuan, the orange light above his head fell on his shoulders.

"If I want to be with you now, I think many things are wrong, and I have done many things wrong. In fact, I know that I am not good." Song Yuan's words seemed illogical, but Wen Ye was still very quiet After listening carefully, he put the cigarette in his hand on the table, and the shredded tobacco fell out.

"Wen Shu is different from what you imagined, you don't know him well enough, but Song Yuan, can you be sure that you really understand me." Wen Ye coughed lightly, "I may let you down one day. "

"I'm different from you. I've liked you since a long time ago, and I'm impulsive." Wen Ye looked at Song Yuan, "I used to think that I must be with the person I like, but now I'm cowardly, I don't want to I'll run after you again." It's not that he didn't try his best, but the ending was too cruel, so cruel that he became allergic to peaches, couldn't drink soda, and couldn't convince himself to try harder again.

I don't know when the rain started, but when Song Yuan noticed it, the rain fell densely on the glass windows, and puddles formed on the uneven ground.Wen Ye felt that he was addicted to cigarettes. Instead of looking at Song Yuan, he stood up, took the coat from the back of the chair, looked through the window at the pedestrians who were walking faster on the road, and stopped for a while before saying to Song Yuan: "I'm still here. If something happens, I won't send you off."

Wen Ye turned around and walked out of the coffee shop, waiting for the driver beside the car to meet him with an umbrella. When he was about to board the car, Wen Ye heard the sound of wind chimes, and Song Yuan called his name.Song Yuan didn't open an umbrella, and his shoulders were quickly drenched by the rain. He walked up to Wen Ye and took out two white roses wrapped in his coat.

"I can't give you a big bouquet. There are only two white roses in this coffee shop." Song Yuan held the flower, and the petals were wet by the rain, and the rain dripped down the petals.Wen Ye lowered his eyes, Song Yuan's hair was wet, but he didn't seem to care, he just lowered his head to fold the flower branches, and then put the flowers into his breast pocket.Song Yuan walked to the side of the car and opened the door for Wen Ye, but Wen Ye didn't move, just looked at him.Song Yuan's hand was on the car door, and he didn't speak until a large drop of water hit his ear.

"I'm 25 years old now. Excluding any uncontrollable factors, I can live another 50 years according to the age when my grandfather went west. Wen Ye, I can wait." Song Yuan raised his hand to wipe the rain from his cheeks, but the rain The water on his face couldn't be wiped off, Song Yuan didn't wipe it off anymore, he stopped for a while, lowered his head and smiled, and said to Wen Ye nonchalantly: "I'm not waiting for a suitable partner. , I am waiting for you."

Song Yuan has no experience of liking others, and the love in the past seems perfunctory and stubborn when he thinks about it now, but for him, when Wen Ye left him three months ago, he secretly decided that his next birthday wish would be for Wen Ye to be with him forever He was beside him, but at this moment, Song Yuan felt that he would make the same wish on his future birthdays, and he hoped that Wen Ye would never be sad.

The black hair on Wen Ye's forehead was wet, he got into the car, and rolled down half of the window after closing the door, and the lower half of Wen Ye's face was hidden behind the foggy glass.Wen Ye looked at him sideways, but didn't speak, and the car drove away quickly.Because the speed of the car was too fast, the splashed water wet Song Yuan's trouser legs, and the coolness penetrated into the fabric and stuck to his skin, and the dull pain rushed up after a while.

Wen Ye was wrong about one thing, Song Yuan should know him better than Wen Ye imagined, for example, when Wen Ye looked at him just now, Song Yuan understood, Wen Ye didn't believe that Song Yuan would love him at all.