Counterfeit

Song Yuan couldn't remember exactly how many glasses of whiskey he drank and started to get drunk. When the scene in front of him began to bend in the mirror image, Song Yuan smiled and pushed away the wine handed over.But the alcohol fermented faster than expected, Song Yuan didn't want to lose his composure at the reception held by Wen Ye, he stopped a waiter with his steady body, and asked softly where the bathroom was.

The bathroom was not far away, and the waiter originally wanted to take him there, but Song Yuan refused, he shook his head, and after thinking about it, he said, "If Mr. Wen comes over later, please tell him I'm going to the bathroom."

Song Yuan originally thought that his words were redundant, but when he entered the bathroom, the person behind him suddenly supported his forearm. Song Yuan turned his head and saw a blur of black.

"Why did you come down so quickly?" Song Yuan's voice was very soft, maybe Wen Ye didn't hear it, and Song Yuan didn't get an answer.Perhaps because he was afraid that Song Yuan would spit on his coat, Wen Ye pressed his shoulders to help him take off his coat, and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt before helping him into the cubicle.Song Yuan lowered his head and supported the toilet, but he couldn't spit it out. The person standing behind patted him on the back lightly.Song Yuan turned around, and the eyebrows and eyes of the people behind him gradually became clear, Song Yuan was stunned for a moment, and said, "Wen Shu, are you sick.

Wen Shu glanced at Song Yuan, he didn't care about Song Yuan's words, and said in a calm tone: "I thought you'd be so drunk that you wouldn't be able to tell the difference. When I was young, Wen Ye and I were about the same size, our parents would tell each other apart. Unclear." Song Yuan put aside Wen Shu's hand, leaned against the partition, looked at Wen Shu and said, "If you look in the mirror more often, you will know how easy it is to distinguish."

Wen Shu stood up straighter. He leaned against the door frame, looked at Song Yuan for a while, and then said, "Aren't you and Wen Ye still together? He must be afraid. What I said to him that day, even though he There is nothing on the surface, but it must be in his heart. He has been like this since he was a child, and he doesn't care about anything on the surface." Alcohol paralyzed the brain, and it took Song Yuan about two seconds to understand the meaning of Wen Shu's words, " What did you say?"

Wen Shu didn't answer Song Yuan, he stood where he was, and spoke very slowly: "I don't mind if you like anyone, but why is it Wen Ye? Is it the second best? But didn't I say that we can try?" Did you give it a try? Why didn't you agree then?" Song Yuan and Wen Shu had known each other for many years, but this was the first time he heard Wen Shu say so many words.

"At that time, my parents asked me if it was okay to give me a little brother. Actually, I didn't want a little brother at all, but I still said yes, and then I got Wen Ye." Wen Shu's voice was calm, and he looked at Song Yuan, paused for a while before saying: "I hope he has a good life, but I don't want him to be better than me, because Wen Ye's appearance in this world is a chance I gave him."

Wen Shu's tone was calm and relaxed, as if he was talking about yesterday's lunch, Song Yuan sat on the ground with his head against the partition, he looked at Wen Shu, and said: "You are really sick. "

Wen Shu stood still, and Song Yuan's vision began to blur. He stood up unsteadily from the ground, closed the door, and locked it. Regardless of whether the tiles would stain his pants, Song Yuan sat back on the ground again.The strength of the alcohol surged up belatedly, as if he was about to burst into flames, Song Yuan let out a long breath, the smell of alcohol in his exhalation was scary, Song Yuan frowned, he wanted to tell Wen Ye when he saw him later, and the whiskey in the future must tell him Never mix it with red wine.

I don't know how long it has passed, the sound outside the door disappeared, Song Yuan's head was heavy, he lowered his head, put his forehead on his knees, and closed his eyes.Alcohol always makes people unable to distinguish between reality and hallucinations. Song Yuan began to experience auditory hallucinations. He vaguely felt as if he heard Wen Ye's voice, but it was monophonic, running from the left ear to the right ear.

Song Yuan raised his head, and saw two pairs of shoes in the gap at the bottom of the door that was not too wide, as if it was not a hallucination, Song Yuan stood up, pushed the door open, and saw Wen Ye standing not far away.In fact, the occasion was not right. In the bathroom of the feast, Song Yuan smelled of alcohol, his clothes were messed up, and he looked very embarrassed. But at that moment, it had nothing to do with all the accessories, but when that person stood there, Song Yuan felt romantic.For the sake of romance, Song Yuan walks slowly. He hopes that he is not an alcoholic in the eyes of Wenye. When he hugs Wenye, Song Yuan can smell the clean laundry detergent on Wenye's body.

Maybe that smell has a hypnotic effect, when Wen Ye looked down at Song Yuan, Song Yuan felt a pink mushroom cloud exploded in his body, the sound was too loud, so he didn't hear what Wen Ye said.He only knew that Wen Ye pulled his hand away, but didn't let go, touching his brow bone, collarbone, Adam's apple and lips.

It seemed that the fuse of reason was blown, so Song Yuan committed suicide in front of Wen Ye.He raised his head and met Wen Ye's gaze, only to realize that human eyes can also make people awake, at least Wen Ye can.Thoughts of leaving slowly flowed back, seeing the two black suits thrown on the sink, the hallucination disappeared.

Looking into Wen Ye's eyes, Song Yuan's tongue began to tie up. He thought over and over again, and the last sentence that popped out was: "I'm fucking because of you." He didn't lie, but Wen Ye probably didn't believe it, because he made Song Yuan After Yuan didn't want to touch him, he opened the door and left.That night, Song Yuan failed to find Wen Ye at the venue, and the next day Song Yuan called Wen Ye, and the next second after dialing, an electronic notification sounded that the phone could not be connected.He edited a very long message in the memo, deleted and deleted it many times, and when he was finally about to send it, he found that Wen Ye's name could not be found in the address book.

The company recruited a new manager, and Song Yuan became very idle. He began to wait downstairs in Wen Ye's company, but he never saw Wen Ye again.At the entrance of Song Yuan's underground garage, he saw a big Christmas tree being erected in the middle of the square, with many shiny white snowflakes hanging on the branches. Christmas is here, and winter is coming to an end.