Counterfeit

The temperature in Qiancheng was very low that day. Wen Ye sat in the office and attended the first phase meeting of the Dongshan Project. In the middle of the room, Wen Ye approached a little closer and heard them criticizing a popular TV series that was unfinished: "The TV series that fall in love can also be unfinished, obviously it is easy for two people to be together." Another girl They nodded, and when they were about to express their opinions, they caught a glimpse of Wen Ye standing aside. They quickly stood up and greeted Wen Ye with some embarrassment.

The two girls are interns who have just been recruited. They are very young, and they seem reckless in speaking and doing things, but they are indeed the best age. They are the age that thinks that love stories are easy to be happy and will not be unfinished.Wen Ye didn't say anything, and after telling them to pay attention to safety when they went home, they walked into the elevator room.

When the elevator was going down, Wen Ye thought of Song Yuan, maybe because he was too busy recently, he rarely thought of Song Yuan, sometimes it just popped out of his brain, and was quickly suppressed by other things.After returning from the conference that day, he changed his number, moved out of his penthouse in the city center, rented a one-bedroom, one living room near the company, and entered and exited through the back door of the underground garage every day.These methods probably really worked. Except for the "Happy New Year" mixed with noisy background sounds on New Year's Eve, Wen Ye never saw Song Yuan again.

But he could still hear news about Song Yuan, for example, the company said that Song Yuan sold the scattered shares it bought, and the gossip said that Mr. Song, who had been busy making money, became a vagrant who gave flowers. The little girl at the front desk said Song Yuan seemed to be waiting for someone, and later Wen Ye confirmed the authenticity of the news. He stood in front of the French window in the conference room and saw Song Yuan holding flowers in the square.

Because of the distance, Wen Ye couldn't see the expression on Song Yuan's face clearly, but only felt that the white rose in Song Yuan's hand was dazzling.I don’t know from that day on, the florist sent fresh white roses to the front desk of the company every day. They told me what kind of white roses they sent in Mandarin with a little accent. The green ones were snow-capped mountains, and the pink ones were Little White Rabbit, the one with a strong aroma is white lychee.There are so many gifts that even the little girl at the front desk couldn't help feeling that there are so many sayings about white roses.

Although Wen Ye didn't receive it, the flowers were still delivered every day, and the delicately packaged bouquets were kept at the front desk until night. When he was about to get off work, a man with beautiful eyes would take the flowers away, and it was like this day after day, again and again.

When Zhang Churan came in, Wen Ye stood in front of the window with his back to her, holding an empty cigarette case in his hand hanging by his side, and the burnt tobacco crumbs fell on the floor.Zhang Churan stood beside him and handed over the documents that needed to be signed. Wen Ye threw the cigarette case aside, bowed his head and signed and returned the documents to her.

When she was about to leave the office, Wen Ye suddenly called her name, and said in a calm voice: "Go down and tell him not to make him wait, it will have a bad impact on the company." It is obvious who this "he" is See, Zhang Churan paused, and whispered, "If Mr. Song doesn't want to leave—"

"Just say where I went on a business trip." Wen Ye paused for a while before continuing, "He won't look for it."

Wen Ye didn't know what Zhang Churan told Song Yuan in the end. He only remembered that there was a heavy rain that night, which affected the circuits in the whole area. The electricity in the house he rented was cut off for half an hour. .The senses became more acute in the dark, and the sound of raindrops hitting the window drummed the eardrums. When Wen Ye sat on the sofa and lowered his head to light a cigarette, a thought suddenly popped up in his mind: Will Song Yuan not leave? It was too absurd, and within a second of flashing, it was swallowed up by the flames ignited by the lighter.

Halfway through the cigarette in his hand, Wen Ye heard the sound of the elevator outside the door, and the next second, the lights in the living room were turned on again.

When going to work the next day, Wen Ye didn't see roses at the front desk, probably stayed at the front desk for too long, the little girl standing aside took the initiative to say, "No one came to send flowers today."

"There won't be any in the future." Wen Ye answered her with a smile, and it turned out that what he said was right. In the next few days, the front desk never received a white rose again, probably because of Song Yuan's patience and that little love. Finally exhausted, it may be that what Zhang Churan said was really useful, Wenye never saw Song Yuan again.

Perhaps Song Yuan's abandonment was expected, Wen Ye was not as sad as he imagined, he worked as usual, followed up the progress of various projects, and lived a quieter day than ever before.The tranquility was finally broken by the earthquake in Dongshan. Wen Ye saw this news in the waiting hall. Dongshan has slight earthquakes all year round, but this time it is different from the previous earthquake level. The word strong earthquake in the news is marked in red. The airport is very Please be informed that the flight to Winter Mountain is cancelled.

The earthquake had a great impact on Dongshan's ongoing projects. Because the earthquake was strong, cracks appeared on the ground, the workers' temporary dormitory collapsed, and the project was forced to suspend. Wen Ye sat in the waiting room and had a 2-hour audio conference. Finally, because The other party's signal is not good, and the meeting is interrupted.

Wen Ye took a taxi back to the company and resumed the interrupted meeting. Zhang Churan came to deliver coffee to him once. About half an hour later, when she went in again, she found that the cup was still in the place where she put it just now. Milk froth solidified on the surface of the dark brown coffee.The meeting was over, but Zhang Churan looked at Wen Ye who was resting with his eyes closed, and didn't know whether to speak.

"Is there something wrong?" Wen Ye asked her, eyes still closed.

"The company's feedback mailbox received a letter." Zhang Churan approached, and put the envelope in his hand on the table, "There is no signature, but the recipient wrote your name, so I sent it to you."

Wen Ye opened his eyes, he looked at the white envelope on the table, the words Wen Ye on the lower right were written messily and scribbled.The feedback mailbox is a company tradition. Even though no one will write letters now, the mailbox is still hung on the left side of the company gate.

Feedback from consumers is something to look at. Wen Ye sat up straighter and opened the envelope.

Completely different from the plain white envelope, the letter paper is pink, with hearts painted on the corners, horizontal lines are replaced by wavy lines, black ink blots penetrate the paper, Wen Ye paused for a few seconds, and began to read the first word.

Because I couldn't contact you, I sent the letter directly to the company and I was afraid that it would affect you badly if others saw it, so I thought that if I was lucky enough, maybe you could see it.

I know that I am not trustworthy, but you may not know that in my heart, you are different from Wen Shu, not in appearance, but in hair and internal organs.You said before that we can't go back, but I'm a difficult person, you don't have to come back, you don't have to take a step, I will find you.

(Actually, I still have a lot to say, but it’s a bit embarrassing, and the paper I bought is too small to fit. If you want to meet, I’ll wait for you at the convenience store downstairs of your apartment.)

The square letter paper is not too big, but Wen Ye took a long time to look at it. When Zhang Churan was thinking about whether to go out, Wen Ye stood up, folded the letter paper, and said while putting on his coat, "I'll go out for a while."

Wen Ye never knew that there was a convenience store downstairs in the apartment where he used to live. When he walked in, the sensor switch hanging at the door shouted "Welcome" loudly. The man staring at the screen glanced at him and paused for a while. , stood up and asked hesitantly, "Is that Mr. Wen?"

The man brought Wen Ye into the room, took out an envelope from his pocket, and handed it to Wen Ye: "Boss Song told me, if I see Mr. Wen, I will give this to you, Boss Song is out, and he should be back soon. "Wen Ye took it and tore open the envelope. The letter paper inside was pink, and it was exactly the same as the one he saw in the company except for the wrong word on the second line was crossed out.

Wen Ye stood at the door for a while, then pushed the door open.

The space inside is very small, the largest object is a folding bed, except for a few packs of compressed biscuits on the coffee table, the rest of the space is occupied by balloons, pumps and candles.Wen Ye walked in, he stood for a while, went to the side and picked up the banner placed in the corner, the pink satin surface was pure white round characters, probably after a long time, the corners of the characters began to peel, Wen Ye Press down the vertical part of the last word, it says: I want to invite you to live in my heart.

Wen Ye held the banner in his hand, the light in the room was very dark, and there were tiny fluff floating in the air.Sitting on the unsteady folding bed, Wen Ye took out a mobile phone that he hadn’t used for a long time from his pocket. Not long after the screen lit up, a lot of information popped up. The top one was the official notice about the Dongshan aftershock. The next thirty or so entries all came from the same number.

"You answer the phone."

"It's okay if you don't answer the phone, can you read the text message?"

"The person I asked the waiter to call was you that day, but the waiter recognized the wrong person, but I didn't. I can tell you and him clearly, and I have always been able to tell the difference."

"I'm downstairs in your company."

"want to see you."

……

The most recent one is from five hours ago.

"There was an earthquake in Dongshan, are you still there?"

"I'll go, you wait for me."