Counterfeit

The New Year's Eve party ended at three o'clock in the morning. Chen Kaixi pulled up the woman who was like a puddle of mud on the sofa, kicked away the empty soda cans at his feet, walked to the door with floating steps, and stuffed the drunk men and women into the commercial vehicle before turning around. Turn around to look at Song Yuan.Song Yuan leaned against the door frame, holding a cigarette that he didn't know when to extinguish, his posture seemed unfamiliar.

Chen Kaixi raised his hand to tear off the precarious false eyelashes of his left eye, and said to Song Yuan with a smile: "Tomorrow, I will find someone to clean it for you, and I promise to restore the living room to the original model room you liked." Song Yuan smiled and lowered her head Looking at the extinguished cigarette in his hand, he paused for a while before answering Chen Kaixi, "No need."

It snowed suddenly in the sky, and when the first snowflakes fell on the windshield in front of the car, the drunken men and women in the car began to sing loudly about the first snow in 2002. Not on tune.Chen Kaixi wanted to laugh when she heard that, she raised her eyes to look at Song Yuan, who was still staring at the half of the cigarette in her hand in a daze, as if no matter how many happy molecules spread in the air, they would stop abruptly the moment they touched him.

"Then I'm leaving." Chen Kaixi took two steps and then stopped. She took out the cigarette case in her pocket and shook it. There were probably two or three cigarettes in it. She turned around and threw the cigarette case to Song Yuan: "Sleep Just light one if you don’t want to smoke, and if you don’t smoke, it will be incense for God.” Song Yuan didn’t answer, he took out one from the cigarette case and bit it in his mouth, Chen Kaixi subconsciously looked for a lighter in his pocket, but saw Song Yuan He reached out and took out a lighter from the empty flower pot at the door.

Song Yuan lit up but didn't smoke, the smoke looked very green in the dark night, meeting Chen Kaixi's eyes, Song Yuan continued: "I don't let him smoke, but he still smokes secretly, hiding several lighters at home—— "Song Yuan smiled, and said in a relaxed tone: "It's like guerrilla warfare." The light of the fire between his fingers was weak, and Chen Kaixi suddenly didn't dare to look Song Yuan in the eyes, she couldn't explain his sadness.

The onset of pain is always delayed. Song Yuan’s saddest moment seems to be not when Wen Ye stood in front of him and told him to forget it, but when he found Wen Ye’s hidden lighter in the flowerpot, and the car music played Wen Ye’s song by default. Shan, the video games that Wen Ye didn't take away, and one bad rainy day after another.

A long piece of cigarette ash was blown away by the wind, Song Yuan came back to his senses, he looked up at Chen Kaixi, smiled and said to her: "Go back and have a rest early." Song Yuan crushed out the cigarette in his hand, and when he walked into the room, he heard Chen Kaixi called him from behind.Chen Kaixi walked a few steps closer, she stood at the door, and in a short quiet interval, she asked Song Yuan: "Have you confessed your love?"

Song Yuan stood without speaking, and the hand hanging by his side moved. Chen Kaixi sighed, and said to Song Yuan in a somewhat helpless tone: "Mr. Song, I like what someone has to say." The car drove away from the community, red The taillights of the car disappeared from sight, Song Yuan returned to the room, sat on the sofa bypassing the wine bottles that fell on the ground.

After a pause, Song Yuan took out his mobile phone, and the bright light of the screen became the only light source in the huge space. He lowered his head and sent a message to the number that might never receive a reply: I want to see you.

When Song Yuan woke up the next day, it was almost dawn. Song Yuan nestled on the sofa, squinted his eyes and clicked on the phone, but there was no reply.Song Yuan lay on the sofa for a while, then sat up, took a shower, and called the housekeeping company to ask them to find some people to come and clean in the afternoon.When it was almost eleven o'clock, the car called by Song Yuan stopped at the door on time. Song Yuan got in the car, met the driver's gaze in the rearview mirror, and said to him, "Go to the Mailan District."

Mailan is a very famous school district, and all the key schools in Qiancheng are scattered in every corner of Mailan. The driver probably thought that the guest was going to recall his alma mater, but the car was stopped at the entrance of a stationery store.When the surrounding elementary schools came out of school, a few elementary school students carrying cartoon schoolbags ran into the stationery store, and Song Yuan, who was wearing a windbreaker, was caught in it, which seemed a bit abrupt.

Because the office stationery in the company was continuously supplied to Song Yuan, Song Yuan seldom visited stationery stores when he was in school, and he never used those beautifully packaged mechanical pencils and rulers.Today's students have more choices than they did then, and even the colors and shapes of erasers are so diverse that it can be confusing.

Song Yuan walked to the innermost shelf, and there were two primary school students wearing red scarves standing in front of the shelf, tiptoeing and reaching for the stationery set with cartoon characters on the top.Song Yuan was taught to do things by himself since he was a child. Even so, when he saw the boy reaching for it for the third time, Song Yuan still stretched out his hand and took it for him.

The little boy looked up at him, maybe because Song Yuan didn't have any expression on his face, the little boy looked a little scared, but he still whispered thank you when he took it.Song Yuan nodded. He looked around on the shelf, and finally found the letter paper on the bottom layer. He crouched down and looked down at the various colored letter papers with stars and moons painted on them.

In the end Song Yuan took a white grid letter paper, and when he was about to take it away to pay, he saw horizontal line letter paper of the same color. When Song Yuan was staring at the two packs of letter paper in a daze, the little boy standing beside him suddenly slapped a sneeze.When Song Yuan turned his head, the little boy was also looking at him, his cheeks were flushed, and he was holding in his arms the stationery set that Song Yuan helped him take down just now.

Song Yuan withdrew his gaze, looked at the letter paper in his hand, paused and said, "Which one do you think looks better?" The little boy was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that Song Yuan was asking him, probably to thank Song Yuan for his help just now, The little boy looked at it with his neck hooked, and commented very sincerely: "It's not good-looking."

Song Yuan looked down again, then put the letter paper in his hand back to its original position, and asked after a moment of silence, "Then which one do you think looks better?" Character pattern: "This kind of thing is popular now."

"It's not suitable for my situation." Song Yuan said.

The little boy tilted his head to look at him, and first asked: "What's the situation with you." Song Yuan didn't speak, the little boy stretched out his hand again, fiddled with it several times, and finally picked out a pack of light purple ones.

"This is fine too, all the girls in our class like it." Maybe because he was afraid that Song Yuan would refuse again, the little boy added: "I bought this paper when I wrote a confession letter to our monitor." Song Yuan turned his head to look at him, He asked in a serious tone, "Then did you succeed?"

"No, the class monitor said that her math grades have declined recently, and my math is not very good, so I can't complement each other." The little boy didn't look too sad. He held the somewhat bulky stationery set and said, "But I I got full marks in the math test this time, so I plan to try again."

Song Yuan nodded, wishing him success this time, but Song Yuan didn't buy the light purple bag in the end because he thought it might be unlucky, so he changed to the light pink one next to him before leaving.

There are a total of 30 sheets of letter paper in a pack. Excluding the waste manuscripts that were not well-typed at the beginning, Song Yuan wrote 29 letters. Because he didn't know when Wen Ye would return from Dongshan, he put 29 letters in each Wen Ye. Where the wild might go.The company's feedback mailbox, the car wash shop, the gas station that must pass through to work, and the 24-hour convenience store downstairs of the apartment.

Song Yuan didn't know when Wenye would be able to see it, but if Wenye was willing to give him a chance, he hoped to see Wenye as soon as possible, so he moved to the convenience store downstairs of the apartment and gave the boss a sum of money , living in the back of the convenience store.Every day is considered quiet. During the day, I carry my laptop and sit by the window while working and waiting for Wenye. Sometimes I go to bed very early at night. Before going to bed, I will repeatedly remind the staff on duty that day. The man came in, please wake him up.

After playing so many sets, Song Yuan failed to catch Wen Ye. He didn't make a smooth encounter just because he lived downstairs in Wen Ye's house. Because he waited too long, Song Yuan sometimes couldn't help but make a phone call. For Zhang Churan, although he was silent most of the time, when Song Yuan asked Wen Ye if his work was going well recently, Zhang Churan would still answer him: very well.

At that second, Song Yuan's mood was lighter than expected, and the reason was simple, as long as one of him and Wen Ye went well.

Song Yuan saw the news of the Dongshan Earthquake half a month later. At that time, he was on the phone with Shen Feng in a convenience store. He was not very satisfied with the several acquisition plans made by the company. Song Yuan also lost in the end. Patience, added a bad word at the end.Talking too much at once made Song Yuan's throat dry, and when he reached for water, he caught a glimpse of the brightened screen of the phone out of the corner of his eye.

The number of words in the pushed news is not too many, Song Yuan only read the headline, and his eyes stopped on the words Dongshan Strong Earthquake.Shen Feng's voice on the other end of the phone weakened, and Song Yuan's mind instantly became very empty. Song Yuan didn't blink until the screen went dark.He hung up Shen Feng's phone, first dialed Wen Ye's number, a mechanical female voice rang through the receiver, and Song Yuan called Zhang Churan again, who was on the phone.Song Yuan's hands started to sweat. He stood up, scratched the table with his fingertips, and continued to call Zhang Churan, but the other party never answered.

Seven minutes later, Shen Feng received a call from Song Yuan. She picked it up, and before she could speak, she heard Song Yuan say in a hoarse voice: "I'm going to Dongshan, now." When Yuan hung up the phone, she also saw the news of the Dongshan earthquake. The word Strong Earthquake was marked in red, and all flights to Dongshan were cancelled.

"Probably not, the airspace will be controlled after the earthquake, and we may not be able to get permission to take off." Shen Feng said, "I can contact the people over there to arrange a flight for supplies—"

"What about the material transport vehicle?" Song Yuan interrupted Shen Feng, his side was very quiet, and Shen Feng could even hear Song Yuan's rapid breathing, "I'll go there by transport vehicle, I have very little luggage, so I just bring one Suitcase—" Song Yuan paused for a second, then changed his words: "Or just a bag, or a backpack is also fine, it won't take up too much space for storing supplies." "Does the company also have a transport vehicle? It can be requisitioned to go to the disaster area, It is also good for the company and improves the company's reputation, which is obviously beneficial and has no disadvantages."

Shen Feng didn't answer, her boss didn't need her to remind her of the disadvantages of going to the disaster area, after more than ten seconds, Shen Feng heard Song Yuan repeat it again, and said to her: "Shen Feng, I'm going to Dongshan, now. "

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