Counterfeit

When Shen Feng watched Song Yuan walk to the freight warehouse, she sat in the car in a daze.

The first time she saw Song Yuan, this man who was several years younger than her was sitting behind the desk, his eyes moved away from the computer screen and fell on her. Shen Feng had to admit that Song Yuan's real life It looks much better than the photos in financial magazines.She handed over her resume, and Song Yuan didn't make any comments, but when she was about to leave the office, she suddenly said: The color of this dress doesn't suit you.Over the years they worked together, her boss seemed perpetually harsh, stubborn, and above her.

He is obviously a person who always walks around when he sees dust. When did he start to change? Shen Feng didn't know, it was a little far away. She saw Song Yuan standing by the iron door of the truck and waving at her. The car walked over, and Song Yuan handed her the silver suitcase: "Put this back in the office."

Shen Feng was a little hesitant when he took it over. Inside the suitcase were a change of clothes and sheets and pillowcases for his own use, which Song Yuan must bring when he is on a business trip.She looked at Song Yuan, stopped for a while and said, "Next week at the latest, I should be able to transfer the car from Dongshan." When Shen Feng spoke, the truck driver was leaning on the car to smoke, and white smoke floated in the air. Yuan sniffed, turned around and climbed into the car, and answered her: "The company has something to send an email, and the text message may not be received."

Because Song Yuan's expression and tone were too calm, Shen Feng briefly forgot that the place Song Yuan was going to was the area with the worst earthquake.When the door was closed, Shen Feng took two steps back. From her angle, she could see Song Yuan who was sitting between two wooden boxes with his backpack on his shoulders. His black coat rubbed against the rust beside the door, and his shoulders were stained with a large patch of rust. maroon.

There were very few cars on the expressway, and the truck quickly disappeared from Shen Feng's sight.

Dongshan is not far from Qiancheng, and the usual one-and-a-half-hour drive turned into three hours due to temporary road closures.The carriage was even more stuffy than Song Yuan imagined, all kinds of smells mixed together, the driver's car was driving very fast, Song Yuan started to have a headache, and his stomach seemed to be punched hard, and the acid water kept going up, but Song Yuan didn't feel uncomfortable.

When driving down the highway, the sky turned gray and blue, Song Yuan's body was very heavy, until the car stopped, Song Yuan stood up with his bag in his arms, and saw the ruins outside through the mud-stained car window .Many people gathered in the open space, but no one seemed to speak. The air was so quiet that Song Yuan could hear his own heartbeat.

Song Yuan jumped out of the car and walked forward, walked through the gravel road, saw the dilapidated iron gate and broken steel bars, Song Yuan stood with his bag in his arms for a long time, until someone reminded him not to get too close to him at any time. There was an aftershock before Song Yuan came back to his senses.He suddenly stretched out his hand, pressed the man's shoulder abruptly, and said after a pause, "May I ask how many casualties are there now?"

The man glanced at Song Yuan, wiped the mud off his mouth, and pointed to the tent not far away: "It's all there, count it yourself." Song Yuan stood still, the bag in his arms fell to the ground, Song Yuan didn't pick it up, maybe because he used too much strength in his hand, the man frowned unconsciously, but Song Yuan didn't notice it.

"Do you know Dongshan Hospital? It's the one under construction. Do you know where the hospital's Xiaowen is?" Song Yuan was afraid that his expression was not clear enough, so he continued speaking quickly: "My name is Wen Ye, black hair, He is tall." The man shook off Song Yuan's hand impatiently, looked at Song Yuan's expensive coat, and said to him with a half-smile: "A hospital construction site, the company How did the top leader come here?"

Song Yuan was stunned for a few seconds, then bent down to pick up the bag. In the temporary ambulance tent, Song Yuan met a worker who was lying down and putting a cast on his leg. He lit a cigarette and said to Song Yuan: "Small news The boss came when work started, but he left the next day, and he's not here now."

Wen Ye lied to him.

After discovering this fact, Song Yuan realized that he was not angry at all, God finally favored him once, fortunately Wen Ye lied to him, fortunately Wen Ye was not here.The yellow light bulb on the top of the tent was shaken by the wind. Song Yuan sat on the ground with his bag in his arms, until someone handed him a pack of tissues. His palm prints were deep and there was a layer of black mud between his nails. Song Yuan raised his head, Facing the old man's cloudy eyes.

The old man's complexion was very dark, with a dark blue turban on his head, and a few strands of silver hair fell on his cheeks. Seeing that Song Yuan was not moving, she tore apart the tissue, took out a tissue and stuffed it in Song Yuan's hand, then pointed to his. Face.Song Yuan imitated the old man and raised his hand to touch his face. His fingertips were very wet. After about ten seconds, Song Yuan realized that he was crying.Because Li Yiman told him since he was a child that tears and sadness are useless, Song Yuan seldom cries.At the age of 25, he realized that tears are not only shed when he is sad and painful, but just because of Wenye's false "resurrection" is enough to make him cry for a long time.

Maybe because Song Yuan took a stake in the hospital project, he learned that Mr. Song from Qiancheng had come to Dongshan, and soon someone took him to the guest house.It is said to be a guest house, but in fact it is just a small three-story earthen building, and the white tiles on the surface have been broken due to the earthquake.Song Yuan was arranged to live in a single room on the second floor, but because the circuit was damaged, only one lamp was on in the room.

Song Yuan put the bag on the table, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and when he straightened up, Song Yuan saw his own face in the mirror.He has heavy dark circles, pale lips, and blue stubble growing on his chin. He has already been in a mess like a disaster victim within a few hours of coming here. Song Yuan wanted to get closer. Glimpse the blades resting on the shelf.

The blade looked clean, maybe it was left by the previous resident. Song Yuan touched the hard stubble on his chin, stopped for a while, put the blade under the faucet and rinsed it.Song Yuan quickly admitted that his hands were clumsy, because the mirror was too far away, he could only shave by feeling, the blade froze a bit, and in the end he gradually lost patience and used a little too much force, and the stinging pain came up quickly .Song Yuan gasped, pressed it with his hand, and when he took it off again, he saw bright red bloodstains on his fingertips.

When Song Yuan went to get the Band-Aid in his backpack, he felt a strong shock again. The desk lamp fell to the ground, and Song Yuan could barely maintain his standing by holding on to the wall. After a few seconds, Song Yuan saw the man in the next room holding on to the wall and going downstairs Running, ignoring the half-filled Band-Aid, Song Yuan ran down the stairs with his bag in his hand.The tremor on the ground was even stronger, Song Yuan could hardly stand still, he squatted on the ground, the surrounding voices were noisy, Song Yuan couldn't hear what they were saying.

This time the aftershock came violently and quickly, within 20 seconds, the shock disappeared quickly, Song Yuan followed others to the emergency tent, but there were too many people inside, Song Yuan felt breathless, he walked out, Sitting on a rock outside the tent.The wind in Dongshan was cooler than that in the city. Song Yuan put on his coat and looked up at the sky. The stars were very bright, as if they were about to fall at any moment.

The next second, Song Yuan heard the sound of tires rubbing against the sand, and the headlights of the car hit him in the face, and Song Yuan unconsciously closed his eyes.The lights were quickly turned off, and a blurry double image appeared in front of Song Yuan's eyes. Until his eyes refocused, he saw the man standing in front of the car. The workers kept moving the boxes from the trunk, but the man stood still.

"Wen Ye?" Song Yuan called his name in a low voice, but no one answered, Song Yuan walked over with his bag, the man's face became clearer, and it wasn't until standing in front of him that Song Yuan was sure that this person was Wen Ye.

Getting closer, Song Yuan noticed Wen Ye's chest heaving violently. He was thinking about how to speak when he heard Wen Ye call his name: "Who told you to come? Don't you know about the earthquake?"

Song Yuan was stunned for a moment, he looked up into Wen Ye's eyes, paused for a while and said, "I'm here to find you—"

"Why did you come to me? What do you have to do with me? You just came to me? Did I let you come? You just run around there by yourself!"

Wen Ye's voice was loud, and Song Yuan could clearly see the veins protruding from the side of his neck.

"My fault, don't be angry." Song Yuan said, he glanced at Wen Ye, lowered his head, opened his backpack, and took out a can from it, "But I brought canned luncheon meat, I thought you were here, Specially brought for you—" Song Yuan stuffed the canned food to Wen Ye, and said while pulling the zipper of the backpack: "I thought it was leucorrhea, but now I can eat it for you."

The can in his hand was heavy, Wen Ye looked down at the bag in Song Yuan's hand, wondering how stupid Song Yuan was, so he stuffed a few heavy cans of luncheon meat in the backpack he brought over, and there were some unsuitable ones White unicorn doll.