Counterfeit

The night with many stars was forced to breathe by the gravel and ruins. Wen Ye sat on the stone covered with a blanket and watched Song Yuan open a can. The surrounding light was too dark, and Song Yuan couldn’t hold the phone in one hand and open the can in the other. He looked back and forth at Wen Ye for several times, finally got closer, and said in a low voice: "Please help me light up, I will open it when it is brighter."

Wen Ye took the phone, and the light from the flashlight illuminated the can in Song Yuan's hand. Song Yuan's fingers were thinner than his, and the joints were not obvious.Wen Ye didn't know when he started to lose his mind, and by the time he realized it, the light from the flashlight had moved away from the can and landed on Song Yuan's face.Song Yuan seemed to be thinner than before, his lips were bloodless, and there was a flesh-colored Band-Aid on his chin, probably too perfunctory, with the corners curled up.

Song Yuan raised his eyes to look at him, his pupils were made lighter by the white light, Wen Ye looked away, and shined the light on the can again, and waited for Song Yuan to open the lid of the can before asking, "What's wrong with your jaw?" Song Yuan Without speaking, he handed the opened can to Wen Ye, and after waiting for a few seconds, he found that Wen Ye had no intention of picking it up, so he had to put the can on Wen Ye's hand.

Song Yuan raised his hand to touch his chin, touched the raised band-aid, and used some strength to stick it flat again. It took him nearly ten seconds, trying to figure out whether it was a scratch caused by a fall. Song Yuan looked into Wen Ye's eyes, smiled and said, "It's from shaving."

Wen Ye opened his mouth, as if to make some comments, but in the end he didn't say anything.He took out the cigarette case from his coat pocket, knocked out one and bit it in his mouth. When he was about to light it, Song Yuan suddenly said to him: "Give me one too."

"Smoking is not suitable for you." Wen Ye glanced at Song Yuan, put the cigarette case back into his pocket, took a puff and said, "Don't learn." Song Yuan didn't make any excuses, he moved his body back a little bit until He stopped when he found the angle where he could see Wen Ye's side face at a glance. He sat quietly next to Wen Ye and watched Wen Ye finish smoking a whole cigarette.

When Wen Ye lowered his head to extinguish the cigarette, Song Yuan asked, "Did you see the letter?" The burnt cigarette left a long black mark on the slate, and a few shreds of tobacco fell out and were quickly blown away by the wind. Wen Ye didn't look at Song Yuan, and asked calmly, "What letter?" Song Yuan paused for a few seconds, then sat up straighter: "I wrote you a letter, the envelope is white, but the paper is pink .”

Wen Ye held the cigarette butt in his hand, the light in the tent next door flickered, and the light went dark for a second. He looked up at Song Yuan, and said with a normal expression, "What was written in the letter?"

"It's nothing." Song Yuan looked away and gathered his coat, "Just some words."

Wen Ye said, "What are you talking about?"

Wen Ye's pressing step by step is very rare, Song Yuan started to get nervous for no reason, he pursed his lips, turned his head to stare at Wen Ye, and asked him: "Do you want to hear it?" Wen Ye didn't answer, Song Yuan stood up , stood in front of Wen Ye, and said to him: "As long as you want to hear it, I will tell you."

The person in charge of the construction site found a flat-floor single room for Wen Ye. Although the conditions were simple, a residence with electricity and water was considered a luxury for the earthquake zone.Song Yuan just came in, didn't say anything, turned and went into the bathroom, then Wen Ye heard the sound of running water, while waiting for Song Yuan to come out, Wen Ye stood in front of the window looking at the broken tree outside in a daze.

On the way to Dongshan, Wen Ye remembered many things. For example, the first time he realized his feelings for Song Yuan was because of Song Yuan's collarbone that automatically appeared in his mind when he blasphemed himself.He is not a frank and brave person. When he was around Song Yuan, he wanted to ask him countless times why he didn't like him, but when Song Yuan showed his love to him, he subconsciously wanted to hide, because he never thought that Song Yuan loved him. I don't even dare to think about it.

If only one protagonist in a drama is an idiot, it may be a romantic and beautiful love story, but he and Song Yuan are both idiots, and they both pray that the time together can be described as eternity, but still Every second is a detour.

There was the sound of the door lock turning behind him, Wen Ye turned sideways and saw Song Yuan standing at the door.He should have just washed his face, the hair on his forehead was half wet, and the Band-Aid was torn off, revealing a very thin and long wound on his chin.He walked a few steps forward and stood in front of Wen Ye, with his back straight, reminding Wen Ye of the little Song Yuan who stood on the flag-raising platform many years ago to give a speech, but this time, it was not the dull May Fourth youth theme, Song Yuan Yuan didn't frown either.

Song Yuan looked up at him, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and said to Wen Ye: "I know I didn't do well, it made you sad, it made you sad, although you may not want to believe me again, but I still think you can give me a chance."

"Chen Kaixi said that if you like someone, you have to say it. Although the current scene may not look romantic at all, but, Wen Ye." Song Yuan raised his hand behind his back to his body, which was a deep purple flower. flower.

Song Yuan's expression still looked calm, but Wei Yin couldn't help trembling. He exerted some strength with the hand holding the flower, and then said: "I like you very much, would you like to be with me?"

Wen Ye looked down at the flower in Song Yuan's hand, it was not a rare species, the wrinkled purple petals looked a bit shabby, and one piece was drooping down, as if it was about to fall off at any time, Wen Ye didn't know why Song Yuan was in ruins all over the place found flowers.Wen Ye didn't speak, he stretched out his hand to take the flower in Song Yuan's hand, looked at it for a few seconds, raised his hand to put it in his ear, and asked Song Yuan irresponsibly: "Does it look good?"

Song Yuan froze for a moment, nodded first, and then said: "It's pretty." Wen Ye's eyes were bent down, and his voice was smiling: "Don't lie to me."

"I didn't lie to you." Song Yuan looked up at him, his eyes looked very serious, "It's really pretty."

Song Yuan didn't know whether he looked sincere, whether Wen Ye believed what he said, he didn't say a word of the words he just made up in the bathroom, and he began to regret not bringing the confession banner when he came here. The effect of pulling a banner in front of you should be more effective than dry flowers.

When Song Yuan came back to his senses, he found that Wen Ye was staring at him, and the distance between the two of them was shortened. The next second, Song Yuan heard Wen Ye say: "Okay then." Wen Ye lowered his head and said : "I am willing." Now it was Song Yuan's turn to be speechless, his eyes were wide open, he stared at Wen Ye in a daze, trying to analyze the definitions of the six words "well then" and "I am willing".

Wen Ye gave Song Yuan a lot of time to think, until Song Yuan licked his dry lips and asked him bluntly: "Does this mean dating?"

Wen Ye didn't say no, Song Yuan smiled, and touched the back of his neck unnaturally, with a bewilderment that didn't match his age.Wen Ye looked at Song Yuan, touching his neck and licking his lips, until he had done all the small movements, Song Yuan looked up at him again.

"Is it possible to hold hands?" Song Yuan stretched out his hand, gently pulled Wen Ye's fingers, and said cautiously, "Like this." Song Yuan's fingers were still wet and the fingertips were cold, so Song Yuan pulled his fingers first , paused for a few seconds, and rubbed his palm with the pulp of his finger.Song Yuan is a liar, he is not romantic, Wen Ye thought to himself, Song Yuan is the most romantic person he has ever met.

Wen Ye let Song Yuan fiddle with his hands, looked at Song Yuan's upturned mouth, paused for a while and said, "You can do other things." Putting his hand on his chin, he whispered vaguely: "Like this."