Counterfeit

When love appears, there is really no succession.

Wen Ye woke up very early the next day. When he woke up, Song Yuan was still asleep with his arm on his pillow. He didn't dare to move, and could only stare at the ceiling in a daze.I don't know if it was too much last night, he couldn't remember what Song Yuan looked like when he confessed to him, what he said, after thinking for a while, Wen Ye began to wonder if Song Yuan's previous confession last night was his conjecture.While Wen Ye was thinking wildly, the weight of his arm suddenly became lighter. Before he could react, he felt a soft touch on his cheek.

Song Yuan moved away a little, smiled at him sleepily, and said vaguely: "Good morning, Wen Ye." Song Yuan's voice was tired, the corners of his lips were red and swollen, and there was a small purple patch on his collarbone The hickey, but Song Yuan didn't seem to know anything, with that embarrassed and naked face, he leaned over and kissed Wen Ye's face again.

He didn't give Wen Ye any room or space for wild imagination.

They stayed in Dongshan for three days. Wen Ye refused the extra meal brought to him by the engineering department alone, and sat cross-legged in the tent to eat the canned luncheon meat brought by Song Yuan. Song Yuan seemed to be struggling to open the can, but he refused to let him Wen Ye helped, the wrinkled eyebrows seemed to be more forceful than Lalahuan's fingers.Song Yuan cut open the luncheon meat with a clean fork and handed it to Wen Ye, and said to him while wiping his hands with a wet towel: "How about it, I said I will take care of you."

Wen Ye recalled that letter, which said on the dark pink horizontal grid: You don't have to go one step further, I will find you.Song Yuan has always been a man of his word, Wen Ye looked at Song Yuan, he was still wearing the clothes he wore a few days ago, the black coat was stained with dust, but the shirt was still very clean, even in such an embarrassing environment. Canned food, he also looked out of place with dignity.

"Okay, thank you Mr. Song for taking care of me." Wen Ye forked a small piece of luncheon meat into his mouth and said to Song Yuan with a smile.

It's not that they haven't discussed the issue of nicknames. Couples who are together seem to have special nicknames. On the day of departure from Dongshan to Qiancheng, the driver had to remove several boxes of drinking water from the trunk, because it was cold outside and the smell Ye Ye and Song Yuan got into the car first.The carriage was much cleaner than the tents and hotels Song Yuan lived in these days. The woody scent made him relax. Song Yuan turned his head to the side, Wen Ye closed his eyes and rested against the back of the chair, looking very tired.The light and shadow in the carriage fell on Wen Ye faintly, Song Yuan looked at Wen Ye for a long time, and found a small black spot above his ear bone, he couldn't tell whether it was a pierced ear or a mole.

Song Yuan stretched out his hand from his sleeve and touched Wen Ye's earbone. The next second his fingertips touched, Wen Ye raised his hand and grabbed Song Yuan's wrist. palm.Wen Ye opened his eyes, the creases in his eyes were deeper than usual, he tilted his head to look at Song Yuan, blinking very slowly.

Song Yuan moved his body, leaned close to Wen Ye and explained: "It's too cold, we can get warm if we stay close." Song Yuan is very good at lying, but this lie is so bad that Wen Ye didn't expose it. Seeing Song Yuan leaning against him, he put the hands they held together into the pocket of his jacket, paused for a while and suddenly said, "Do you need a nickname when you're in love?"

At the moment when he wanted to fall in love with Wen Ye, Song Yuan watched more than [-] love movies, covering a wide range of plots and regions, from Southeast Asia to Northern Europe.There are several movies in it, and Song Yuan didn't feel very good after seeing half of them. The progress bar was pulled to the end. After realizing that the ending was that the two parted ways, Song Yuan pressed the exit button with a cold face.But the rest is a happy ending.In order to extract the essence and discard the dross, Song Yuan made a table, recording the similarities and differences of each movie, and finally summed up two points: a beach with soft sand, and only two people can call it Nick name.

"Yes." Wen Ye lowered his head and played with Song Yuan's fingers, answering a little absent-mindedly.Song Yuan never imagined that one day he would be jealous of his own fingers. He leaned on the back of the chair and said casually like Wen Ye: "Then I will call you Ye Zizi from now on." Song Yuan's answer seemed to be nothing at all. Scared Wen Ye, he still played with Song Yuan's fingers with his eyes downcast, then nodded, and answered with a very natural smile: "Okay, brother Yuanbao."

Song Yuan suffered a rare embarrassment, and the desire to win and lose that hadn't appeared for a long time surged up again. On the four-hour drive back to Qiancheng, Song Yuan pretended to be natural and called Wen Ye "wild boy" seven times. The very face-saving person smiled and agreed every time, and then called him Brother Yuan Bao, probably because the scene was too weird, the driver secretly looked back from the rearview mirror many times.

Back in Qiancheng, Song Yuan followed Wen Ye to the apartment he rented. As soon as he opened the door, Song Yuan saw the unpacked envelope and pink letter paper on the coffee table. Wen Ye blocked the door: "If you tell a lie in our house, you will have diarrhea."

Wen Ye quickly realized that what Song Yuan said was a letter, and he also knew that Song Yuan must have made up the diarrhea if he told a lie, Wen Ye smiled lightly, apologized briefly and quickly, and said, "I'm sorry. "While Song Yuan was in a daze, he turned sideways, walked to the coffee table, and picked up the letter on the table.Even though he knew that the contents of the letters were all the same, Wen Ye still opened all 29 letters, and he read each one, as if every time he read it, he could increase his weight in Song Yuan's heart.

It has been aggravated 29 times, it should be very heavy, Wen Ye looked up at Song Yuan, and asked what he wanted to ask a long time ago: "Will you always love me?" Wen Ye knew that he should not be like an adolescent The little girl is just as shy, and getting a word of knowing will not be a life-saving talisman for this relationship. It may be better to be vague and vague, but he just can't help but want to ask.If possible, he even thought about asking the company's R&D department to make some kind of instrument, and let him go to Song Yuan's heart to have a look.

Song Yuan stood at the door, the hem of his shirt was a little wrinkled. He looked at Wen Ye, paused for a while, and said, "On the way to Dongshan, I asked if two men could be buried together after death. I've thought about what to do if your parents don't agree, and I've even thought about the reasons, if it's not buried with you, I can count it as a martyrdom."

"When you were in the third year of high school, you said that you never made a wish on your birthday, because the wish would not come true." Song Yuan paused, raised his hand to touch his hair, and pressed down the tuft of hair that was raised at the back of his head before continuing. : "For your next birthday wish, you can wish that I will love you forever, and I promise you, it will come true."

Wen Ye didn't want to admit that he said such fragile words when he was in school, but he didn't refute, because he felt that Song Yuan was confessing to him now.Song Yuan didn't get any response from Wen Ye, he walked over, stood in front of Wen Ye, raised his head and kissed Wen Ye's chin.

"I can say that I love you until I die every day, as long as you don't get bored." Song Yuan's love words always sound different from other people's. Wen Ye smiled and pressed his eyebrows, looked down at Song Yuan and said: "Where did I learn these things?" "My learning ability has always been very strong." Song Yuan stretched out his hand, and turned Wen Ye's collar out, "Bringing inferences from one instance to another, and by the way, embellish those stupid love stories."

Wen Ye didn't speak, Song Yuan watched Wen Ye return to the bedroom and come out again, then took his wrist and spread his hand.Wen Ye looked at the pink candy paper that had been trampled countless times, the handwriting became blurred, revealing the passionate and fragile thoughts of a teenager many years ago. "Giving it to you now should not be regarded as my own humiliation." Wen Ye touched Song Yuan's finger, "Don't throw it away." Wen Ye didn't hear Song Yuan's answer, and what followed immediately was the The tears on the glass candy wrapper slapped and landed on the raised corner of the candy wrapper.

Wen Ye was stunned for a moment, his eyes shifted from the candy paper to Song Yuan's face, he had never seen Song Yuan shed tears, let alone like now, the circle around his eyes was red, and the tears seemed to flow down uncontrollably.When Wen Ye raised his hand to wipe Song Yuan's tears, Song Yuan wiped it with his sleeve. He tried to keep calm, but his words still had a strong nasal voice.

"I didn't mean to throw it away. I went back to look for it, but I couldn't find it." Song Yuan seemed to be unable to explain clearly, but just repeated over and over again: I went back to look for it, but I couldn't find it.

"I know, I know." Wen Ye reached out his hand to wipe away the tears hanging from Song Yuan's eyelashes, hugged Song Yuan in his arms, and patted him on the back lightly, "I don't blame you, it's just a thing Return to the original owner." Song Yuan didn't seem to cry anymore, his forehead rested on Wen Ye's shoulder, and he grabbed Wen Ye's clothes: "Then I'll go buy a frame and frame it."

In fact, Wen Ye was not very happy, the content on the candy wrapper was a bit non-mainstream, and the handwriting was not very good-looking, but Song Yuan had already started discussing with him which was better, the tortoiseshell frame or the pure white in the East Art Museum.

"White." Wen Ye said.

Song Yuan prefers tortoiseshell color, but he still nodded: "That's white."