Counterfeit

The matter of buying frames was quickly put on the agenda. In the morning, when Wen Ye was washing cups at the cooking counter, Song Yuan was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window on the phone. His voice was mixed with the sound of running water. Wen Ye accurately captured "something urgent", Can't push", "you can figure it out" words.When turning off the tap, Song Yuan hung up the phone and walked towards him, took the cup in Wen Ye's hand very naturally, took a tissue to wipe off the water stains, and poured half a cup of oat milk.

But Song Yuan didn't drink, he pushed the cup to Wen Ye's hand, and went to the cooking counter to wash another cup.Song Yuan twisted the water to the maximum, and the water splashed on the wall of the cup splashed out, and one drop hit Song Yuan's eyelids, and he took a step back reflexively. "Don't you have to work today?" Wen Ye walked over and raised his hand to wipe the water from Song Yuan's eyelids.

"No need." Song Yuan turned off the water, turned his head, held Wen Ye's wrist and took a sip of oat milk, "The tasks are all assigned, they can do it themselves, why does this milk taste so weird? Isn't it Because I just finished brushing my teeth?" Song Yuan frowned while raising his head, a small piece of milky white milk paste stuck to the corner of his lips.

Wen Ye looked at him for a while, raised his hand and put the cup on the refrigerator, then leaned over and kissed the corner of Song Yuan's lips. Song Yuan was right, the oat milk on the corner of his lips was indeed very faint. The mint flavor is because the taste is too pungent, so Song Yuan mumbled mint toothpaste in his ear all night.

After the kiss was over, Wen Ye moved a little away, Song Yuan still maintained the posture just now, holding the cup with both hands, water dripped down his fingertips.Wen Ye didn't know how Song Yuan was doing, but his heart was beating fast and his ears were starting to feel hot.Wen Ye looked away from Song Yuan's face, turned his back, reached out to take down the cup on the refrigerator very naturally, and commented: "No problem, it's sweet."

Song Yuan didn't speak, he filled the glass with oat milk which he had just finished washing, and took a few sips before realizing that he forgot to wipe the glass.

For the rest of the time, they went to the art museum that Song Yuan mentioned and bought the white frame that Wen Ye liked. When they were about to walk out of the glass door, they were suddenly stopped. The deputy curator with a long beard held The camera ran over and asked Song Yuan and Wen Ye if they would like to take a photo with this artwork.The memories of the previous few photoshoots were not good. Song Yuan didn't dare to look at Wenye, and when he subconsciously wanted to refuse, the person standing beside him raised his hand and put his arm on his shoulder.

"Okay." Wen Ye adjusted his collar, and when the deputy curator lowered his head to adjust the camera, he leaned into Song Yuan's ear and whispered to Song Yuan, "Remember to laugh later."

The photos were not developed immediately, and the deputy curator asked them to leave the address, which will be sent out together with the invoice in about a week. When Wen Ye picked up the pen, the phone rang, so the task of writing the address fell on Song Yuan. .When writing the last house number, Wen Ye came over and stood beside him. After Song Yuan finished writing, he looked up and asked Wen Ye if he was right. After a short distraction, Wen Ye nodded with a smile.

The car stopped across the road, and when Wen Ye walked forward, Song Yuan grabbed his sleeve from behind: "What's wrong."

"They know that I came back from Dongshan." Wen Ye turned around and took Song Yuan's hand, "I want me to go back." Song Yuan nodded, and he took Wen Ye's hand to cross the road until he reached In front of the car, he turned around and said to Wen Ye: "I'm with you, I won't go in, I'll wait for you outside." Wen Ye originally wanted to joke that he looked like a pissed off daughter-in-law, but Song Yuan's expression looked like Getting serious, Wen Ye and Song Yuan got into the car, walked around the voltage box covered with graffiti at the intersection, and agreed.

When Wen Yishan received a call from Wen Ye, Wen Ye had the urge to hang up immediately, but when Wen Yishan asked him in a somewhat astringent voice if he was injured, he just clenched it a little harder. cell phone.Everyone says that there is no parent who doesn't love their children, it's just that they do it in different ways.Probably because he hated him, that's what Wen Ye thought when he walked into the house.

It has been several months since I saw Wen Yishan last time, it seems that as people get older, time will leave more and more marks on their bodies.Wen Yishan got a new crutch, and his left leg shrank badly due to the lack of rehabilitation for a long time, which made the already loose trousers even more empty.

I don't know if all fathers and sons would be so embarrassed when they want to see each other. Wen Ye opened the chair and sat down. Gao Lan took the fruit plate to his hand and whispered: "I didn't believe your father said you went to Dongshan at first, who knew you I really went, no one would run to the disaster area with a dull head."

"The workers are all there, so you should go and see." Wen Ye wanted to use a fork to fork grapes, but failed a few times, and finally threw them into his mouth with his hands, Wen Yishan frowned some.

"No matter what, just come back safely." Wen Yishan picked up the teacup in front of him, blew the tea foam on his face, and said, "Do you still remember the youngest daughter of Uncle Chen's family, who learned to swim with you when she was young?" , she comes back from England next month."

"Double degree in finance and management, I mentioned you to her that day, and the little girl still remembered." Wen Yishan smiled rarely, as if he really missed the joy of his son and daughter wrapping around his knees a long time ago. He put down his glass and looked at the To Wen Ye who was sitting at the other end of the table: "I'll meet you sometime next week, you're not too young."

"I can't see it." Wen Ye replied very simply.

The smile on Wen Yishan's face faded a bit, and the father and son still had no tacit understanding. Wen Yishan read Wenye's four-character answer as having no time: "Are you so busy? If not, let your brother help you first. Take some time to come out." Wen Ye failed to answer, it turned out that his parents were really partial, no matter what he had, it was always right to snatch it and give it to Wen Shu.

"It's not that I don't have time." Wen Ye spat out the unswallowed grape skins on a porcelain plate, and said with a grin, "I have someone I like." The smile on Wen Yishan's face disappeared completely, and in his heart, The two sons must always have a marriage that can create a "useful" marriage. Since the elder brother is not willing, the younger brother needs to do it.Anyway, he was disappointed a long time ago, Wen Ye picked one of the reddest cherry tomatoes in the fruit plate, took a small bite, the red juice flowed on his hand, he looked at Wen Yishan, and smiled at him: "I like it People are men, I forgot to tell you, I'm gay."

Although he promised Wen Ye to wait outside, when Song Yuan heard the sound of dishes breaking, he pushed open the door immediately.The atmosphere in the room was not as tense as Song Yuan imagined. Wen Yishan had no expression on his face. The nanny squatted at his feet to clean up the broken tiles. Wen Ye turned to look at him, showing a somewhat helpless smile: "Didn't you say to wait outside?"

"I heard the sound and came in to have a look." Song Yuan walked in and stood behind Wen Ye. He looked at Wen Yishan who was sitting opposite, and for the first time he didn't take the initiative to say hello.

After announcing his sexuality, the unhealed wound on Song Yuan's chin also appeared ambiguous. Wen Yishan didn't speak for a long time. He stared at Song Yuan and called him Mr. Song after a long silence.Song Yuan didn't answer, Wen Yishan stood up tremblingly, Gao Lan, who was standing beside him blushing, walked over to help, Wen Yishan walked slowly to the study, and only said when the door was about to close: "You are easy Bar."

Song Yuan seemed to be afraid that Wen Ye would be sad, and the hand hanging by his side touched his arm one after another, but in fact, Wen Ye was not as sad as he imagined.Once the results of many things are clearly seen, the process does not seem so important, just like after he confirmed that there are indeed parents who do not love their children, he becomes more relaxed.

"I still have something upstairs." Wen Ye stood up, "You can take it home with me."

Wen Ye hasn't been in this bedroom for a long time. In order to get angry with Wen Yishan when he was a child, Gao Lan took him to other cities to study in other cities without Wen Ye's consent. , took him back to Qiancheng, but this time he was lucky, he met Song Yuan.

Wen Ye stood on the stool, took down the figure of Iron Man on the top of the bookcase and handed it to Song Yuan, perhaps to enliven the atmosphere, the second Song Yuan received the figure, he raised his head and asked Wen Ye: "Do you love me more?" Iron Man still loves me more?" Wen Ye smiled and reached for another figure, Song Yuan stood behind him and said to himself, "Don't worry, I won't be jealous of a few pieces of non-ferrous metal."

It took a lot of time to pack a few books and handicrafts. When Wen Ye and Song Yuan walked to the door with their things in their arms, they heard some loud arguing outside the door. The protagonists were easy to identify. They were Wen Yishan and Gao Lan. They've left, the louder and louder voices appearing reckless.

Because the villa is very quiet, Wen Yishan can hear every word clearly, such as "This is the son you gave birth to", "It's better to have a dog than such a shameful thing", "You shouldn't have put him in the past." bring back".Compared with Wen Yishan, Gao Lan's tone sounded more sad, but after a few arguments, she also desperately wanted to throw Wen Ye's "mistake" on Wen Yishan.

"Is it me who wants to give birth? If you didn't insist on saying that Wen Shu's health is not good, I will be born again? Now you know to blame me! Let me tell you, it is said in the book that homosexuality is born! Wen Yishan, I told You have a share too!" Song Yuan couldn't help trembling, he put the things in his arms on the ground, and reached out to open the door, but was stopped by Wen Ye who stood aside.

Sensing Song Yuan's gaze, Wen Ye turned his head, smiled and mouthed to him: They're almost done arguing.Song Yuan didn't speak, and the quarrel downstairs didn't stop. When he got angry, he forgot all the quality and upbringing.But the person who should be most sad has no expression, just lowered his head, staring at the mottled brass handle on the door.

Wen Ye didn't know what he was thinking, he seemed to have thought about everything, and he seemed to be thinking about nothing, his thoughts were pulled back by the sudden decrease in the volume beside his ears, Wen Ye was startled for a moment, and looked down at him standing with frowning eyes. Song Yuan in front of him.

Wen Ye mouthed to Song Yuan, and Song Yuan could see that Wen Ye was asking him: What are you doing.

"Turn down the volume." Song Yuan raised his hand to cover Wen Ye's ears, and imitated Wen Ye's mouth shape, paused and added in a breathy voice: "By the way, help you divert your attention."

Wen Ye didn't refuse, he and Song Yuan leaned together, because they were very close, and he could see Song Yuan's beautiful eyes as long as he lowered his head.It wasn't until the sound of the living room disappeared that Wen Ye said to Song Yuan, "It's very useful."