Counterfeit

When Song Yuan woke up, it was very dark in the carriage, only some faint lights above his head.

Song Yuan moved slightly, the clothes covering his body slipped from his shoulders, and he was about to fall to the ground. Song Yuan wanted to reach out to pick it up, but his hand was more than a beat slower than his brain.

There was the sound of the phone locking the screen above his head, and then he bent down and reached out to pick up the clothes that fell on the ground.Song Yuan was almost buried in Wen Ye's arms, with the warm T-shirt against his cheek, he could hear Wen Ye's heartbeat.

"Wake up." Wen Ye's voice sounded.

Song Yuan sat up, his arms and legs were a little numb, he looked up at Wen Ye.He was wearing a t-shirt, shook the sweater twice, and put it back on neatly. When he stretched his arms, the edge of the t-shirt was slightly rolled up, revealing some blue tattoos on his waist.

Song Yuan wanted to talk at first, but his stomach was full of discomfort. He was afraid that he would spit it out when he opened his mouth, so he nodded with his mouth pursed.

Wen Ye didn't say anything, he opened the door and got in, walked around the front of the car, and stretched his arms before opening the door.

The car started to run. I don't know if it was Song Yuan's illusion. He felt that Wen Ye's car was driving more stably than before.But the car was still stuffy, Song Yuan cleared his throat lightly, trying to open the window a bit.As a result, before he pressed the button, the side window slowly lowered, adjusted several times, and finally stopped in a position that allowed him to breathe without blowing his head.

Song Yuan turned his head sideways, and met Shang Wenye's eyes in the rearview mirror.

"They are going to try on the dresses tomorrow afternoon." Song Yuan's eyes were a little blank, and Wen Ye added: "Wen Shu and Lu Keying."

Song Yuan's eyes disappeared in the rearview mirror, he leaned against the car door and huddled up, humming in a low voice.

"There is no measurement for the best man's clothes, Lu Keying hopes you will go too." Wen Ye tilted his head, but Song Yuan was still not in sight, he paused for a while, and then continued: "If you don't want to go, you don't have to go."

The car drove down the viaduct, and there were several puddles on the uneven ground. The car bumped for a while, and muddy water splashed on the glass.Wen Ye's speed was a little faster, and the car drove into the tunnel, the light inside made people trance, as if entering the gap between night and day.

Song Yuan appeared in the rearview mirror again. He sat in the back seat in a well-behaved manner with a quiet expression.

"Of course I'm going." Song Yuan said.

The next day, Song Yuan woke up very early. He stood in front of the refrigerator with his head down, holding a bottle of soda in his hand, looking in a daze.

Wen Ye stood behind him for a long time, but Song Yuan didn't notice.

Wen Ye walked over and opened the refrigerator door, Song Yuan raised his eyes, and then took two steps back.

"The money is on the coffee table." Song Yuan raised his hand to unscrew the lid of the soda water, but after twisting it several times, it still didn't open, so he put the water aside.

Wen Ye didn't speak, he took an apple from the refrigerator and bit it into his mouth.Song Yuan frowned, and wanted to ask him why he ate it without washing it, but before he could open his mouth, he saw Wen Ye take the water that Song Yuan hadn't opened just now, unscrew the cap of the bottle with a little force, and handed it to him.

Song Yuan looked at Wen Ye's hand, and suddenly felt flustered for no reason.Any interaction between him and Wen Ye comes from needs, he needs psychological comfort, and Wen Ye needs money.

"You don't even wash your food?" Song Yuan said to him.

Wen Ye was still biting the apple, he seemed to be very patient, standing there motionless, waiting for Song Yuan to take the bottle of water.

Song Yuan stood for a while, stretched out his hand towards Wenye, held the bottle, and touched Wenye's fingertip with his ring finger.

Seeing him take the water, Wen Ye took a bite of the apple in his mouth, revealing the light yellow flesh inside, and the aroma overflowed.Seemingly remembering that the apple hadn't been washed, Wen Ye turned on the tap and rinsed it under the water very carelessly.

"I'll go there first in the afternoon." Song Yuan said.

Wen Ye nodded, he took another bite of the apple, then watched Song Yuan turn around, put the water on the table, and walked out.

Wen Ye was standing by the cooking table eating apples. During this period, he saw Song Yuan change clothes back and forth three times, spray perfume on the neckline and cuffs, and arrange his hair in front of the mirror.

He seemed a little distressed, and finally stood at the entrance and called Wen Ye's name.

"Do you think it's okay for me to wear this?" Song Yuan's tone was very serious.

The afternoon sun was very good, casting a small circle of light and shadow on the floor. Song Yuan stood in it, his eyes and the tip of his nose sparkling.

"Wen Shu doesn't seem to like this kind of texture." Song Yuan lowered his head and touched the corner of his clothes, then raised his head again.

Just a little bit, Wen Ye said the phrase "You look good in anything", he took a bite of the apple, smiled at Song Yuan, and said vaguely: "The white one is better. .”

Song Yuan stood in a daze for a while, then went back to his room and changed his clothes.

Wen Ye didn't know when Song Yuan left, he ate the apple in his hand seriously, and didn't stop until there was no pulp left on the dark brown core.

He threw the fruit core into the trash can, picked up the bottle of water that Song Yuan didn't drink, put the lid back on, and put it back in the refrigerator.

Wen Ye saw Song Yuan in the bridal shop after passing a low red tile-roofed house.

He stood in the bridal shop, the warm golden light hit his body, and even the ends of his hair became soft.I don't know when, Wen Ye has a special ability, he can quickly find Song Yuan in the playground full of people.

Like a RMB player in a find-the-fault game, he has countless props to find Song Yuan.

When Wen Ye opened the door and went in, the two curtains in front of Song Yuan swung open, and after a few seconds, Wen Ye heard Song Yuan's soft laughter.

"It's beautiful." Song Yuan looked at Wen Ye and Lu Keying standing in front of him, and commented with a smile.

Wen Shu wanted to say something, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wen Ye walking in, and nodded at him with his chin raised.

"This dress smells like a lot of RMB." Wen Ye sniffed and stood beside Song Yuan.

Lu Keying smiled and gave Wen Ye a supercilious look, then reached out to pull Song Yuan's wrist: "I chose the gray one for Wen Shu before, but he is so stubborn that he insisted on wearing black."

As Lu Keying spoke, she turned around and raised her eyebrows at Wen Shu, with a lively tone: "Now let Song Yuan judge, which one looks better?"

Song Yuan took the gray suit handed over by the waiter, walked up to Wen Shu, stretched out his hands in front of him for comparison, and then showed a somewhat embarrassed smile: "They all look good, what should I do."

"It's easy." Sitting on the armrest of the sofa, Wen Ye took out a candy from his pocket, unwrapped it and threw it into his mouth, and said vaguely, "We'll get married twice."

"Why do you talk so much." Wen Shu glanced at Wen Ye, then turned to the waiter next to him and said, "It should be gray, the waist is a bit loose, change it."

"What about yours?" Wen Shu looked at Lu Keying, "Is there anything else that needs to be changed?"

"You haven't praised how beautiful it is yet." Lu Keying walked over and put her arms around Wen Shu's neck, Song Yuan subconsciously took two steps back.

Wen Shu turned his eyes away from Song Yuan, looked down at the smiling Lu Keying, and said to her: "It looks good."

Song Yuan stood still.

"Aren't you going to try on the best man's suit?" Wen Ye stepped aside, fiddled with the suits hanging on the rack with his fingers, "Did he choose the ugliest one for us just to show off his handsomeness?"

The waiter who had been following her all the time didn't turn her head. She raised her head and met Shang Wenye's dark eyes, but she couldn't say a word when she reached her mouth.

"Are you and Mr. Wen twins?" the girl asked him, "They look alike."

Wen Ye withdrew his hand, he glanced at Wen Shu who was standing on the other side, and said in a low voice, "No."

The best man's clothes were placed on the glass cabinet, Song Yuan looked down, the snow-white neck looked very thin, and the back seemed even thinner.

Wen Ye walked over and looked at the best man suits on top. There were two sets, one was black and gray checked, and the other was light linen gray.Song Yuan rested his fingers on the glass cabinet, knocking one after another, he seemed a little unsure about paying attention, and muttered in his mouth: "Which one should I choose——"

"lattice."

"grey."

Wen Ye and Wen Shu spoke at the same time, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward. The brothers who had almost the same appearance gave completely different answers.

Song Yuan's fingertips hanging in mid-air fell lightly, he touched the gray set, raised his head and smiled at Wenye: "Since you like the grid set so much, then I'll let you."

With a cheerful tone and a standard smile, Song Yuan never showed it in front of him.Wen Ye reached out to take the lattice set, and casually said thank you.

Song Yuan and Wen Ye walked into the curtain to change their clothes. Through the wall, Song Yuan could hear the friction of the fabric.

When changing his shirt, Song Yuan didn't bother to unbutton it. He put the shirt on his head directly, but for some reason, the hem of the shirt got twisted together with the tag on the back collar.

He couldn't put it on, and he couldn't take it off.

"Excuse me, there is something wrong with my clothes, can someone come in?"

After Song Yuan finished speaking, he heard a crackling sound from the curtain facing his back.

Song Yuan still lowered his head, trying to untie the button stuck on his collarbone: "Something seems to be hanging from the back of the clothes."

"It's up to the hang tag." The person standing behind said while reaching out to touch his back, and the dry fingertips ran across his back groove, as if flirting.

"Who let you in—" Song Yuan frowned and wanted to turn around.

"Don't move." Wen Ye pressed his shoulders, reached out to untie the hem of his twisted clothes, Wen Ye's movements were very slow, fingers and palms touched his neck and back very casually.The two were very close, and Wen Ye's moist breath fell on the back of his neck, making people want to curl up into a ball unconsciously.

After a while, Song Yuan heard Wen Ye say "Okay", then opened the curtain and walked out.