Counterfeit

When Song Yuan came out of the dressing room, Wen Ye was leaning against the glass showcase and chatting with the waitress next to him.

He was wearing a dark plaid suit, the collar of his shirt seemed to be ripped open randomly, and the hem of the clothes was tucked into the waistband of his trousers perfunctorily. The girl opposite him didn't know what to say. He lowered his eyelids lazily, and then said with emotion with a smile: " That's not good."

The girl pursed her lips and looked at him. After a while, she reached out and took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from the glass showcase, as if she really wanted him to try it.

Wen Ye didn't answer, but the girl seemed to be very persistent, and passed the glasses in her hand a little more.

Wen Ye didn't seem to be able to refuse, he took the glasses, put his head down on the bridge of his nose, then turned around without warning, and met Song Yuan's gaze frankly.

He gently supported the frame with his index finger knuckles, raised his eyebrows and said to him: "She said I look good wearing this."

"Does it look good?" Wen Ye asked him.

Wen Ye seldom wears formal clothes. In Song Yuan's memory, he always walks around in cheap sweaters.He is standing there now, his body and face can almost overlap with Wen Shu, but for some reason, Song Yuan feels that Wen Ye and Wen Shu are becoming less and less alike.

"It doesn't look good." Song Yuan felt a little irritable. He turned his eyes away and walked inside. Wen Ye followed him, but his steps were bigger than his.

After walking a few steps inside, Song Yuan saw Wen Shu standing in the back room. He and Lu Keying were standing together, they looked like a good match.

Wen Ye, who was following behind, stood beside him at some point. He tilted his head and said in a volume that only the two of them could hear: "If Wen Shudai, you think it looks good."

The hot air was blowing on Song Yuan's ears, he frowned lightly, his eyes were still glued to Wen Shu who was adjusting his trouser waist: "Yes."

Wen Ye smiled, stretched out his hand to hook the frame of the mirror and pulled it to the tip of his nose, and said in a low and deep voice, "It's really eccentric."

Song Yuan did not refute.

After waiting for a while, Wen Shu came over. He took a look at Wen Yesai's messy clothes, and frowned a little: "Can you wear your clothes well?"

Wen Ye looked down, then stretched out his hand to pull out the half-tucked shirt, put his hands in the pockets of his trousers, leaned against the door frame like soft bones, and said with a smile: "I didn't show anything, why didn't I look good?" wore."

Wen Shu frowned and said nothing. After a while, the waitress came over with a box.

"Do you want to take pictures?" She held up the camera in her hand and looked at them with some embarrassment.

Song Yuan didn't like taking pictures very much, but because Wen Shu didn't refuse, he nodded with a smile.

The three of them stood in front of the white wall, because Song Yuan was lower than Wen Ye and Wen Shu, so he stood in the middle.

The girl holding the Polaroid bent down, pointed the camera at them, and counted down: "Three, two, one!"

With a click, the photo paper came out from the end of the camera little by little. The girl squeezed the photo paper and shook it a few times, then put it on the table.

Because Lu Keying wanted to pick up the veil, she stood in the reception room and called Wen Shu, who walked over to read the picture album with Lu Keying.Song Yuan's cell phone rang for a long time, he looked down, opened the door and went outside to answer the phone.

The voice through the glass door sounded a little fuzzy, and his tone was originally calm, but after several exchanges, he became impatient, he frowned, and the corners of his eyes slightly raised, "Just do whatever you want. ", "What does it have to do with me?", "I don't even have parents, do I still care about an uncle with a different surname?"

Song Yuan lowered his head, fiddled with the toe of his shoes on the spot of light falling on the ground, his fingers holding the phone were thin and white, even though the words he said were as sharp as knives, his appearance was still innocent.

Wen Ye stood up from the sofa, walked to the table, and looked down at the photo paper that was gradually showing color.I don't know what the three of them were thinking when they took the photo, but judging from the photos, Song Yuan was the happiest one.The oversized gray suit draped over him, revealing a small bone protruding from his shoulder.

Wen Ye touched Song Yuan's shoulder a long time ago.

Wen Shu went to the hospital because of acute appendicitis that day, Song Yuan stood in front of his desk, throwing away the half-made competition paper in his hand.

Because it had just rained, the damp smell in the air made people breathless, Wen Ye tilted his head, looking down at Song Yuan who was looking up at the brick wall with his head up.

"I can't get over it." Song Yuan's voice quickly dissipated in the wind.

"Do you still want to see him?"

The answer was obvious, so after 10 minutes, Wen Ye squatted on the wall and stretched out his hand towards Song Yuan.

Wen Ye's hands are big, and the knuckles are also obvious. They are about the same age, but Wen Ye's masculine characteristics are much more obvious.

"Your hands are so dirty." Song Yuan gently held Wen Ye's fingers, and the person standing on top lifted him up a little bit like catching a kitten.

Wen Ye just laughed, he stood on the wall, with his other hand tightly grasping the protruding stone of the wall, the wind poured into his clothes, blowing up a big bulging bag.

With the help of Wen Ye, Song Yuan pushed his feet against the wall and was pulled up. Compared with Wen Ye, Song Yuan looked much more embarrassed.He almost climbed up by sticking to the wall, his jacket and trousers were stained with mud, so wet that he didn't want to touch it.

Wen Ye supported the wall with one hand, jumped sideways, drew a neat arc, and finally landed firmly on the ground.

Wen Ye stood up straight, took two steps back to make room for him, and then looked up at him.

The wind suddenly picked up, and Song Yuan's hair, clothes, and skin exposed to the air were blown into a mess. He paused, and then said vaguely: "I suddenly felt that it was wrong to do this."

"I can ask the teacher for leave and—"

"Are you scared?" Wen Ye interrupted.

Song Yuan quickly replied, "No."

Wen Ye didn't expose his frivolous lie, he took two steps forward and stood under the wall, raised his head, and opened his arms towards him.

"You jump down, I'll follow you."

After the words fell, a car passed by quickly on the road, muddy water splashed up and fell very close to Wen Ye.

Song Yuan glanced at Wen Ye whose clothes were clean, then lowered his eyes to look at the mud on his body, subconsciously refused and said: "My body is too dirty."

Wen Ye didn't seem to hear, he still stood under the wall with open arms, the wind blew his hair, revealing his bright eyebrows, like a rich medieval oil painting hanging in the corner of an art gallery.

Like a stuck video tape, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, as if only the sound of the wind blowing through the skin could be heard.After a while, Song Yuan moved cautiously, changing his posture from kneeling to sitting on the high wall, with his legs hanging in the air.Because the movement was too big, the blue and white trousers were rolled up, revealing a small piece of thin and white ankle.

"Then I'll jump." Song Yuan looked down, but didn't say the second half of the sentence "You have to catch me".

"I'll follow you."

Wen Ye answered what was in his heart like a roundworm in his stomach.

Song Yuan heaved a sigh of relief, and slowly loosened his fingers clinging to the cracks in the bricks. He closed his eyes, and jumped down.

The sound of the wind in the ear lasted less than two seconds, Song Yuan threw himself into a slightly hot embrace, the sound of the wind disappeared, and the sound of a strong heartbeat crashed into Song Yuan's ears.

Song Yuan opened his eyes and saw the faint smile on Wen Ye's lips.

"Look, you have received it." Wen Ye's tone was relaxed, with a childish hint of showing off.

Wen Ye sat on the ground, with his elbows propped on the ground, the other hand tightly around Song Yuan's waist, his chin resting on his shoulder, and the small bone hurt him.

Fascinated, Wen Ye moved his hand away from Song Yuan's waist, gently grasped his shoulder, and squeezed his fingers little by little to wrap around the small protrusion.

Song Yuan didn't seem to notice anything, he got up from Wen Ye, and after saying thank you briefly, he trot to the side of the road to hail a taxi, ignoring the wet mud on his knees.

They soon arrived at the city hospital. After reading the pale-faced news, Song Yuan stood outside the ward and confirmed the postoperative precautions with the nurse over and over again.

Wen Ye stood aside and looked at Song Yuan's back. The clothes were dirty, and the coolness of the wet mud permeated through the fabric, penetrating into the skin, bones, and heart little by little.The elbow scratched by the stone was aching, and fine blood beads slowly seeped out, and quickly blended with the surrounding mud.

At that moment, Wen Ye suddenly had the urge to tear the wound even bigger, he wanted to smear the blood on his face, and let Song Yuan know that he was also injured.

But he didn't.

Wen Ye looked down at the photo paper in his hand, Song Yuan standing in the middle was still as eccentric as before, even for a group photo, he still could not restrain himself from turning his body and heart to Wen Shu's side over and over again.

"What's wrong?" Song Yuan pushed the door and walked over after finishing the phone call, standing beside Wen Ye.

"It's okay." With some difficulty in refocusing the blurred vision, Wen Ye handed the photo paper in front of Song Yuan's eyes, casually raised his eyebrows and smiled, and said, "Look, am I the most handsome in this photo?"

After speaking, he stuffed the photo into Song Yuan's hand, turned around and walked in.

Wen Ye didn't expect Song Yuan's answer, but when Song Yuan calmly said "it's okay", his heart revived for the thousand and one time, unexpectedly and expectedly.