Counterfeit

Lu Keying finally chose a pure white veil with thick hollow lace on the edge, which matched her wedding dress very well.

Song Yuan changed into his own clothes and put the ill-fitting suit jacket on the sofa.

"Let's have dinner together tonight." Lu Keying came over, with her hand resting beside her very naturally, and the diamond ring on her ring finger shone with dazzling fire.

"Wen Ye doesn't know where he is going crazy every day. He hasn't seen anyone for a long time..." Lu Keying leaned closer and lowered his voice, as if whispering to a close friend: "His parents are very worried." of."

Song Yuan smelled Lu Keying's body, it was very sweet, like plump and plump fruit.

"Okay." Song Yuan looked away from the diamond ring, and smiled at her: "I haven't had dinner with Brother Wenshu for a long time."

Wen Shu's car was parked across the road, and Song Yuan followed Wen Shu.When Wen Shu was talking, Song Yuan would turn his head and look up at him, and when he laughed, his eyes drooped, and his slender eyelashes almost touched his lower eyelids.

Wen Ye had never seen these before, Song Yuan was beautiful and vivid.

Walking to the side of the car, Wen Shu sat in the driver's seat, Lu Keying stood in front of the passenger's door, with his hand on the door handle.

Song Yuan stood for a while, suddenly a hand brushed his arm and opened the car door for him.

Song Yuan turned his head, met Shang Wenye's dark eyes, and paused before saying, "Thank you."

He and Wen Ye sat in the back row, and after Lu Keying sat down in the passenger seat, she raised her hand and lightly patted Wen Shu's shoulder: "Look at Wen Ye, he knows how to open the door for you!"

"I've been with your brother for so long, and he hasn't opened the car door for me." Lu Keying turned sideways, her tone full of pity, but Song Yuan could see the meaning of showing off in the slightly raised corner of her mouth .

Song Yuan raised his head and saw Wen Shu's silent eyebrows in the rearview mirror.

The car drove into an alley, even though it was a one-way street, it was still not easy to walk. The roofs on both sides of the street were crooked, and there was a clanging sound from the narrow windows.

"That's right." Lu Keying put down her phone, she turned her head, and looked at Wen Ye who was sitting in the back row from the corner of her eye: "Didn't you live with your girlfriend all the time, why didn't you bring her here with you today?"

Sensing the stiff body of the people around him, Wen Ye lowered his eyes and smiled, curling his fingers by his side: "It's not very convenient."

"It's inconvenient... You must have found a female star, right?" Lu Keying's voice became louder, she wanted to turn around with the seat, but was stopped by Wen Shu's eyes, and she pursed her lips , Sit properly on the seat.

"Almost." Wen Ye casually glanced at the upright Song Yuan sitting next to him, his voice softened, "A little more delicate than a female star."

Song Yuan still looked out of the window, with the ends of his chestnut hair sticking softly to the back of his neck, but his leg crossed the line at some point, and stomped firmly on his foot.

"The temper is also bad." Wen Ye smiled at the gaze cast by Wen Shu in the rearview mirror: "If you are unhappy, you will step on other people's feet casually."

After finishing the words, the corners of Song Yuan's lips twitched unconsciously. He wanted to retract his legs, but found that his knees were being held down by Wen Ye.

Song Yuan turned his head and frowned, his eyes full of warning.

Wen Ye pressed Song Yuan's knee with his palm, and pressed his body forward: "You're right, Song Yuan."

"Have you seen Song Yuan too?" Lu Keying asked him in the front seat.

The temperature in Wen Ye's palm was very hot, his fingers wrapped tightly around his knee, the heat melted on the skin and bones, Song Yuan moved his leg, but couldn't break free.

He raised his hand, squeezed Wen Ye's wrist, moved the hand on his knee away, and said unnaturally: "I guess I've seen it."

The carriage became much quieter, except for Lu Keying who occasionally turned his head to ask for details about the engagement banquet, no one spoke.Song Yuan and Wen Ye sat quietly in the back row. It was not until they got off the car that Wen Ye came over, leaned towards him, and lowered his head: "You must have stepped on too hard."

Song Yuan stared forward, his lips slightly opened and closed: "It deserves it."

Wen Ye walked a few steps side by side with him, and took out a candy from his pocket, wrapped in colored cellophane.

"Eat candy?" Wen Ye asked him with downcast eyes.

Song Yuan glanced at it. He originally wanted to ask what it tasted like, but Wen Shu, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around and called his name. Song Yuan smiled, and while speeding up his pace, he said to Wen Ye: Don’t eat it. .

The place to eat was set at a small southern restaurant surrounded by embroidered screens. Wen Shu took the menu and ordered a few dishes.Song Yuan didn't have much appetite, but because it was Wen Shu's order, he still forced himself to eat a lot.

After eating the last bite of steamed egg, Song Yuan saw the porcelain bowl in his hand, which contained dark brown brown sugar ice powder.

"The ice powder here is quite delicious." Wen Shu said to him, "You can try it."

The stomach stuffed with food began to convulse, Song Yuan smiled and nodded, took a spoonful and put it into his mouth, the speed of chewing became slow due to stomach discomfort.

"Song Yuan isn't used to it?" Lu Keying asked him with blinking eyes, putting her hand on the back of Wen Shu's, "Just because you like food doesn't mean Song Yuan also likes it."

Lu Keying shook Wen Shu's hand, and smiled apologetically at Song Yuan: "He's always like this, when he likes to eat, he thinks that other people like it too."

"No." Song Yuan pinched the white porcelain spoon with his fingers, and his fingertips were slightly red from exertion. He lowered his head and took another bite, with an indistinct smile in his tone: "I really like food."

Song Yuan ate very quickly, and quickly ate half of a full bowl of ice powder. The crushed ice melted into water and floated on the surface. The brown sugar was diluted, and the color became much lighter.

"You should call home." Wen Shu held the phone and looked at Wen Ye who was sitting opposite, "Dad will worry about you."

Wen Ye smiled with drooping eyelids: "When he told me to get out, he said that I would not go home even if I died."

"He was angry." Wen Shu stood up, "Let's go, go and call Dad."

Watching Wen Ye go out with Wen Shu, Song Yuan put down the spoon in his hand, raised his head, and looked at Lu Keying who was sitting opposite.

"Why don't you eat?" Lu Keying asked him suddenly, gently turning the ring on the other hand with her fingers.

"I can't eat anymore." Song Yuan said.

"That's right." Lu Keying rested her elbows on the table, her loosely combed hair fell on her forehead, "Don't force yourself to eat what you can't eat, it will make you uncomfortable."

For some reason, the music in the hotel suddenly changed from piano music to Liang Zhu, and the next second, there was a chatter about "becoming a butterfly" from the next table.

Song Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at the white porcelain bowl in front of him. He stretched out his hand, pushed the spoon in the bowl aside, picked it up, and drank the remaining half bowl of ice powder.

"Some people may feel uncomfortable." Song Yuan looked into Lu Keying's eyes, reached out and took out a piece of paper to wipe his mouth.

"But my stomach seems to be fine." Song Yuan said to her.

Lu Keying looked at him for a while, then said slowly: "Really."