Counterfeit

When Wen Ye came in from the outside, he saw two empty wine glasses placed in front of Song Yuan.

Song Yuan looked over, looked past him and landed on the person behind him, and the speed of blinking became slow.

"They said they made the rice wine themselves." Song Yuan reached out and touched the glass, his eyes bent down: "Drink it well."

"Why are you drinking again?" Wen Shu walked over, picked up the cup, put it under his nose and smelled it, the smell of alcohol that lingered for a long time made Wen Shu frowned.

"We'll take you back." Wen Shu put down his glass and said to Song Yuan.

On the way back, the atmosphere in the car became too quiet, Lu Keying sat quietly in front, Wen Shu looked in the rearview mirror from time to time, Wen Ye sat next to Song Yuan, and asked him not to spit on her with a smile .

The music on the radio was mixed with the sound of electrical current, Wen Ye tilted his head, glanced at Song Yuan, who was pale, and patted the back of the chair in front of him.

"Turn off the music." Wen Ye's voice was very soft, "It's too ugly."

Before Wen Shu reached out, Lu Keying turned off the radio before him, and then smiled at Wen Ye.

After nearly four or ten minutes, Song Yuan heard Wen Shu call his name.Wen Shu opened the car door, reached out to take his arm, and helped him out.

"Go back and drink some water and sleep." Seeing that he could stand still, Wen Shu withdrew his hand.

Song Yuan lowered his head and smiled, his state was about [-]% true and [-]% false. Before he drank the two cups of rice wine, he did not expect the wine to be so strong, and the bowl of ice that he forced himself to eat Fen, now my stomach hurts like a bag of stones.

"What are you doing down here?" Wen Shu asked suddenly.

Wen Ye walked around the front of the car, and he stood on the other side, his gaze swept over Song Yuan in a neutral manner, and fell on his pink neck: "I'll take a taxi back by myself."

"There is still a game tonight." Wen Ye turned around and said as he walked out, "Don't worry about me."

Scattered lights were lit in the cubicle next to the viaduct, and the dust floating in the air was illuminated, covering the entire sky.

"Young man, how many laps do we have to make on the elevated road?" After getting off the elevated road, the uncle sitting in the driver's seat couldn't help but turn his head and look back.

Wen Ye sank into the back seat, his two long legs curled up aggrievedly, Wen Ye lowered his eyes and hid his chin in his collar.

"Go back to that place just now." Wen Ye reached into his pocket and touched the candy inside, there was only one, lonely, just like him.

"Master, do you have any cigarettes?"

"Yes." The driver took the cigarette box on the center console, squeezed it a little harder, and the paper package quickly shrank, "There are only twelve, and this cigarette is very choking."

Wen Ye reached out to take it, and the tobacco crumbs fell down rustlingly. He smiled and said it was all right.

The taxi stopped in front of the viewing fountain, Wen Ye handed over two red banknotes, opened the door and got out of the car.He walked around the front of the car, stood in front of the driver's window, held the cigarette between his fingers, bent down and knocked on the window.

The driver handed him the crumpled change, but Wen Ye didn't pick it up, "It's your cigarette money."

Wen Ye bit the cigarette in his mouth, smiled vaguely and said, "Master, borrow a fire."

The erratic fire light illuminated Wen Ye's eyebrows and eyes, leaving shadowy spots on the tip of his nose and lips. Wen Ye half-closed his eyes and took a breath. The white mist covered his eyes, and the acrid feeling seemed to cut through his throat.

"I thought you just smoked in the car."

"No." Wen Ye flicked the cigarette between his fingers, and a small piece of ash fell on the ground, "Someone won't let me smoke in the car."

While starting the car, the driver joked that he was a strict wife, but Wen Ye just smiled with his head down and did not refute.

Walking from the gate to the villa in the middle of the lake, the fire in Wen Ye’s hand was flickering. He thought a lot, such as the gray suit in the bridal shop, the Polaroid on the table, and the rice wine he didn’t drink after dinner. .But these things, going round and round, the protagonist of each is Song Yuan.

The flame from the cigarette butt was about to reach his fingertips, Wen Ye took another puff, then bent down to crush the cigarette butt, and threw it into the trash can next to him.

Wen Ye pushed open the door, walked through the dimly lit corridor, and saw Song Yuan's shoes at the entrance. Song Yuan was probably really drunk, and the shoes that would normally be neatly arranged were now thrown into a mess.Wen Ye looked down for a while, then took off his shoes and put them together with Song Yuan's.

Walking through the spiral staircase covered with woolen carpet, Wen Ye smelled the smell of jasmine, which came from the bathroom.Wen Ye walked to the door, put his hand on the half-hidden door of the bathroom, but didn't push it open.

Light wrapped in damp moisture leaked through the cracks, Wen Ye knocked on the door, but no one answered.

"Song Yuan?"

Wen Ye called his name, and he lowered his eyes, catching the light-colored carpet wet with water in his sight.

Wen Ye pushed open the door, and in the overflowing bathtub, he saw Song Yuan lying in it, motionless.

He was still wearing clothes, and the loose hem of his clothes soaked in the water floated on the surface of the water, and the exposed skin was flushed red from the high water temperature.The steaming steam made people's vision blurred, Wen Ye stood by the bathtub, his socks were wet by the water on the ground, he lowered his eyes, looking at the embarrassed Song Yuan who was soaking in the water.

"What are you doing?" Wen Ye asked him hoarsely.

Song Yuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the water droplets on the eyelashes fell on his face, turning into a vague wetness in the air.The high water temperature catalyzed the alcohol, and Song Yuan's brain seemed to be stuffed with lead, making his eyes black for bursts, and he couldn't breathe.

Song Yuan's hand on the side of the bathtub slipped unconsciously, and then fell heavily into the water, splashing on Wen Ye's pants.

Wen Ye bent over, stretched his hands into the scalding water, hooked Song Yuan's knees, carried him out, and carried him on his shoulders.The heat from Song Yuan's skin spread over Wen Ye's body, and the hot and humid person was distracted.

He put Song Yuan on the bed, his chestnut hair became darker due to the humidity, and it was softly pressed against Song Yuan's forehead.

"You know, you can't take a hot bath when you're drunk." Wen Ye knelt beside the bed, wiping the water droplets off Song Yuan's face with the back of his hand.

Song Yuan opened his eyes and saw Wen Ye with a gloomy expression.

"So." Wen Ye twitched the corner of his mouth, and slid his finger down his cheek to his Adam's apple, "Are you planning to die because of Wen Shu?"

A strong wind blew outside the window, and the tall dead branches snapped off. The sound of the wind grew together with the water vapor spreading on the sheets, bringing a heavy silence.

Song Yuan didn't answer Wen Ye's ridiculous question, his eyelids became heavy due to the steaming alcohol, and a second before he closed his eyes, he saw Wen Ye leave the room.

The next morning, Song Yuan was awakened by the vibration of the mobile phone pressed under the pillow.He hung up the phone, sat up on the bed, stared at the wrinkled clothes on his body, and spent more than ten seconds sorting out what happened yesterday.

He drank and took a bath in the bathtub without taking off his clothes, because the water temperature was too high for him to get up.

The memory was interrupted at this point, Song Yuan picked up the vibrating mobile phone, and a familiar female voice came from the opposite side.

"President Song, the car has already arrived at your door." Shen Feng said to him.

Song Yuan paused: "What?"

"At [-]:[-] this morning, the flight to Vancouver." Shen Feng told him, "You can come down after simply washing up."

Song Yuan hung up the phone, got off the bed, and walked to the bathroom.Seeing the bathtub full of water, the undried water stains on the tiles, and the pale self in the mirror.Song Yuan turned on the faucet, wiped his face with water, and became more awake.

It took 13 minutes for Song Yuan to change into clean clothes and walk down the stairs. When he saw the shoes placed in the entrance, he suddenly realized that Wen Ye had disappeared.That tall and lonely figure is not a hallucination after drinking, Wen Ye, who has been here with a smile all the time, was not in this house yesterday.

Song Yuan was not very good at guessing the thoughts of people other than Wen Shu, so he put on his shoes and went out, the driver waiting outside opened the car door for him.

On the way to the airport, through the car window, the rapidly receding scenery outside the window was dazzling. Song Yuan turned his head and closed his eyes.

There are very few people in the airport hall on weekdays, so when Song Yuan pushed open the glass door to go in, he saw Wen Ye at a glance.Like a pair of lazy bones, leaning limply against the pillar, tilting his head and waving at him.

Wen Ye came over, looked down at him and said, "What a coincidence."

A female voice on the airport radio was announcing boarding information, as if it was his flight.

Wen Ye was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, the hem of the clothes was wrinkled, his hair was messy, there was light blue stubble around his mouth, only his eyes were still bright.

"I've never been to Vancouver." Wen Ye took out his passport from his pocket, smiled and said to him, "So I plan to go with you."

"I have a visa, but I haven't bought a plane ticket yet."

"Because there is no money." Wen Ye said to him.

"Aren't you angry yesterday?" Song Yuan looked at Wen Ye, trying to find disappointment, anger, and hysteria on his face.

"Yeah." Wen Ye raised his hand, threw his passport to Shen Feng who was standing behind, and said casually: "But I want to go to Vancouver more."

Song Yuan bought a plane ticket for Wen Ye, and Wen Ye sat next to him, the light fell on his face through the oval porthole.

Wen Ye suddenly turned his head and met Song Yuan's eyes.They were so close together that their knees touched and their seat belts got tangled.

Song Yuan stretched out his hand to unbuckle the seat belt, but the buckle was very cold, and the heat from his fingertips left a small circle of mist on the iron sheet.

"Song Yuan." Wen Ye called his name softly, Song Yuan hummed, but didn't look up.