The residual temperature is over

Wen Bieyu was choked with a sip of wine.

Wen Bieyu coughed twice in embarrassment, wiped off the wine that had accidentally spilled on his hand, and then raised his head with a strange expression: "We are married in a fake? You and me?"

The more Yu Shiye thought about it, the more he felt that this idea was reliable: "That's right, it's money, how about it?"

Wen Bieyu raised his eyelids and said slowly, "How much?"

Yu Shiye: "80, if it's not enough, we can discuss it later."

Wen Bieyu smiled: "The wedding fund we planned at the beginning?" He shook his head, "Money is not a problem. I kind of want to agree, but I don't want to agree. Tell me, should I agree or shouldn't?" Woolen cloth?"

The other party's eyes full of deep meaning fell on Yu Shiye.

Yu Shiye read from it that Wen Bieyu wanted to see him bow his head.

It is impossible to bow your head, and it is impossible to bow your head in this life; but 8000 million is also very important, there is a very good candidate in front of you, and you cannot give up.

Yu Shiye pondered for a while and had an idea.

He picked up the wine that Wen Bieyu brought, brought it to his mouth, drank it slowly, then took the roses in the vase, rubbed off the petals, and spread them in the wine glass one by one until it was full.At this point, a brand new "flower bed" appeared, filled with the engagement ring that was given to An Yi, and handed it to Wen Bieyu.

During this series of actions, Yu Shiye's gaze was always on Wen Bieyu, his smile was polite and even affectionate: "I believe this will be a suitable business. For win-win cooperation, I'll do it out of respect."

Yu Shiye's hand holding the wine glass was suddenly held by Wen Bieyu with such force that he could almost hear his finger bones groan.He looked at the man with a little doubt, and met those bright eyes.

The eyes that seemed to be scorched by flames stared at Yu Shiye's face for a long time, and gradually calmed down, Wen Bieyu slowly pulled out a smile.He took off the ring on his hand, revealing the deep imprints on the roots of his fingers from wearing the ring for a long time, then picked up the diamond ring in the wine glass, and put it on himself again.

"It makes sense, we can cooperate for a win-win situation, I agree to this..."

With someone else's ring on the root of the finger, his own ring is free.

Wen Bieyu twisted the plain ring and looked at it, his eyes fell on Yu Shiye, he showed a smile similar to Yu Shiye's, and said, "Come on, it's your turn, I'll wear it for you."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and put his ring on Yu Shiye's finger.

The fingertips touched the ring, not cold, but very hot, covered with Wen Bieyu's body temperature.

Yu Shiye twisted his hands unconsciously. This scene aroused some memories in him. He remembered that when they were together in the past, they also bought a pair of rings. The style was similar to Wen Bieyu's current one, but the material was not platinum but gold. Sterling silver.They held the rings in their hands and gestured for a long time. They both wanted to put on each other's ring fingers, but they didn't dare to move.In the end, they had to find two red strings, one for each person, put on rings and hang them around their necks.

At that time, Wen Bieyu was also like this, with her head bowed, her eyes lowered, a few strands of hair fell on her smooth forehead, and underneath were long and curly eyelashes and a reddish face.The red rope ran across the neck, and the oath was wrapped around the neck; the ring was knocked on the collarbone, a little higher than the heart... and finally, the person who tied the rope came over and kissed him gently on the cheek.

What a wonderful memory.

"This ring was given to me by my ex-husband." Wen Bieyu suddenly said, and raised Yu Shiye's hand, putting it in front of his eyes to appreciate, "He put it on for me first, and I will put it on for you again. Make the best use of everything. Looks pretty fitting, doesn't it?"

The charm in Yu Shiye's heart quickly dissipated.His fingers were heavy, as if they were suddenly tied to the weight of another person... He took a deep breath, suppressed the sudden goosebumps, maintained his demeanor, and nodded affirmatively:

"It's quite appropriate, the weight of the full load time."

***

After finally deciding on a marriage partner, Yu Shiye neither wanted nor could afford to procrastinate this time, so when they parted that night, he directly asked the other party to meet at the wedding company early the next morning.

He came earlier, and when he arrived at the destination, the staff members were all there and busy, but Wen Bieyu hadn't been seen yet.

He was not in a hurry to go in, and simply leaned against the door of the company, smoking a cigarette slowly.

Gray smoke exhaled from the thin lips, condensed in the rainy morning, blurred the man's face, and at the same time, covered the world ahead of the rain with a layer of smoky tulle, everything inside was hazy. Hazy, seems false true.

Under the rain curtain, the cars going to work slid back and forth, and every time a car passed by, a splash of dirty water was splashed.

Yu Shiye looked at it, and suddenly saw Wen Bieyu.

Through the brown car window and the gray-black road, the people on the side of the road looked at the people in the car. In a blink of an eye, he stayed where he was, and the car continued to move forward, and the people in the car could no longer be seen.Much like their past, there are two non-parallel straight lines, moving forward on their own, meeting at one point, and then parting ways.

One of the three major illusions in life is always thinking that someone will be with you forever.

Yu Shiye was pondering, and found that the car was slowly parked in the parking lot ahead. He glanced at the rainy sky, and conveniently put out the remaining half of a cigarette in the trash can, then picked up the umbrella next to him, and trotted to the car door. Cover a clean sky.

Wen Bieyu, who was about to step out of the carriage, looked up: "I have an umbrella."

Yu Shiye smiled and said, "What if I don't bring it? I'm right at the door, so it doesn't take much effort."

Wen Bieyu pondered: "If you want to work in the service industry, you must have something to eat."

Yu Shiye shook his finger: "No, no, as long as there is one person with normal aesthetics in this world, I will have something to eat."

After a few words, the short journey was over, and the two entered the wedding company. Yu Shiye first took Wen Bieyu to the dressing room on the first floor, where a bald old tailor was waiting.This old tailor is exquisite in craftsmanship and has a unique vision. Yu Shiye is always satisfied with the clothes he makes. He has recommended people to An Yi before, but it is a pity that An Yi has his own brand and doesn't like this kind of private production.

Yu Shiye told the old tailor: "This is the one, help me to prepare three suits for him, one for wedding, white, and mine as a pair; the other two suits for ordinary receptions, I need them the day after tomorrow."

The old tailor picked up his glasses, squinted his eyes, scanned Wen Bieyu up and down like an X-ray, and then said: "Time is tight, so I can only try to change what I have."

Yu Shiye: "Let's make do with it first, and I'll trouble you to make some suitable ones for him later."

The old tailor nodded slightly, picked up the tape measure and began to measure Wen Bieyu's size.

Yu Shiye retreated outside, took out a magazine, and waited while reading it. Not long after, the curtain was opened again, and Wen Bieyu, who had changed his clothes, came out.

The white suit perfectly outlines the figure, and the slightly longer hair is slightly tidied up, just bent over the collar, and the neckline buttoned to the top button seems to be a bit restrictive, Wen Bieyu raised his chin slightly, tugged at the collar, and A swan neck is exposed.

Yu Shiye's eyes lit up, and he whistled, "Better than me!"

He stood up, took a look around Wen Bieyu, thought it was beautiful, but it seemed a little monotonous... Yu Shiye took two steps back, looked for the old tailor's accessory box, and took out a sapphire from the box Put on the rose collar pin for Wen Bieyu, then lowered his head to undo his own jewel cufflinks of the same color, and put them on Wen Bieyu's body as well.

After finishing this arrangement, Yu Shiye pulled him to the full-length mirror, stood behind Wen Bieyu, put his hands on the other's shoulders, and accompanied him to look at himself in the mirror.

The more he looked at it, the more satisfied he was, and he was happier than buying a suitable suit. He patted the other person's shoulders with both hands, then raised his arms, tugged at the other person's sleeves, and then went to the waist and hips to adjust the hem of the jacket .

"Don't be too nervous, your body is a little too stiff, relax a little...why is it getting more and more stiff? Are you not tired with your back so straight?"

"You're too close, the air is taken away by you." Wen Bieyu said bluntly.

"Okay." Just after finishing tidying up, Yu Shiye shrugged and took two steps back, "Look for yourself, what do you think?"

Wen Bieyu looked at the mirror in silence for a while, raised his arms, and took two steps. When he stopped, his fingers unconsciously scratched the jewel buttons on his sleeves: "It's okay, it's a little tight."

The old tailor interjected, "Don't worry, I'll fix it for you."

Yu Shiye asked: "Is this the only wedding suit you choose?"

Wen Bieyu was noncommittal, unbuttoned it and returned it to Yu Shiye.

Yu Shiye caught it, handed it to the old tailor, and said: "Turn back and send it with the clothes." Then he explained to Wen Bieyu, "This pair of cufflinks complements you. On the wedding day, we will all wear white suits with sapphires. accessories."

The old tailor squinted his eyes and nodded, writing and scratching in the notebook, probably writing the revision steps.

Wen Bieyu changed back to her clothes, and said casually: "It's just a fake marriage, just fool around casually, why bother to be so serious?"

Yu Shiye: "Some things can be omitted, and some things cannot be omitted. The styling is related to face and comfort, and it must not be omitted."

Wen Bieyu glanced at him: "Then what can be omitted?"

Yu Shiye brought Wen Bieyu to the rest area, where the wedding company's experts had been waiting for a long time.

They sat down on a group of small sofas. Yu Shiye picked up the marker pen in front of him and crossed a thick wedding planning book in front of him. He was beaming with joy: "The wedding is simple! What about a golf lawn wedding, a church wedding, and candlelight on the water?" The wedding...get out of the way of all the messy steps! We will hold the simplest but grand one, just book a good hotel."

After finishing talking about the wedding in his mind, Yu Shiye realized that there was still a wedding party next to him, so he couldn't help asking hypocritically: "Bie Yu, what do you think?"

"Me?" Wen Bieyu said leisurely, "My idea is to go directly to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a certificate, five minutes, nine yuan."

Yu Shiye yearned for a moment, but regretted giving up: "No, this really can't be explained."

He put down the planning book, and opened the Canjin wedding invitation next to it. Inside, the two names "Yu Shiye" and "An Yi" stood side by side.

Yu Shiye mercilessly erased An Yi's name, wrote Wen Bieyu next to it, and explained to the person in charge: "All the invitations are reprinted, with the name and location changed, and the rest unchanged. It will be resent within today. .There is no other request from our side, do you have any questions?"

"Yes, yes." The person in charge said quickly. She was really tired of earning this money. The former person was too lazy, while the latter person was too decisive. No wonder they split up at the end of the day. "The rest of the wedding is up to us." Come and be responsible, make sure it is simple and not troublesome, but there is a link that requires the cooperation of the two of your parents, when you enter the wedding scene, when you walk to each other, your father should accompany you to walk to each other."

Yu Shiye frowned: "Is this necessary?"

The person in charge said helplessly: "It's okay if you don't want it, but it's more formal to have this."

Yu Shiye looked at Wen Bieyu: "Is it in time?" He added, "It doesn't matter if it's too late, anyway, keep everything simple."

Wen Bieyu: "I'll go out and make a phone call, you guys wait."

He stood up from his seat and took the invitation card as he left.

After going out, it was still raining outside, and Wen Bieyu smelled a bit of the bitter taste of nicotine in his nose. In the world blocked by mist and rain, the smell is always like this, and it lingers for a long time.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed a number that he didn't use often: "Dad, I'm getting married... the day after tomorrow... where is... the object?"

He flipped through the invitation card with his name blotted out, twitching the corners of his mouth and showing a sarcastic smile.

"Yu Shiye."

When Wen Bieyu came in again, Yu Shiye was chatting with the person in charge about the short video of the wedding.

The person in charge persuaded Yu Shiye earnestly: "Mr. Yu, I understand that you are busy with work and don't have enough time, but weddings always need some material. The current situation is that you and Mr. Wen don't even have a photo in the same frame, and you don't even have a roll-up banner for the wedding." Can't do it!"

Yu Shiye tilted his head, resting his chin, and listened to the person in charge talking in a bored manner: "You mean to take a group of photos?"

The person in charge explained earnestly: "This is the most basic. In addition, we also recommend that you take time to shoot a short wedding video. This will be a precious memory for you in the future."

Yu Shiye: "How long will it take to shoot these?"

The person in charge quickly looked at his watch: "If you start shooting on location from now on, try to get it done by eight o'clock in the evening."

Yu Shiye turned his head and asked Wen Bieyu, "Are you free?"

Wen Bieyu sat back and said, "No time."

Yu Shiye spread his hands to the person in charge: "Look."

The person in charge was dumbfounded: "You can't just get married naked, right?"

"It's really weird to have a wedding without a single photo, but I really don't have time with him, so I have an idea." Yu Shiye thought carefully, "Didn't An Yi and I take a total of six sets of indoor and outdoor photos and three short videos before? thinking about..."

Wen Bieyu and the person in charge looked at Yu Shiye together, they sensed something was wrong.

Yu Shiye did not disappoint everyone, and announced the answer: "Let's use a face-swapping technology to change my ex's face into my current one, won't it be fine?"

The person in charge turned to look at Wen Bieyu.

Wen Bieyu was still calm and composed: "When did you think of this operation?"

Yu Shiye: "Last night."

Wen Bieyu boasted: "The thinking is very broad."

Yu Shiye is modest: "Time is tight, every link must be carefully calculated."

Seeing that these two unreliable guys chatted more and more speculatively, and they were ready to make a decision on this, the person in charge quickly interrupted: "Although there is already AI face-changing technology, but because of the matching degree of expression and face shape, Not all videos can use this technology, and if you must use it, the resulting video may not look like you.”

More trouble than imagined.

Yu Shiye was slightly disappointed: "Can't you replace it with a photo of your ID?"

Person in charge: "Really not."

Yu Shiye took out the old computer that he brought on purpose: "Fortunately, I still have some photos of you here." He turned on the computer, looked through it for a while, and suddenly smiled, "Ha, there are also our past group photos, this time Can it be used?"

Wen Bieyu also has the same photos, and these photos are directly stored in his mobile phone: "You look different from the 27-year-old you."

Yu Shiye didn't care: "It's okay, isn't it just a photo from nine years ago? People who don't know probably think that we will finally get married after nine years of long-distance running. It's really affectionate and touching."

Wen Bieyu remained silent.He glanced at the desktop, besides Yu Shiye's computer, there was another computer on the table, which was used by the person in charge to display the wedding photos of Yu Shiye and An Yi.He took the computer to his hand and started to operate it.

Yu Shiye searched for a while and found a lot of photos. He was satisfied and said to the person in charge: "Okay, now there are so many photos as materials, whether it is a roll-up banner or a wedding photo, you can post it."

The person in charge said weakly: "There are still short videos..."

Yu Shiye thought for a moment: "In this way, you can do as much as you can with the on-site editing that day, and play it directly after finishing."

All the way up to this point, he felt that it was almost done, and was about to ask Wen Bieyu for his opinion, when he saw someone editing a picture in a picture editing software.Retouching is not the key, the key is...

Yu Shiye stared at the computer screen, deeply confused by the effects presented on the computer screen.

"Shouldn't P lose An Yi's face? Why did you give P my face?"

Wen Bieyu was calm and composed: "Did I lose your face? It may be because you are too hateful. I have a problem with this person. When I make pictures, I tend to attack people who don't like me first."

Yu Shiye was speechless for a moment, so he just lowered his head and continued looking for photos.

The person in charge looked at Yu Shiye, then at Wen Bieyu, and found desperately that the two of them were seriously planning to solve everything with P-pictures. She had nothing to say, and could only hurry to discuss overtime work with the retoucher.

Only Yu Shiye and Wen Bieyu were left on the small sofa.

Yu Shiye searched for a long time, when he suddenly saw a photo, he was in a daze for a while.

Wen Bieyu casually said, "Why are you in a daze, have you seen my nude photos?"

Yu Shiye will cover the screen: "...not a nude photo, I don't have your nude photo. What, you have my nude photo?"

Wen Bieyu: "Yes, do you want to take it back?"

Yu Shiye said generously: "No, I'll keep it for you as a souvenir."

"Rare." Wen Bieyu snorted. He held Yu Shiye's face and tossed it for a while. After letting out a breath, he felt comfortable and turned off the computer without saving, "Is there anything else to do?"

Yu Shiye crossed his arms and thought for a while: "Yes. Go and get the certificate, five minutes, nine yuan."

Wen Bieyu remained expressionless: "Very good."

"Also, take a good rest for a day after pulling out the certificate, and wait for the day after tomorrow to get married." Yu Shiye was a little disappointed, "I really didn't expect that my wedding ceremony will be like this."

Wen Bieyu asked back, "What did you think?"

Yu Shiye: "Originally... I thought I would marry An Yi."

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and opened the comfortable communication interface.

Wen Bieyu saw it.He was silent for a while, and said, "Regret? It's too late to regret now."

Yu Shiye didn't answer, he typed a sentence in the chat box.

"The wedding the day after tomorrow will continue as usual, but the groom has changed."

After typing, Yu Shiye locked the screen and said lightly: "Okay, with this sentence, An Yi's death will not appear at our wedding. This wedding is already messy enough, there is no need for more conflicts."

After he finished speaking, he realized that the people beside him had been looking at him.The other party's expression was very strange, and Yu Shiye even felt that he saw disappointment on the other party's face.

"You don't regret it at all?" Wen Bieyu asked.

Regret?

Yu Shiye heard the beating of his own heart, it was calm and orderly, and there was not even a single wrong beat.

So he knew that he really had no regrets, not at all.

"It's over. Did you talk about breaking up casually?"

There was nothing more to say, Wen Bieyu went out and got into the car, ready to discuss evidence.

Yu Shiye was one step behind. He sat alone on the sofa, turned on the computer, and dug out the photos just now.

Photos filled the screen, and memories flooded in front of my eyes.

It was in high school, during the noisy class break, Wen Bieyu was lying on the table to take a nap, beside him was the window, and the sun's froth was like floating feathers, rustling between his eyebrows and the end of his hair, illuminating the His peaceful face.

At that time, he and Wen Bieyu were at the same table.He erected the textbook, spread it out, and carefully put it on Wen Bieyu's head, covering that defenseless sleeping face, then took out his mobile phone, poked it in, and took a picture at a narrow angle and in the dim light. took a photo.

The sand of time is dripping, and the throbbing of the past has withered like fallen leaves.Yu Shiye only vaguely remembered that he didn't want others to see Wen Bieyu's sleeping face, so he used this childish monopolistic method... The book did block other people's eyes, and the phone also left photos that only he knew.

But standing next to each other is no longer the original person.