Counterfeit

The airport on the east side is not too close from Xicheng, and Wenye’s phone calls never stopped during the nearly one-hour drive. Song Yuan listened to Wenye’s arrangements for the projects to be carried out during his absence, and his sentences were concise and clear.Song Yuan thought of Wen Ye once telling him how much he disliked running the company, but now he is still doing a good job.

Song Yuan withdrew his gaze towards Wen Ye, and curled his fingers unnaturally at his side. It was a bit stupid to say it, but Song Yuan couldn't find a reason for Wen Ye to like him. He used to think that he could work I gave Wen Ye some help, but it seems that Wen Ye doesn't need it anymore.Something was rapidly draining from the body, so fast that Song Yuan couldn't catch it.

Because the tickets were booked in a hurry, the seats of Wen Ye and Song Yuan were not together, they were divided into two rows, the front row was near the window, and the back row was near the aisle.When he was about to board the plane, Wen Ye stood on the steps and silently handed the two tickets to Song Yuan, and Song Yuan very naturally took the ticket with Wen Ye's name on it in the back row.

Sensing the gaze on his face, Song Yuan raised his head and said, "I drank too much water today, so it's convenient to go to the bathroom in the aisle." Wen Ye took off the Bluetooth headset, lowered his eyes and hummed, seeming to understand Song Yuan's explanation. don't care too much.

After getting on the plane, Song Yuan sat down behind Wen Ye. From that angle, he could see the tip of Wen Ye's nose and the corners of his lips, but if he tilted his head again, he could see most of Wen Ye's profile.Even though the position was not comfortable, Song Yuan still tilted his head and peeked at Wen Ye blatantly for a long time.He watched Wen Ye ask the stewardess for sparkling water with ice, signed four electronic documents, clicked on a movie with a dark tone, and pressed pause after watching it for a while.

When Wen Ye turned his head, Song Yuan withdrew his gaze, pretending to be looking at the not-so-white clouds outside the porthole.Repeatedly like this, the plane landed, Song Yuan and Wen Ye got off the plane, and boarded the commercial vehicle back to Wen's old house.On the road, Wenye's interest seemed low, the butler sitting in the passenger seat could only chat with Song Yuan, smiling at him from the rearview mirror from time to time.

"How is uncle?"

"The plaster has already been put on. It's fine. It's just that people's bones are brittle when they get old, and accidents are prone to accidents."

Song Yuan nodded, and subconsciously looked at Wen Ye who was sitting next to him. Wen Ye closed his eyes, as if he didn't hear anything.

The car quickly drove into the urban area, and when passing an alley, Wen Ye suddenly said: "Stop here." Although the driver was puzzled, he stopped quickly, Wen Ye opened the door, and went straight to a house diagonally ahead. In front of the store, Song Yuan heard the butler say with a smile: "This red bean cake is the master's favorite, I don't think the young master still remembers it."

Because Wen Ye seldom even said the word dad, unexpectedly he would remember old man Wen's favorite snacks. When Wen Ye got into the car again, Song Yuan couldn't help but look at him a few more times, probably because his gaze was too obvious, When I looked at it for the last time, I met Wen Ye's gaze very accurately.

He was still holding the paper bag of red bean cakes in his hand, looked at Song Yuan raised his hand, raised his eyebrows and asked him: "You want to eat too?" After a while, he shook his head and said no.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when we arrived at Wenye's house, and the sound of dishes clashing could be heard in the yard. When Wenye pushed the door and entered, the man sitting in the main seat was full of surprise. The next second, he He frowned unconsciously.Wen Ye glanced at the sauced elbow on the table, and said with a smile: "It seems that your appetite is quite good."

Wen Yishan and Gao Lan didn't speak, Song Yuan walked in and said hello to uncle and aunt with a smile, Wen Yishan seemed to have forgotten the episode of the last quarrel, and smiled at Song Yuan.Wen Ye found a vacant seat and sat down. He put the red bean cakes he bought on the table, because no one noticed, and after a while, the aunt who set the dishes took it away.

Song Yuan stopped the aunt who was about to go to the kitchen, took the red bean cake in her hand, and handed it to Wen Yishan with a smile: "Your son deliberately took a long way to buy it for you, and you have been waiting in line for a long time." Ye Ye didn't speak, he watched Wen Yishan take the bag and put it aside again.

"I'm diabetic now, so I can't eat this kind of sweet." Wen Yishan looked at Wen Ye, his expression a little uneasy, "You would never buy such a sweet thing back if you offered me dessert." Wen Ye picked it up The chopsticks picked up the lettuce in front of the chopsticks at random, and then said with a smile: "Whenever you serve me snacks, you won't refuse to eat a bite."

Wen Yishan wanted to say something at first, but was stopped by Wen Shu, he stood up, picked up a crab for Wen Yishan, and then picked up another crab for Song Yuan very familiarly: "The one just delivered this morning .” Song Yuan subconsciously looked at Wen Ye, but Wen Ye just lowered his head to eat the lettuce in front of him, not looking at him.

No one in the room spoke any more, Auntie came out from the kitchen to carry a plate of crab shells, and went all the way to Song Yuan.Seeing the undamaged hairy crabs on his plate, the hand reaching for the plate was a little hesitant, Song Yuan took the initiative to pass the plate to her, said thank you softly, and sat across from Wen Shu to glance at him.

The meal with a bad atmosphere ended quickly, except for Wen Ye, who was still eating a small cake, everyone put down their chopsticks.Wen Yishan probably didn't want to see Wen Ye very much, and asked Gao Lan to follow him upstairs with a somewhat aggressive tone, closing the bedroom door loudly.At the same time, Wen Ye put down his chopsticks, raised his head and drank the water at hand, stood up and prepared to leave.

Song Yuan stood behind Wen Ye, thinking about how to start a conversation, when Wen Shu suddenly called him.Song Yuan turned around, and he saw Wen Shu took a leather-covered photo album from the shelf behind him, opened it, flipped through a few pages, and pulled out a photo.

"The photo from last time has been developed." Wen Shu put the photo on the table, and the light from the overhead chandelier cast down, and the light spot covered Song Yuan's face in the photo, and the facial features of the person standing next to him became very clear.

Song Yuan looked at the group photo of two people on the table, his temples twitched violently a few times, he completely forgot about Wen Shu standing on the side, subconsciously looked into Wen Ye's eyes, and said quickly: "This is not the two of us. Shot alone."

Wen Ye didn't speak, he stood for a while, stretched out his hand to touch the photo lightly, and then said to Song Yuan: "There is nothing else, you can go first." Song Yuan stood very straight, his voice was a little hoarse and he said no to go, Then turned to look at Wen Shu: "Where's the original photo? You—"

"Song Yuan." Wen Ye called his name, but didn't look at him, "I'll say it again, you go first."

Song Yuan let go of the tightly clenched hands hanging by his side, he said yes in a low voice, but when he turned to leave, he was stopped by Wen Ye again.Wen Ye picked up the photo on the table and put it in Song Yuan's pocket. He looked into Song Yuan's eyes and said calmly, "Remember to take your things away."

Watching Song Yuan disappear from sight, Wen Ye walked out of the living room and walked into the yard, Wen Shu followed behind him, until they reached the yard behind the house, Wen Ye and Wen Shu stopped.

Wen Ye looked down at the soda can at his feet, paused for a few seconds, raised his foot and kicked it aside, the empty soda can made a noise, he looked up at Wen Shu standing opposite, and asked with a smile: "Take a p Are the photos interesting?"

Wen Shu looked away from the soda can that was kicked flat by the corner, looked at Wen Ye who was wearing a black suit, and said, "So Song Yuan likes you." Wen Shu paused for a while, and continued to ask: "You two plan to be together ."

Wen Ye didn't answer, and Wen Shu didn't seem to expect Wen Ye's answer either. He lowered his head and glimpsed the wound on the inside of Wen Ye's wrist out of the corner of his eye: "If the family knows that you like men, Dad may kill you." Wen Ye Just laughing, he held the cigarette case, with his index finger against the corner of the case: "If he kills me, you must be the one who handed the knife."

Wen Shu listened quietly, without rebuttal, until Wen Ye took out a cigarette and bit it in his mouth, he said: "Song Yuan liked me before, but now he likes you, have you thought about the reason?" Wen Ye lit the cigarette, and Bai The smoke kept floating upwards, Wen Ye took it down and held it between his fingers.

"If I had revealed it at the time, you are just a younger brother who looks like me to him now. You and Song Yuan are not the same kind of person. I am doing it for your own good. Don't be stupid."

Sure enough, he is a real brother, even when stabbed with a knife, he knows where the pain is the most. Wen Ye's hand holding the cigarette hangs by his side, his fingertips tremble unconsciously, and the ashes of the cigarette fall down, Wen Ye bites the cigarette, his hand casually Putting it in the pocket, the words were a little slurred: "You'd better stop talking now, or I will really hit you."

Probably because he couldn't bear the smell of smoke, Wen Shu quickly returned to the room, and through the door, Wen Ye could hear Wen Yishan and Gao Lan's relaxed and cheerful voices, which was only for Wen Shu.

When Wen Ye came out of the yard, the sky was very dark, and the tone was like the love movie he hadn't finished watching on the plane. He didn't know if the hero and heroine were together.Wen Ye stood by the wall and lit another cigarette, but he didn't smoke. He just lowered his eyes to watch the bluish-white smoke swirl along his fingers, and then was blown away by a gust of wind.A small piece of soot fell to the ground, and with it, there were bright sparks.

The white cigarette was burnt to black, Wen Ye looked down for a while, then threw the cigarette away.

Rounding the corner, Wen Ye saw Song Yuan squatting beside an old-looking red wall. At the same time, Song Yuan also saw him. Song Yuan stood up and walked towards him.He must have been waiting for a long time, the tip of his nose and the tip of his eyes were red, the corners of his mouth were straight, and the photo in his hand was wrinkled.

Song Yuan looked up at him, his Adam's apple trembled slightly, and after a few seconds, he said, "It's not what you thought, I didn't come to your house that day to find Wen Shu, and this photo wasn't taken by the two of us alone." Song Yuan's voice couldn't stop trembling. He lowered his head, spread out the crumpled photo in his hand, smoothed the wrinkles with his fingertips, and handed it to Wen Ye, with a very stiff and light tone: "You It can be seen for sure, there are uncles and aunts on the right side of the original film."

Because Wen Ye didn't answer, Song Yuan took a small step forward and stuffed the photo into Wen Ye's hand with some stubbornness. Song Yuan's mind went blank, and he just relied on instinct, repeating over and over again: "Look Take a look, you'll know when you take a look."

Maybe repeated requests are useful, Wen Ye reached out to take the photo, he lowered his eyes, looking at the two people standing side by side in the photo.The photos are really well taken. Even though Song Yuan has no expression on his face, he still looks dignified and lofty. He may be deceptive, and many people will love him, but he is just the lucky one among many candidates.

Wen Ye put down the photo and looked at Song Yuan again. There was a small patch of black on the shoulder of his coat, which might have been stained when his back rubbed against the wall.It was almost the coldest time in Qiancheng in winter, and the wind became cooler. When it blew on the face, it brought a sting that could not be ignored. It was the most common day in winter.

"Let's talk about it." Wen Ye casually held the photo in his hand, lowered his eyes and said to Song Yuan.

Wen Ye should never forget Song Yuan's expression at that time, his blinking speed became very fast, and the way he pursed his lips reminded Wen Ye of the foggy morning when Song Yuan stood under the flag-raising stage waiting to give a speech when he was in school.

"No." Song Yuan answered quickly, he twitched the corner of his mouth, but he seemed to have no strength, and soon returned to normal.

Song Yuan's refusal didn't seem to be beyond Wen Ye's expectation, he just looked at Song Yuan, and smiled lightly after hearing Song Yuan's answer, even the curves of his eyebrows and eyes were gentle.Song Yuan was speechless, Wen Ye loved to laugh, when Wen Ye smiled at him like this before, it was because he complained that the lasagne was too unpalatable, the temperature of the air conditioner in the hotel was too high, and the smell of smoke in the elevator.

Smile is the most confusing expression in the world. It not only represents happiness, but also anger, helplessness, sadness, disappointment, and giving up.

"I'm not discussing with you." Wen Ye looked calm, raised his hand and put the photo back into Song Yuan's coat pocket, and said softly: "Song Yuan, stop making trouble."