Chapter 134 Hug
With his thoughts in a mess, Song Shinian once again thought of the past.
That was the first day Wen Yu died.
The headlines on all major platforms were about the news of "Wen Yu's death". Song Shinian looked at the news of Wen Yu's death, his mind going blank.
How is that possible?
They are apparently going to collaborate on a new drama soon.
He had clearly thought about what to say as the first sentence when meeting Wen Yu...
Song Shinian always felt that there was something strange about Wen Yu's fall from the building. In his impression, Wen Yu was a very cautious person. If no one had asked him out, how could he go to an abandoned place in the middle of the night?
Even if Wen Yu went to an abandoned place in the middle of the night, he should have avoided dangerous places like high-rise buildings. So why did he fall from the building?
There are too many doubts about this matter.
It’s a pity that Song Shinian has too few opportunities to interact with Wen Yu.
Even though they were in the same entertainment circle, they had spoken to each other very few times. He was not familiar with the people at Starlight Entertainment Company, and he wanted to investigate the cause of Wen Yu's death but had no idea where to start.
For the first time, Song Shinian hated himself a little.
He hated himself for being timid, for being cowardly, for not daring to talk to Wen Yu, and for having to wait until he died before regretting it...
As he thought about it, Song Shinian couldn't help but frowned in his sleep.
Song Shinian slept very restlessly.
He once again dreamed of the night Wen Yu died.
Unlike real life, there was no new "Wen Yu" in his dream, no brilliant trainees appeared on "Pick Me", and even "Fu Jiang Shan" was just a fantasy of his...
Song Shinian suddenly woke up from his sleep.
He glanced at the time on his phone. It was two o'clock in the morning.
Song Shinian's heart beat a little faster.
He took his phone, opened Weibo and searched for "Fu Jiangshan". Seeing that the hot searches were all related to "Fu Jiangshan", Song Shinian's heartbeat slowed down a little as he knew that the opening ceremony was not a dream.
Then he stood up and walked towards the bedroom.
Through the moonlight outside the window, Song Shinian saw Wen Yu sleeping soundly in the bedroom, and his heart finally settled down.
Song Shinian originally wanted to go back to the sofa in the living room to sleep, but the scenes in his dream kept appearing in his mind, so he moved a small stool, leaned his head against the edge of the bed, and fell asleep.
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It was seven o'clock in the morning when Wen Yu woke up.
The early morning sunlight shone into Song Shinian's bedroom through the window, and he was surprised to find that he was surrounded by "warm jade".
Even Song Shinian's bed has a "Wen Yu" pillow...
In other words, he slept in the same bed with "himself" yesterday?
The moment this thought flashed through his mind, Wen Yu suddenly felt very curious, but before he had time to carefully observe the surrounding ornaments, he saw Song Shinian leaning against the head of the bed.
Is this... to take care of him?
Wen Yu can still remember what happened last night.
He remembered that he drank a few bottles of wine, and then his head became dizzy. Song Shinian helped him to stop the wine glasses handed to him by others, and then took him away from the opening party of "Fu Jiangshan".
He pestered Song Shinian and said a few words, "I have no home anymore," and then he completely lost consciousness...
When he was unconscious, Song Shinian seemed to have boiled honey water for him.
Did Song Shinian actually sit at the head of the bed and guard him all night?
The moment this thought flashed through Wen Yu's mind, an unprecedented warmth surged in his heart.
Apart from his parents... no one has ever taken care of him like this.
Thinking that Song Shinian had always cooked for her before, Wen Yu decided to take advantage of this rare opportunity today to make breakfast for Song Shinian.
Wen Yu got out of bed carefully and closed the door carefully.
There were all kinds of ingredients in Song Shinian's refrigerator. Wen Yu cooked a pot of eight-treasure porridge for Song Shinian, and then made a bowl of scrambled eggs with green peppers.
There were some uneaten buns in the refrigerator, so Wen Yu took out a few more and put them in the steamer.
When Song Shinian woke up, he did not see Wen Yu lying on the bed. He immediately thought of the scene in his dream last night.
Unease, anxiety, and fear gradually filled his heart. Song Shinian quickly stood up and walked outside.
"Wen Yu? Wen Yu?"
As he walked, he shouted "Wen Yu"'s name loudly.
Wen Yu had just put the eight-treasure porridge on the table when he heard Song Shinian calling his name. He quickly replied, "I'm here."
As soon as Wen Yu said this, she fell into a warm embrace...
It was Song Shinian who hugged Wen Yu tightly.
"Wen Yu..."
Song Shinian repeated the name "Wen Yu" in a low voice, with undisguised fear in his voice.
"……What's wrong?"
Although she didn't understand why Song Shinian's emotions were so volatile, Wen Yu still patiently comforted him, "Did you have a nightmare last night? It's okay, dreams are the opposite..."
"I dreamed you disappeared."
Song Shinian spoke in a muffled tone.
"How could I disappear?"
Wen Yu patted Song Shinian on the back. He smiled helplessly: "Am I not standing in front of you now?"
Song Shinian pursed his lips and said nothing.
Sensing that Song Shinian was in a bad mood, Wen Yu smiled and changed the subject: "Look at what's on the table?"
Song Shinian looked in the direction Wen Yu mentioned and saw steaming eight-treasure porridge, scrambled eggs with green peppers and buns.
"Don't think too much, let's eat first."
Wen Yu pulled Song Shinian's sleeve and led him towards the dining table. "I was worried that you might feel uncomfortable if you had a greasy breakfast, so I only made you some scrambled eggs with green peppers. I took the buns out of the refrigerator; they look pretty good. This eight-treasure porridge is fresh from the pot and is still steaming..."
When Wen Yu's chattering words reached his ears, Song Shinian's mood finally calmed down a little.
“Try it quickly.”
Wen Yu looked at Song Shinian expectantly.
"good."
As the warm and sweet eight-treasure porridge entered his throat, the last trace of fear in Song Shinian's heart disappeared. He looked into Wen Yu's eyes and said from the bottom of his heart, "It's delicious."
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