Chapter 323 Let’s walk the road ahead together
"Try the noodles."
Seeing the boss put the photo back to its original place, Wen Yu finally remembered the important business of the day.
"good."
In front of Song Shinian was fried noodles with soybean paste.
The owner of the noodle shop has thoughtfully mixed the noodles for them.
He tasted a mouthful of noodles and his eyes lit up slightly.
"How about it?"
Wen Yu had been observing Song Shinian's expression. Seeing that the other party did not show any strange expression, he could not help but ask.
"tasty."
Song Shinian told the truth.
After receiving Song Shinian's approval, Wen Yu's handsome features brought a hint of smile: "If it tastes good, eat more."
"good."
Song Shinian nodded obediently.
Wen Yu and Song Shinian had been outside for a long time, meeting fans, singing, giving out benefits, and signing autographs. They had been busy for a long time without eating and were now a little hungry.
Although they wasted some time chatting with the noodle shop owner, the noodles were still as delicious as ever.
Wen Yu hasn't eaten noodles from this restaurant for a long time.
He remembered that the last time he came here to eat was when he was in high school. After graduating from high school, he had been busy recording songs, filming TV series, movies, variety shows, and rushing to attend announcements. He had very little private time, so Wen Yu never came to this noodle restaurant again.
Now more than ten years have passed...
He came to the familiar place again and ate the familiar noodles. Wen Yu's beautiful eyes were filled with smiles.
Song Shinian was infected by Wen Yu's happy mood, and a smile appeared at the corner of his thin lips.
The two of them quickly finished the noodles made by the boss.
"Boss, the noodles you make are really delicious."
When paying the bill, Wen Yu was generous with his praise.
“If it’s delicious, come often.”
The noodle shop owner said with a smile.
For a noodle shop, the greatest achievement is that customers recognize the noodles they make.
"good."
Wen Yu nodded obediently: "How much?"
Although the price of each bowl of noodles was marked on the sign of the noodle shop, Wen Yu still subconsciously asked the boss.
"It's free."
The noodle shop owner said to Wen Yu with a smile: "I get along well with you guys, so consider this bowl of noodles as my treat."
The noodle shop owner felt very friendly when he saw Wen Yu for the first time, and he attributed this feeling of familiarity to "fate".
"no."
Wen Yu, who was always gentle, firmly rejected the noodle shop owner's proposal this time: "You must give it to me."
The noodle shop owner originally ran a small business, and it was impossible for Wen Yu to take advantage of the owner for no reason.
“Really, there’s no need…”
The noodle shop owner sighed helplessly.
This time, Wen Yu directly ignored the noodle shop owner's refusal. He scanned the WeChat QR code on the table and paid 100 yuan directly.
“Too many!”
Hearing the news that "100 yuan has arrived", the noodle shop owner's expression became nervous. He quickly took out 85 yuan in cash from the drawer and said, "This is the change for you..."
"No need."
Wen Yu politely refused the boss.
"Your noodles are delicious, you deserve it."
In a trance.
The young man in front of me seemed to be the same as the "Wen Yu" in my memory.
For some reason, the noodle shop owner subconsciously called out "Wen Yu"'s name and looked at the corner of the table.
There was a thick envelope.
Inside the envelope was the 20,000 yuan he was going to return to "Wen Yu".
"Um?"
Wen Yu responded subconsciously.
The noodle shop owner mistook the "hmm" for a doubtful expression and shook his head: "No... nothing..."
Maybe it's because I'm old and I'm hallucinating.
"Wen Yu" has been dead for so long that the official certificate has already been issued.
not to mention……
Their ages don't match.
If "Wen Yu" were still alive, he would be 30 years old this year.
But the young man in front of him looked only about eighteen years old, and had nothing to do with the deceased "Wen Yu".
"I can't charge you so much money..."
No reward without merit.
These two bowls of noodles cost only a dozen yuan.
The noodle shop owner handed the cash in his hand to Wen Yu in a firm attitude.
Seeing that the boss was so insistent, Wen Yu took the money.
The two men politely said goodbye to the noodle shop owner, then pushed open the door and left.
The sunlight shone through the window onto the envelope in the corner, as if it had been coated with a layer of hazy golden light.
In fact, Wen Yu no longer remembered giving money to the noodle shop owner.
After all, "Wen Yu" was already very rich at that time, and countless people liked "Wen Yu". The number of "Wen Yu"'s Weibo fans doubled every day, and countless directors contacted him through his agent, wanting to cooperate with "Wen Yu".
"Wen Yu" receives hundreds of thousands of yuan in advertising fees for each advertisement, and the money earned from releasing songs and filming TV dramas is countless.
Wen Yu has done things like secretly slipping money countless times.
For the noodle shop owner, 20,000 yuan may be life-saving money, but for Wen Yu, who is at the peak of his career, it is just a piece of cake.
…
After coming out of the noodle shop, Wen Yu breathed a sigh of relief.
Once again, he thought of the countless blessings on the photo.
"Little Year..."
Wen Yu called out the name "Song Shinian".
"I am here."
"After knowing that I was dead..."
Wen Yu pursed her lips, hesitated for a few seconds, and then slowly said, "You should be... very sad, right?"
The noodle shop owner's words touched Wen Yu.
The boss said that many students were sad about the death of "Wen Yu", so what about Song Shinian who had liked him for a long time?
Since Song Shinian entered the entertainment industry for him, how did he survive after his death?
Wen Yu had never thought deeply about this matter before, but this time he was touched by what his boss said.
The more Wen Yu thought about it, the more distressed he felt.
"Um."
Song Shinian did not lie this time.
After all, he has liked Wen Yu for a very long time, and it would be too fake to say that he is "not sad" in this situation.
He couldn't say it, and Wen Yu wouldn't believe it.
Even so, Song Shinian didn't want to use a long speech to tell Wen Yu how sad he was.
After all, those things are in the past.
The person I once had a secret crush on has become the lover who will accompany me for life. There is no happier thing in the world than this.
He just said "hmm" and admitted that he was sad.
"Little Year..."
Wen Yu's voice became hoarse at some point: "You've worked hard over the years..."
Secret love is a very painful thing.
Although Wen Yu had never had a crush on anyone, he could feel Song Shinian's passionate and intense emotions from his few words.
“It’s not hard.”
Song Shinian looked at the tears in Wen Yu's eyes, and his heart softened: "Liking you... is a very happy thing..."
How can it be hard to like Wen Yu?
There is no one better than Wen Yu in this world.
Even if he and Wen Yu will never have any intersection in this life, he will not regret liking Wen Yu.
Wen Yu didn't want to say too many sentimental words.
He looked at Song Shinian's sincere eyes, slowly hooked his hand, and interlocked their fingers.
"Little Year..."
Wen Yu softly promised: "Let's walk the future together."
"good."
Song Shinian nodded and repeated Wen Yu's words in a gentle voice: "Let's walk the future together."
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