Chapter 51: A Good Baby Is One Who Corrects His Mistakes
"Wen Yu..."
"Um?"
Wen Yu was packing his backpack. When he heard Song Shinian calling his name, he looked up at him.
"sorry."
Song Shinian's voice was slightly hoarse: "I shouldn't say that about your friend, I just..."
Having said this, he suddenly froze.
...but what?
But when he saw Wen Yu wiping Lu Ran's tears and hugging Lu Ran, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
But he and Wen Yu are just "cooperators", not even friends. What right does he have to feel uncomfortable?
"It's okay."
Wen Yu smiled and shook her head, and said softly, "A good baby is one who admits his mistakes and corrects them."
After Wen Yu finished speaking, Song Shinian was stunned again.
The reason is simple...
The name "baby" doesn't suit Song Shinian at all. His face doesn't look like a "baby" at all.
Song Shinian rarely heard this name.
There are some little girls on the Internet who call him "baby", but after all, he doesn't feel it too deeply because of the screen.
Wen Yu was the first one who dared to call him "baby" to his face.
Song Shinian thought he would hate this name, but when he thought that this name was called by Wen Yu, he did not hate it.
How strange...
Song Shinian was puzzled.
Logically speaking, even if Wen Yu is similar to the deceased person, they are two different people after all. Why is he so tolerant of Wen Yu?
"It's getting late."
Wen Yu didn't notice anything unusual about Song Shinian. He looked at him with a smile and said, "How about we go eat first?"
"good."
Song Shinian nodded.
Wen Yu was just about to open her phone to search for nearby restaurants with high ratings when someone grabbed her wrist.
It was during the Song Dynasty.
His fingers were warm.
"What's wrong?"
Wen Yu looked at him in confusion.
"How about...I do it for you?"
Song Shinian is a good cook.
He started learning to cook when he was a child. After becoming an artist, he was not used to eating takeout, so he mostly cooked by himself.
"Can you cook?"
Wen Yu looked at Song Shinian in surprise.
It’s not that he looks down on Song Shinian, but in his impression, most artists don’t have time to cook.
They have to rush to deal with various notices and accept various social engagements every day. When they are busy, they don’t even have time to eat, let alone cook by themselves. It wastes a lot of time.
Wen Yu used to rely on takeout for all her meals.
The agent suggested that he find a live-in chef, but for Wen Yu, "home" is a very private place. He didn't want strangers living in his home, so he rejected the proposal.
"meeting."
Song Shinian nodded: "A little bit."
Worried that the food he cooked would not suit Wen Yu's taste, he gave Wen Yu a heads-up in advance.
“Amazing.”
Wen Yu automatically ignored the "little bit" that Song Shinian said and gave Song Shinian a thumbs up.
The corners of Song Shinian's thin lips subconsciously raised.
"What do you want to eat?"
"Let me think..."
Wen Yu lowered his eyes and thought for a few seconds: "How about we go to the supermarket? I haven't been to the supermarket for a long time."
Wen Yu was so famous in his previous life that he was often recognized by passers-by when shopping in the supermarket. Over time, Wen Yu gave up shopping in the supermarket and chose to shop online.
This time he finally became an amateur "Wen Yu", and he wanted to take this opportunity to enjoy the feeling of shopping in the supermarket.
Not long after he finished speaking, Wen Yu regretted it.
It is true that he is an ordinary person now, but Song Shinian is still a top star who is popular all over the country. If they go to the supermarket, the probability of Song Shinian being recognized by passers-by is as high as 99%.
"never mind……"
Wen Yu shook her head and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Song Shinian: "Let's go to the supermarket."
"Really?"
Wen Yu looked at Song Shinian in surprise.
In fact, Song Shinian had no interest in "going to the supermarket", but when he saw Wen Yu's happy expression, a barely perceptible smile flashed in his eyes: "Really."
"What if I get recognized?"
Wen Yu was a little worried.
Song Shinian has retired from the entertainment industry for so long. Will it have a bad impact if he is recognized?
"It doesn't matter."
Song Shinian saw Wen Yu's concerns and said, "We're just shopping in the supermarket. Even if we recognize him, it won't have any impact."
Hearing Song Shinian say this, Wen Yu breathed a sigh of relief.
"Then let's go shopping faster..."
"good."
This time when Song Shinian came to record the "Pick Me" program, he did not call a driver but drove here himself.
He drove to the nearest supermarket.
Today is the weekend and there are quite a few people in the supermarket.
Wen Yu stared at Song Shinian for a few seconds, then took out the hat and mask from his backpack and said, "Your face is too conspicuous. You need to wear a mask and a hat."
There were many masks and hats in the original owner's backpack.
These masks are all brand new and unopened, so there is no need to worry about hygiene issues.
In fact, there were a lot of masks in Song Shinian’s car.
Song Shinian was often recognized by fans when he went out before, and "hat" and "mask" had become his standard equipment for daily travel. However, after hearing Wen Yu's words, Song Shinian did not speak to correct her, but acquiesced to Wen Yu's approach.
"Would you like me to put it on for you?"
Seeing that Song Shinian was slow to take the hat and mask, Wen Yu leaned towards him, holding the front of the car with one hand and holding the mask with the other.
The distance between the two was suddenly shortened.
Wen Yu once again smelled the faint scent of laundry detergent on Song Shinian. He patiently put the mask on Song Shinian, and when he raised his eyes, he looked at Song Shinian for a second.
Song Shinian's eyelashes are long and thick, and when he blinks, he looks like a butterfly flapping its wings, about to fly.
Beneath the eyelashes are a pair of captivating eyes.
Wen Yu was a little fascinated by what he saw.
For a moment, he forgot that he was going back to get his baseball cap, so his hands were not steady, his body began to shake, and finally he fell straight into Song Shinian's arms.
Wen Yu: "!"
Song Shinian's embrace was very warm.
Wen Yu's earlobe flushed lightly red. He hurriedly returned to the passenger seat and explained, "Um... I... I didn't mean to..."
Dead hand! Why are you so disappointing?!
"I know."
Song Shinian barely recovered from the hug. He took the baseball cap from Wen Yu's hand and hid the unnatural emotion in his eyes: "Let's go."
"good."
Wen Yu pinched her earlobe with her hand.
This is a little habit of Wen Yu. He likes to pinch his earlobes when he feels unnatural or embarrassed.
Song Shinian, who got off the car, did not notice this scene.
The two of them covered themselves tightly and walked into the supermarket.
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