Chapter 18 018 "Sister, I'm leaving."

That night, Tang Sijia cooperated with the group photo and left the dinner early.

Shi Chuan followed her one meter away, walking and stopping.

Until they walked out of the blocked street, Tang Sijia stopped a taxi.

She sat on the far left and Shi Chuan sat on the far right.

The window was half open, and Tang Sijia felt the night wind blowing on her face. She didn't speak or ask any questions.

The car was stuck in traffic, accompanied by the sound of taxi drivers complaining about the traffic jams in Beijing. It was almost ten o'clock when they returned to the rental house.

The door opened, the petal-shaped sensor light lit up, and the warm light fell.

The two stopped at the same time and stood at the door. No one broke the silence.

In the silence, Tang Sijia's stomach growled a few times, protesting that she only ate a few bites of dessert tonight.

Shi Chuan glanced at her and walked towards the kitchen naturally.

Soon, he brought out a bowl of glutinous rice balls and egg drop soup. The colorful glutinous rice balls were bought by the two of them when they came back from the aquarium and went shopping in the supermarket two days ago.

Tang Sijia looked at the fragrant hot soup in front of her and ate quietly.

After eating, Shi Chuan's voice rang out: "The lower part of the tattoo was a little red and swollen a few days ago. I'll apply medicine for you."

Tang Sijia was a little distracted at first, but then she realized it belatedly and nodded: "Okay, thank you."

The moment she thanked him, she was stunned.

Shi Chuan's hand holding the ointment also paused, and then he said jokingly: "Sister, are you so polite to me?"

Tang Sijia didn't say anything else.

Unbuttoning the shirt, revealing the white shoulders, the rose became more and more beautiful.

Shi Chuan stretched out his hand, and his fingertips delicately stroked the dark red petals, and his heart trembled at a strange speed.

He frowned in confusion, dipped the ointment, touched the end of the flower branch, and rubbed it little by little.

Tang Sijia turned her back to him, feeling the cool touch on her shoulder. After an unknown amount of time, she turned her head and said, "Okay..."

Before she finished her words, her shoulder felt warm.

A familiar breath sprayed on the tattoo on her shoulder, and a light kiss fell, then spread along the back of her neck little by little until it fell on her earlobe.

Tang Sijia's body trembled slightly, and she turned her head to look at the boy behind her.

He was also looking at her, looking at her with a calm and deep look.

The next second, Tang Sijia suddenly kissed him, as if the end of the world was coming, her fingers penetrated his black hair and kissed him hard.

Like a spark falling into dry wood, it instantly ignited the cold and lonely rental house.

Tang Sijia felt the buttons in front of her body being deftly unbuttoned by the hand that attracted her over and over again, and his lips and tongue fell in front of her.

She took the initiative to reach out and take off his shirt.

She hugged the back of the boy's neck, tilted her head slightly, let him tighten her waist, and sat on him up and down.

The sex lasted for a long time, so long that Tang Sijia felt her voice was dry and hoarse, and finally stopped.

She lay quietly on the bed, staring at the window sill not far away. She didn't know how long she had been asleep. When she woke up,

it was already the next morning, Saturday, and she didn't have to go to work.

Tang Sijia sat up, and the silky air conditioner on her body slipped off. The washing machine on the balcony was rumbling as it washed the sheets that had been changed last night. However, there was no one in the house, only a stack of unfamiliar documents on the dining table.

Tang Sijia didn't look for or check those documents. She just calmly got dressed, sat on the sofa, and sorted out the short play shooting plan that Manager Sun gave her yesterday afternoon.

After sorting for about ten minutes, the entrance door was opened from the outside. Shi Chuan walked in with breakfast. When he saw the woman on the carpet, he was stunned for a moment, and then smiled as usual: "I got up late this morning and didn't have time to make breakfast."

Tang Sijia looked at the food in his hand and nodded. Shi Chuan quickly put the breakfast into the bowl. It was the fried buns and millet pumpkin porridge from the breakfast shop she liked very much.

Tang Sijia sat at the dining table, without looking up, and finished her breakfast quietly.

The moment she put down the spoon, she heard the usual voice from the other side: "Sister, I'm leaving."

Just like the tone of "Sister, I'm going to school" he used to say every day.

Tang Sijia looked up and saw the calm expression of the boy. It was

exactly the same expression as when he walked out of the luxurious door on the third floor of the banquet hall last night.

"Okay." Tang Sijia agreed.

She remembered that she had said to him before: If you leave in the future, you must tell me.

Now, he did it.

Shi Chuan stared at her reaction, and his heart was inexplicably empty. This was the reaction he wanted, no questions, no entanglement.

But he couldn't find the slightest relief of getting what he wanted.

"You don't have anything to ask?" He spoke first.

Tang Sijia looked into his eyes, her lips moved, and before she could utter a word, her throat suddenly tightened.

After a long time of easing, she calmed herself down: "Chris Chiang is you, right?"

Shi Chuan did not deny it.

"Chiang," Tang Sijia's voice was very light, "Chairman Jiang's youngest son who has never appeared, it's you."

Shi Chuan curled his fingers, and after a moment of silence, he calmly replied, "Yes."

Hearing him admit it himself, Tang Sijia suddenly felt that all this was ridiculous.

It was as if a big hand had broken down all the reality and reorganized it, forming a grotesque and bizarre truth.

She wanted to find a way out and leave this absurd world, but she was shrouded in it, unable to struggle, and could only accept it.

"Why do you let me know all this now?"

Tang Sijia was not stupid. Yesterday, she was able to successfully reach the third floor of the banquet hall and saw him come out of Mr. Jiang's private lounge with her own eyes. She had already guessed that this could only be instructed by someone, someone who wanted her to know the truth.

Shi Chuan looked at her trying her best to open her eyes wide and not let the mist condense in her eye sockets. He inexplicably remembered that she did the same thing when she mentioned the car accident last time, trying not to let the tears fall.

And he kissed away her tears.

Now, he no longer needs to do this.

From the moment he did not use an excuse to prevaricate the photo of his back at MIT, he had decided to end this game.

And he would not let himself regret it.

"Because," Shi Chuan looked into her eyes calmly and said his initial thoughts, "You will always find out the truth, sooner or later; and then you will find that there is no future between us."

After hearing this, for a second, Tang Sijia's mind was blank.

Of course she knew what he meant.

How could they have a future?

If he was really just a homeless teenager, maybe there would be.

But he is the youngest son of the chairman of Hansi Group, the youngest genius admitted to MIT in recent years, and an ambitious person with terrible scheming at the age of 18.

And she is just an insignificant stepping stone, a mediocre stepping stone, useless, and should be thrown away.

After that blank, Tang Sijia's brain unexpectedly calmed down: "Why me?" She asked again.

Shi Chuan looked at her, with an emotion in his eyes that seemed to be reluctant, and did not answer the question.

Tang Sijia had already guessed the answer: "Because I work at Nanshan Media, you have to deal with Jiang Su. Now think about it, Li Ge's authorization letter is not for me, but to make Jiang Su take the bait."

"Because I don't have a father or a mother, even if I am bullied, no one will stand up for me."

"Because I am a poor thing who lacks love, and I think I really deserve to be loved when others give me a little affection..."

"Tang Sijia." Shi Chuan interrupted her and called her name for the first time.

Tang Sijia was silent suddenly.

Shi Chuan was surprised at his own loss of composure, lowered his eyes, and quickly returned to normal: "Sister, we have been very happy during this period, haven't we?"

Happiness is a very luxurious thing, you can't covet it, it's enough to have it.

Tang Sijia looked at the boy who said this calmly, and suddenly felt that his appearance began to become illusory: "You are right," she heard her calm voice, "I know."

"It is indeed not a match." The last sentence was like a whisper.

When she said this, there was still a kiss mark left by him last night on her neck.

Shi Chuan's breathing stagnated with her voice.

This was obviously his true thought in his heart.

The people around him may be the daughters of famous families in marriage, or the ladies of big families. His emotional world does not need any mutual support, and interests are enough.

However, at this moment, he felt that there was a dull dagger, with a rusty and blunt blade, dissecting his skin bit by bit, separating his flesh and bones.

He wanted to loudly order her to take back that sentence, and even for a moment, he wanted to take her to his world together.

In his world, they can live and make love just like in this simple rental house.

But he quickly regained his composure.

He attributed this impulse to the discomfort of being separated before the sexual fantasy cooled down. It was only temporary.

After a while, everything will return to normal.

Shi Chuan withdrew his gaze from Tang Sijia, took the document beside him, and pushed it in front of her: "These are two house property certificates. One is where you and your parents lived before, and the other is a large flat near the commercial center, which is very close to your company and other commercial centers." "

Whether you sell it, rent it out, or live in it yourself, it's up to you," Shi Chuan thought for a while, and added carefully, "The current housing market is sluggish, it's best not to sell it for the time being. If you rent it out, remember to check the character of the tenant, don't..." The voice stopped abruptly.

Tang Sijia raised her head, glanced at him, and even teased: "Don't you want to meet someone like you again?"

Shi Chuan looked at her red eyes: "Sister, there is no need for us to say bad things to each other. You can even contact me if you need anything else in the future..."

"If I accept it," Tang Sijia interrupted him and looked at the stack of documents pushed in front of him, "will it be considered as clearing the two?"

Shi Chuan was stunned. After a long time, he slowly said: "Yes."

"Okay, I accept it." Tang Sijia said quietly.

Shi Chuan's pupils shrank.

Tang Sijia laughed: "Do you think that two houses can buy off the hurt of being deceived, which is cheap?"

"Do you think I should be noble and refuse these two houses, cry and keep you, or beg you to take me away?"

Shi Chuan's Adam's apple rolled: "No. These are what you deserve."

"Like you said, Shi Chuan, we will have no future. Two houses may be two toys to you, but they may make me worry-free for the rest of my life."

"That's it." She said softly.

Shi Chuan's cell phone rang twice, and he looked down.

Tang Sijia lowered her eyes and didn't look at him.

There was a sound of the dining chair rubbing against the ground. Shi Chuan stood up, retracted his gaze, and walked towards the door step by step.

On the edge of the carpet, a black puppy doll rolled down, probably accidentally dropped by the passionate couple last night.

The doll had also rolled to the ground two days ago. That time, Tang Sijia quickly picked it up, carefully dusted off the non-existent dust, and said with lingering fear: Fortunately, it's not broken.

Now, she has never looked at me again.

For some reason, Shi Chuan leaned over and picked up the doll, holding it in his hand, looking at the doll's black and clear glass eyes.

This is his birthday present.

Tang Sijia said that it looks like him.

Shi Chuan grabbed the doll, walked to the door, opened it, but stopped and turned to look at the woman at the dining table.

Only then did he realize that in a place he didn't notice, in the gray and white world in his eyes, Tang Sijia had already become the colorful her.

The coloring game is over.

"The details of your parents' car accident are at the bottom of those documents." Shi Chuan said calmly.

"The cause of the accident was an engine failure, fire and explosion. It has nothing to do with you."

When he said these words, Tang Sijia was still sitting at the dining table, with his back to him, motionless.

The door closed, and Tang Sijia's eyelashes trembled slightly. A drop of water stuck to her upper eyelashes, shaking.

She suddenly laughed at herself.

Look at this person, how can he remember to untie her knot when leaving?

After an unknown amount of time, Tang Sijia stood up and walked to the window sill.

A black luxury car was parked there out of place, and an old man with white hair was saying something to Shi Chuan politely.

The next second, Shi Chuan raised his head and looked towards the sixth floor.

Tang Sijia did not hide, but just looked at her woodenly. She knew he could not see her in the reflection of the window.

She watched him gradually withdraw his gaze, watched him being invited into the luxury car, watched the car go farther and farther until it disappeared...

It was as if her emotions were drained away, and she felt that her heart and spleen were empty.

Tang Sijia returned to the dining table, picked up the remaining fried buns on the plate and stuffed them into her mouth. The fragrant juice burst out and sprinkled between her fingers, and her fingers became greasy.

But it was still empty.

It was as if someone had hollowed out her internal organs. She kept chewing and swallowing, trying to fill up the entire void.

Until the morning, the image of Shichuan coming back with breakfast flooded into her mind.

At that moment, she thought he had chosen her, and even had expectations for a few seconds.

Tang Sijia stopped chewing, her throat seemed to be blocked by something, she was suffocating, she breathed heavily, until her stomach and intestines suddenly began to move rapidly, she stood up and ran to the bathroom.

The moment she stopped in front of the sink, Tang Sijia vomited with a "wow".

The water stored in her eye sockets was squeezed out along with the physiological tears, like pearls that broke off the string, falling down, and it was no longer possible to tell whether it was because of sadness or vomiting.

Tang Sijia stayed in the bathroom for a long time, until the food in her stomach was emptied, she finally came out with a pale face.

She cleaned up the remaining mess on the dining table and threw it all into the trash can, but her stomach was always shrouded in an invisible disgust.

Until she walked to the sofa, her hand accidentally touched the books that Shi Chuan often read.

Once, she asked him what book he was reading, and he easily hugged her from behind, opened the book and read with her...

Tang Sijia instantly felt that her throat couldn't stop the choking reflex, and she almost vomited.

She threw the books away and looked around the entire rental house in a daze.

Shi Chuan's bed, Shi Chuan's clothes, Shi Chuan's slippers, Shi Chuan's toothbrush...

and the sofa, carpet, dressing mirror, and sink where they had been intimate time and time again...

Wherever she looked, the memories of the past came to her mind, and she couldn't help but retching violently again.

Tang Sijia ran to her bedroom like a fugitive, curled up on the bed, wrapped tightly in the brand new quilt, and was glad that there was still one last piece of pure land.

But her stomach still felt uncomfortable, and it began to hurt.

Later, she couldn't tell whether it was her stomach that was hurting, or her heart next door...

Tang Sijia sat up suddenly.

She didn't understand why she felt so uncomfortable in this bedroom that Shi Chuan rarely entered.

After a long time, she thought of something, pulled down the clothes on her right shoulder, and saw the black buck rose in front of the small mirror on the dressing table.

It turned out that in this piece of pure land, the memories related to him were her.