Chapter 2 002 "Sister, you're back!"...

Tang Sijia led the boy named Shi Chuan into the house and went to the sideboard to pour a cup of warm water.

Shi Chuan stood at the door and looked at the small house.

Under the warm light, everything was visible.

The dark green double sofa was covered with a sofa cloth embroidered with white flowers, and under the wooden square coffee table was a carpet with various bright colors.

On the small coffee table was a laptop and a pile of books, and on the carpet were two pillows thrown casually. It can be seen that this is the place where the owner works and reads. There is

a round dining table on the inside of the sofa, which is covered with beige coarse linen floral fabric, and a mug and a pear-shaped table lamp are placed on it.

When Tang Sijia came over with warm water, he saw Shi Chuan standing obediently at the door without taking a step in.

"Sit on the sofa first..." Tang Sijia didn't finish her words, and saw the boy's eyes fall on the balcony, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he quickly looked away as if he was burned.

Tang Sijia looked over in confusion.

On the balcony, her white underwear that she had changed yesterday was drying. The edges of the underwear were still decorated with light pink lace, and they were swaying with the wind blowing in from the window that was slightly opened.

Tang Sijia's cheeks felt hot, and she hurried forward, gathered the clothes in a few steps, threw them on the bed in the bedroom, and then closed the bedroom door tightly before walking out again.

"Drink some water and rest first, and then treat the wound."

Shi Chuan nodded gently: "Thank you."

Tang Sijia shook her head, and seeing that he was already sitting on the sofa and holding up the water cup, she simply tidied up the books and computer on the coffee table.

When everything was tidied up, Shi Chuan had already opened the bag of medicine, took a few anti-inflammatory pills, and began to treat his own injuries.

His extremely long fingers were dipped in light yellow ointment, and he rubbed his bluish-red arms carefully. The light was yellow, like a medieval art film.

It was amazingly beautiful.

Tang Sijia looked away unnaturally and was about to go to the kitchen to find something to do when Shi Chuan called her: "Sister."

Tang Sijia turned her head and her eyes unconsciously swept over the hand: "Hmm?"

"I can't touch the wound on my back, can you help me?" Shi Chuan lowered his eyelids and asked carefully.

Tang Sijia subconsciously wanted to refuse, but stopped when she saw his trembling eyelashes.

This boy looked more scared than her.

Her heart was strangely balanced, and Tang Sijia nodded, then she remembered that Shi Chuan couldn't see her movements, and said "Hmm".

Shi Chuan's eyelashes seemed to tremble more violently, and after a while, he took off his shirt.

To Tang Sijia's surprise, the boy who should have been very thin had a nearly perfect figure.

It almost completely hit her aesthetic.

She didn't like those big muscles that were bulging from training, nor did she like the skinny figure. The thin muscles and distinct abdominal muscles under the delicate skin, and the inverted triangle arc, were what she liked most.

Even when she saw it on the short video platform, her eyes would involuntarily stay on it for a while.

But...

Tang Sijia's attention was quickly attracted by the injuries on Shi Chuan's back.

She didn't know what he had been through, but those blue and purple scars, bloodstains with bruises, and several old scars that looked like they were scratched by sharp weapons all showed that his past was definitely not happy.

"Sister?" Shi Chuan called her.

Tang Sijia came back to her senses, put ointment on her hands, hesitated for a moment, and then applied it to the scars in one go.

Shi Chuan's body immediately tensed up, his breathing was temporarily unbalanced, and a quick groan came out of his throat, but was quickly swallowed back into his throat.

Tang Sijia noticed his reaction and couldn't help but breathe lightly. Under embarrassment and tension, she could only say something to smooth things over: "How do you know this lock is not safe?"

Shi Chuan tilted his head, his eyes seemed a little confused.

Tang Sijia looked at the door.

Shi Chuan understood, did not respond, and sat there quietly with his lips tightly pursed.

Seeing this, Tang Sijia didn't ask any more questions.

About ten minutes later, she put away the ointment and went to the bathroom to wash her fingers.

When she came out, Shi Chuan was holding a transparent piece of cardboard in his hand. It was the thing on the box that Tang Sijia gave him when she bought matcha cake some time ago.

"Sister, do you have a pair of scissors?"

Tang Sijia was puzzled, but still handed the scissors to him.

Shi Chuan quickly cut a hook-shaped arc on the paper, pursed his lips and smiled at her, opened the door and walked out.

Tang Sijia looked at the closed door in confusion.

The next second, the transparent paper came out through the side of the door, and it was lifted up, and the door opened.

Tang Sijia looked at the boy outside the door in surprise, and then looked at the paper in his hand. She was afraid and thought to herself that she must remember to lock the doors and windows in the future.

"This kind of thing...how are you so skilled?" Tang Sijia hesitated and asked.

After all, she didn't know him yet, so it was always right to be cautious.

Shi Chuan's eyes darkened: "I learned it on purpose."

Tang Sijia was surprised.

Shi Chuan was silent.

Just when Tang Sijia thought he still wouldn't answer, he said softly: "If you hadn't shown up tonight, I would have probably really gone to steal or rob."

Tang Sijia looked up in astonishment.

Shi Chuan was looking at her seriously, like a person in the dark greedily guarding the only spark, a drowning person clinging to the only piece of driftwood.

And she illuminated him, saved him, and pulled him from the dark seabed to the shore.

Tang Sijia panicked and avoided his gaze.

Shi Chuan smiled, took out his ID from his pocket and handed it to her: "Sister, I haven't become a bad person."

Tang Sijia took the ID and looked at the information on it, which was indeed consistent with him.

She returned the ID to him, Shi Chuan shook his head and smiled: "I know sister still has concerns, you keep this for now."

Tang Sijia was stunned: "You tonight..."

The boy's pupils were slightly dark, and he looked at her intently.

Tang Sijia was silent for a moment: "If you have nowhere to go, just stay on the sofa for one night."

Shi Chuan's eyes suddenly lit up: "Okay."

He was just like the stray dog ​​that wagged its tail at her after eating a chicken leg.

Tang Sijia felt a little weird, she responded in a hurry and walked towards the bedroom.

Behind her, Shi Chuan looked at her back, the warmth in his eyes gradually disappeared, leaving only an indifferent and playful smile.

*

Tang Sijia lay on the bed in the bedroom, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Turning over, in the dim light of the bedside lamp, she saw the ID card on the bedside table at a glance, and she reacted belatedly in her heart-

Because of her soft-heartedness, she actually took in a strange boy to spend the night in her rental house.

What if the boy is a bad guy, then she would really be letting a wolf into the house.

Thinking of this, Tang Sijia got up quietly and listened carefully to the movement outside the door.

After listening for a long time, there was dead silence.

Tang Sijia reluctantly put her mind at ease. After thinking about it, she still carefully locked the bedroom door.

Just get through tonight.

Tang Sijia thought that after tonight, she would return the certificate to Shi Chuan.

She couldn't even be responsible for a stray dog, let alone a person.

Thinking of this, Tang Sijia's originally turbulent heart suddenly became quiet.

Yes.

She can't afford it.

That night, Tang Sijia didn't know when she fell asleep. Maybe she had a weird nightmare all night because of her wild thoughts. She woke up late for a rare time. It was already 8:20 when she woke up.

Tang Sijia hurried to the bathroom, brushed her teeth and washed up, tied up her long hair, and walked out while putting on her coat.

Until the boy's puzzled voice came from the narrow kitchen door: "Sister?"

Tang Sijia's footsteps suddenly stopped, and she realized that there was an extra person in her room last night.

She turned around, Shi Chuan was still wearing the clothes from last night, standing there against the morning light, his tall figure blocked the light at the door, and a circle of soft light was inlaid around him: "Sister, are you going to work? I..."

Before he finished speaking, Tang Sijia returned to the bedroom, took the ID card from the bedside table and stuffed it into his hand. After thinking for a while, he took out three more red banknotes: "I'll return your ID. There is a youth hostel nearby. If you have nowhere to go for the time being, you can go there first."

Shi Chuan looked at the ID and banknotes in his hand, his upper eyelids drooped, his eyes were dark and thick, and his emotions could not be distinguished.

Tang Sijia glanced at the time, thinking that if this boy really wanted to steal something, he should have done it last night while she was asleep, so he quickly walked to the door, changed his shoes, and walked out a few steps.

Fortunately, I was lucky enough today and just caught the subway. When I arrived at the company, I punched the card at the last minute.

"It's rare to see you so anxious and hurried." A joking voice sounded beside her.

Tang Sijia turned her head and saw Sister Wang holding a folder and looking at her with a smile.

Sister Wang's real name is Wang Xiujun. She is also an employee of the content center. She is usually very cheerful and takes good care of newcomers like them.

Tang Sijia once heard people talking in the tea room that Sister Wang's ex-husband had cheated on her. Sister Wang now lives alone with her five-year-old daughter. She works in the company during the day and sets up a stall in front of the shopping mall with a large flow of customers at night to paint faces for children.

But even so, Sister Wang still smiles every day, as if she will never have any worries.

"Sister Wang," Tang Sijia greeted embarrassedly, "I got up late this morning."

"Not bad," Sister Wang looked at her with a smile, "Finally, you look a little girlish."

"You are still so young, why are you so gloomy every day."

Tang Sijia pulled her lips unnaturally, habitually took the watering can in front of the window, and watered the company's green plants first.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps and a clock-in sound, accompanied by a wailing: "You're late again, seven minutes! Just seven minutes!"

"Look at Xiao Li," Sister Wang glanced at Tang Sijia with a smile, "You're so reckless every day, and I don't know when you can be calm. What's wrong with getting up a few minutes earlier every day?"

Li Yi looked over listlessly: "Sister Wang, although the supervisor says all day long that he treats the company as his home, this family doesn't treat me as its own son. Do you think everyone is our General Manager Jiang, and let General Manager Jiang come up with six small goals just to test him..."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Supervisor Sun, who had a middle-parted hairstyle, came out and scolded, "Hurry up and go back to your workstation."

Tang Sijia looked at Li Yi, who was shrinking his neck and returning to his workstation, and smiled.

"And Xiao Tang," Manager Sun looked at her, "You have been converted to a full-time employee, so you don't have to worry about these basic tasks. You can spend more time improving yourself and expanding your network." "

By the way, please organize the scripts and audio-visual materials during this period and send them to my email. There will be an audio-visual industry summit in two days, and General Manager Jiang will attend. You can go with me."

When Tang Sijia was interviewed, HR had something urgent to do, and Manager Sun, as the director of the content center, was directly facing her. Perhaps she was recruited by him personally, and he was stricter with her than others.

Therefore, when he heard Manager Sun say this, Tang Sijia naturally nodded in agreement.

Manager Sun was satisfied, and did not forget to look at Li Yi again: "Don't talk about General Manager Jiang in the future..."

"Don't dare, don't dare!" Li Yi begged for mercy again and again.

Manager Sun, who was interrupted, glared at him and turned back to the office.

Back at his workstation, Tang Sijia sorted out the materials.

It was only after Tang Sijia joined the company that she found out that Jiang Su, the general manager of Nanshan Media, was the son of Jiang Huaian, the chairman of Hansi Group, and Jiang Huaian was the person who funded her in the beginning.

It is said that Mr. Jiang never married, but he has a daughter and two sons. The eldest daughter did something wrong and was originally the vice president of Hansi. Suddenly one day, she was transferred to the branch in the Middle East. It was a

promotion in name only, but a demotion in reality. The second son is her immediate superior, the general manager of Nanshan Media. This company with an investment of 600 million yuan is just a toy used by Mr. Jiang to practice Jiang Su.

However, in the past few months in the company, she has not seen Jiang Su come a few times, but she has seen him many times in the gossip news.

As for the youngest child, the media has not been able to find out whether it is a boy or a girl, and Mr. Jiang has never mentioned it in public. It is only said that he is studying abroad, and no photos or detailed information have been released.

From time to time, the media speculates how rich the Jiang family is, and colleagues sometimes discuss it privately. Tang Sijia has always laughed it off

. Perhaps it is difficult for people to imagine the daily life of a class if they have not experienced it.

Although Tang Sijia does not know the Jiang family's wealth, she has seen many big figures who only appear in international news at the Jiang family's charity dinner in the past.

"Sijia, can you please send me the materials for next week's script seminar?" Li Yi poked his head out from his workstation.

Tang Sijia came back to his senses, nodded and said "OK", and his thoughts gradually returned to work.

Nanshan Media is divided into several major departments: content center, market and brand center, operation support center, and technology center. The content center where Tang Sijia works is mainly responsible for planning scripts or incubating various literary IPs, attracting investment to form a crew, and participating in some short plays, web dramas, musicals and film projects.

Some time ago, a short play produced by Nanshan Media achieved unexpected success, and bonuses were given to all the responsible departments. Now everyone is idle.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Tang Sijia got off work on time.

But the evening was not as lucky as the morning. As soon as I arrived at the subway station, the subway left, and I had no choice but to wait for the next one.

During the rush hour, the subway was crowded, and I stood for nearly forty minutes before I finally returned to the rental house.

Tang Sijia walked upstairs step by step, and somehow, I thought of Sister Wang's comment on her, "depressed and gloomy."

It’s actually very accurate.

She has no material desires, and her daily schedule is just "go to work, go home, and sleep." She has very few entertainment activities. She has never been to a bar, never danced, and has no hobbies that she particularly likes.

When she wakes up every day, she does not feel that it is "a brand new day", but only thinks quietly: Oh, it has started again.

Every day when she returns to the rental house, she is greeted by only pitch-black and coldness, and no one will ever wait for her...

The key is inserted into the keyhole, and the door opens with a "click".

Tang Sijia's footsteps are nailed to the door.

In the room, the warm lights are quietly on, and the small room is filled with the fragrance of food.

The boy who heard the door open came out of the kitchen, his beautiful hands holding a plate of broccoli and a plate of steaming stir-fried dishes.

Seeing her, the delicate face became bright: "Sister, you are back!"