Chapter 39 039 Just brother and sister.

In the long and silent corridor, the warm yellow light seemed to have cast a layer of gauze, gently covering the two people below.

Shi Chuan's expression was a little dazed, as if he couldn't believe the reaction of the woman in front of him.

Her tone was so calm, her expression was so gentle, and even her eyes were filled with tiny lights.

It was as if he had returned to the scene when the two of them were in that narrow rental house.

But he couldn't mention the past anymore.

Last time, she said that she didn't like him to mention the past over and over again.

Shi Chuan's throat rolled, and a trace of guilt rose in his heart belatedly - because of the "long time no see" she said.

It was indeed a long time, forty-nine days and nights.

He should have solved those messes earlier, escaped from the hospital earlier, and then, came to see her.

"Sister..." Shi Chuan wanted to say something.

The elevator door not far away opened with a "ding", and men and women walked out.

From their perspective, they could only see Tang Sijia standing at the door: "Team Leader."

"Sijia, aren't you going to rest yet?"

Tang Sijia raised the corner of his lips and opened the door: "

I'll rest now." Until the corridor returned to silence, Tang Sijia looked at Shi Chuan quietly: "Come in first."

It would be bad if others saw it.

Shi Chuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he followed her into the room. The moment she turned around and turned on the light, her long hair brushed against his body.

Shi Chuan sniffed the familiar fragrance and looked up at her expression.

She had no uncomfortable reaction.

Shi Chuan's heart trembled violently, and he raised his hand involuntarily, tentatively touching her hair and the warm halo that permeated her body.

But at this moment, she suddenly turned around.

His fingers suddenly touched her cheek, as if there was a small electric current, which was transmitted along the fingertips to the heart little by little, and then transmitted to the limbs through the heart.

The blood in his body seemed to be rushing happily, wanting to hug her, kiss her, and have close contact with her.

He suppressed his body's instinct and stared at her intently.

Tang Sijia just glanced at the fingers on her cheek. His hands were very cold. She didn't know how long he had been waiting at the ventilated emergency exit.

There was a slight movement in her stomach, but it was still within the controllable range.

Tang Sijia calmed the movement, took a step back, and calmly avoided his hand.

Shi Chuan's eyes brightened.

She didn't escape with a pale face, nor did she... feel disgusted.

She can touch him!

"During this time, I went to Australia. I didn't disappear on purpose," Shi Chuan couldn't help but explain the reason for "long time no see". "My father has another child. I investigated my father's itinerary. He flies to Australia to visit him almost every month."

"He wants to use me as a knife to sharpen that child. He wants me to deal with all the old guys in Hansi Group before making way for that child," Shi Chuan said everything. "So, I went to find that child and met him at the private beach my father bought for him."

"Sister, he has no scars on his body," Shi Chuan lowered his eyes, thinking of the bastard who was pulled around in the sea by a yacht and returned to the shore in dishevel. There was a surge of cold emotions in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by ridicule. "However, his IQ seems ridiculous. He actually told me bluntly that Hansi Group will be a gift from his father sooner or later." "

So, I used these days to deal with him, and then I can finally come back to see you."

At this point, he looked at her, with some expectation and credit in his eyes.

Tang Sijia listened to these rumors that were so far away from her own world. Even if she saw them on TV, they seemed bizarre, but they were actually happening to him. Her heart strangely became calmer.

She said "hmm" quietly and went to the water dispenser to get a cup of warm water.

Shi Chuan's eyes dimmed for a moment.

"How is your injury?" Tang Sijia put the warm water in front of Shi Chuan and asked very quietly.

She saw his weird steps and noticed his stiff left shoulder.

Shi Chuan looked up suddenly, his dark blue pupils were like two sapphires shining with fire. He wanted to tell the truth and let her have even a little pity for him.

But when the words came to his lips, when he saw her peaceful expression, he didn't know why, he suddenly didn't want to say it.

When the bullet passed through his left shoulder, he called her. In fact, in addition to "Happy Lantern Festival", he also wanted to apologize to her.

Because the black buck rose on his shoulder was destroyed.

But fortunately, it can be repaired.

"It's just a scratch." Shi Chuan said.

Tang Sijia glanced at Shi Chuan's face. She knew it was not as simple as a scratch, but she did not continue to ask. She sat quietly on the single sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel, thinking about something.

"Sister?" This atmosphere made Shi Chuan feel a little uneasy. He always felt that something was going to happen.

Tang Sijia came back to her senses: "Shi Chuan, I'm very happy to see that you are okay."

At least let her know that the phone call that night was not the last call for help.

"I'm also very happy to see you again..." Happy.

He hadn't finished his words yet, Tang Sijia said again: "Shi Chuan, actually you are quite right."

"What?"

"We are from two different worlds," Tang Sijia raised his head and looked into his eyes frankly, "I have read many stories and written many dramas, but what happened to you is still beyond my expectations and beyond my cognition."

"And in my world, I only have to worry about working tomorrow and what to eat tomorrow."

Hearing her mention what he had said before, Shi Chuan couldn't help but clench his hands. He could feel the warm blood wetting the gauze layer by layer, and the pain made him sober and rational.

He pretended to be puzzled and asked: "Sister, what are you talking about?"

Tang Sijia pondered for a moment: "Shichuan, you said you regretted it and wanted to go back to the past. Have you ever thought that maybe it's just because you feel guilty, or maybe you feel that you owe me something, or maybe your past is too complicated, and you just miss those plain and innocent days..."

"What do you want to say?" Shichuan tried his best to keep his tone calm, and only the tense ending revealed his emotions, "Sister, do you want to break up with me?"

Denying their past, would the next sentence be "When they gradually adapt to the days without each other, they will find that what she said is right"?

Tang Sijia's words were interrupted, and she looked at the boy in front of her quietly.

She pursed her lips, she did not deny that she did want to talk it out calmly, and then the two of them would part ways amicably.

But looking at his eyes at this time, deep and confused, like walking on a tightrope on a cliff, shaky, as if a little breeze would blow, it would be doomed forever.

Obviously, he would not listen to anything she said at this moment.

Not wanting to return tonight's conversation in vain, and not wanting to waste her rare mood, Tang Sijia chose a compromise method: "Since you call me sister, let's get along as normal siblings in the future."

She had already thought that Shi Chuan, the heir of Hansi Group, would only become busier and busier in the future, and the distance between them would become larger and larger.

The so-called siblings who are not related by blood are just a thin thread. If they don't contact each other for a period of time, they will slowly break.

Shi Chuan stared at the woman's expression in a daze, as if he couldn't believe his ears.

She didn't say to break up or part ways.

Instead, she said that he could continue to call her sister.

Just like what she said when she took him to her rental house.

Even if this was not the relationship he wanted, he knew very well that for her, this was already a great concession.

She spoke to him gently, accepted his touch, and allowed him to continue to call her "sister".

Too many good things have happened today, and he shouldn't push it any further.

They still have a long time in the future to change this relationship.

"We, are we still brother and sister?" Shi Chuan heard his own hoarse voice.

"Yes," Tang Sijia nodded, "just brother and sister."

"Okay." Shi Chuan replied softly.

As he replied, Tang Sijia felt that the huge stone pressing on her heart fell down.

At this moment, she finally let herself go.

"The bungee jumping here is very good, do you want to go?" Shi Chuan asked in a low voice.

He always remembered that the last date before they parted last year, the bungee tower in Jing City was closed, which became their regret.

Tang Sijia was slightly startled and said politely: "You are injured, you should take good care of yourself."

"It doesn't matter," Shi Chuan said quickly, "I can..."

"I've been there." Tang Sijia spoke softly, thinking of the past when she went there with Song Xiuren. Her mood began to change from that bungee jumping, and her eyes softened.

Shi Chuan's voice stopped abruptly, he looked at her, and felt that her eyes had changed a lot compared to just now.

Softened.

This change made him uneasy: "With a colleague?" he asked.

He wanted to know everything about her, and couldn't wait.

Tang Sijia reacted, but did not answer his question. She stood up and said, "It's getting late. You should go back and recover from your injuries."

Shi Chuan stared at her expression carefully, and finally nodded when she frowned, "Okay."

He walked quietly towards the door. It was only a short distance away. He remembered the scene when she was injured at the University of Economics and Business, and she was worried and struggling to support him.

But now, there is only an invisible distance.

However, it's already very good.

Shi Chuan said to himself, and when he reached the door, he stopped: "Can I send a message to my sister in the future?"

Tang Sijia paused and nodded slightly.

"Will you reply?"

"...If you're not busy."

Shi Chuan laughed and walked out the door quietly.

The door closed behind him, and Shi Chuan looked back. He felt that he had made an extremely correct decision.

Walking out of the hotel gate, the cold wind blew over the boy's thin body. There were several black cars parked not far away. The door of the leading Maybach was kicked open from the inside. William got out of the car, glanced at him, sneered, and ordered: "Take him back to me!"

The bodyguards ran down from the car and surrounded Shi Chuan expressionlessly.

William sneered: "Run again."

Shi Chuan said calmly: "No, I'll go back with you."

She asked him to take good care of his injuries, and he would listen to her.

William glared at him, obviously unbelieving, waved his hand, and let the bodyguards carry the man to the car.

The car door closed. William kicked it shut without any hesitation, got in from the other side, looked at the young man's nonchalant profile, and laughed angrily: "I'm just going out for a trip, and you got rid of a dozen bodyguards and sneaked back to the country?" "

Shi Chuan, do you think this was just a minor fight like before, and a minor injury will heal in minutes? You should be glad that the idiot was holding a small-caliber light pistol, otherwise, your entire left shoulder would be left with only a pool of rotten meat!"

He still can't forget that when he rushed to the private beach, Shi Chuan covered his shoulder, half of his body was covered in blood, but he was still laughing wantonly, looking down at the idiot who was scared: "You're out."

Afterwards, he found out that before the gunshots, Shi Chuan actually drove a yacht and took the idiot for a "wander" near the coast.

But this crazy person, the first thing he did after seeing him was to ask him to see if the tattoo on his shoulder was damaged. After learning that the flower branch was cut off by the scar, he murmured that he had to make a phone call.

What a lunatic.

William couldn't help thinking.

"William, I saw her." Shi Chuan ignored William's long phone call and said softly.

"Nonsense, I don't know why you ran back?"

Otherwise, he wouldn't have rushed here directly after returning to the country.

Shi Chuan pursed his thin lips lightly, with a shy expression on his face: "In the afternoon, she was staring at a boy who dressed very similarly to me. William, is she thinking about me too?"

"How should I know?"

"She doesn't object to me getting close to her, and she also said that she wants to continue to be a brother and sister with me." Shi Chuan curved his lips lightly.

William finally looked at him: "Be a brother and sister?"

"You went through all this trouble just to be a brother?"

"Brother and sister, that's family," Shi Chuan explained seriously, "Last year, when she took me home, she said that I could call her sister, and we would be each other's family in the future."

"Now, she said this to me again, which means we are starting over."

Soon, they will become each other's family, lovers, and lovers like before...

William looked at him. During this period, for the first time, he saw a glimmer of hope in the eyes of his cousin.

He suddenly couldn't help but wonder, Shi Chuan's father was cold and his mother was paranoid. What would Shi Chuan, who combined their personalities, be like when he was stimulated?

"Eric has been bailed out by your father, but I'm afraid there will be no chance to return to China in the future." William said.

After all, now Shi Chuan and that idiot, one is a perfect victim with exquisite appearance, genius IQ, and who resolutely returned to his nationality when he just turned 18, and the other is an Australian juvenile offender.

Public opinion has long been clear.

Even if Jiang Huaian wanted to help Eric, he had to consider the fluctuation of the stock.

Shi Chuan responded without much interest, looking at the scenery outside the window that was rapidly receding, and suddenly asked in a low voice: "Why?"

"Why?"

"Why is the legal age for marriage 22?"

William didn't even look at him, and said simply: "Get lost."

*

Hotel.

Tang Sijia was still sitting on the sofa in front of the French window, holding her mobile phone, hesitating for a while, and sent a message to Song Xiuren: [Thank you. ]

Thanking him, she finally unloaded the burden hanging on her heart at this moment, and felt unprecedented relief.

Soon, Song Xiuren replied to her: [You're welcome. ]

Tang Sijia was stunned: [Do you know what I thank you for? ]

[No matter what you thank me for, you're welcome. ]

After this message, another one was sent immediately: [Besides, since something can make you thank me, it must be beneficial to you, Tang Sijia, I'm happy for you. ]

Tang Sijia looked at this sentence, and her heart was touched slightly.

This time, after a long time, she replied: [Song Xiuren. ]

[Hmm? ]

[When are you free, I'll treat you to a meal? ]

Now think about it, he helped her so much, but she has never really expressed her gratitude.

On the other end of the phone, Song Xiuren's hand fell on the screen and sent a message to his assistant: [Cancel the flight tomorrow afternoon.]

Then he opened Tang Sijia's dialog box again: [Tomorrow afternoon, there is plenty of time.]

[OK.]

After Tang Sijia replied, he put down the phone.

That night, Tang Sijia had the most perfect sleep, no nightmares, no sudden awakening, and slept until dawn.

Then, when Tang Sijia woke up, she found that Manager Sun had called her three times and sent her seven messages this morning.

The meaning was nothing more than asking her to finish the work at hand and fly back to Beijing.

The radio and television policy tracking staff found that there was a branch line in the script of "Dream" that did not comply with the current regulations. It was very likely that a backup plot line would need to be activated. She needed to go back quickly and iterate the script with the people in the content center.

Tang Sijia had been on a business trip for nearly two months. She didn't need to be responsible for the filming. Other things were almost done. She originally planned to end her business trip and return to Beijing in the early next month. Now it was just a few days ahead of schedule, so she was not at a loss for the time being.

But the dinner she had arranged with Song Xiuren might be ruined.

Tang Sijia told Song Xiuren the news, and Song Xiuren responded quickly, asking about her flight back to Beijing.

Tang Sijia didn't doubt him and told him the truth.

Song Xiuren replied: "It's the same no matter where you eat."

Tang Sijia thought he was just comforting her, and after expressing her apology again, she used the whole day to finish the important work at hand, and backed up all the work that could be processed online on the hard drive. At

4:20 the next afternoon, Tang Sijia boarded the plane to Beijing.

The ticket was originally bought at the last minute, and the seat was in the middle seat in a cramped corner, but the whole journey was only more than two hours, so she could bear it.

Thinking of this, Tang Sijia felt a little comforted in her heart, fastened her seat belt, leaned against the backrest and closed her eyes to take a nap.

Someone was walking around, and the footsteps were far away and then close, until a dark shadow stopped beside her, and the sound of leather shoes touching the ground was heard, followed by the sound of luggage being put down, and then the person sat down.

It should be just the person sitting next to me, Tang Sijia thought quietly.

"Someone said he would treat me to a meal, but when we arrived at the agreed place, he ignored me?" A deep voice sounded softly beside her ear.

Tang Sijia opened her eyes suddenly, hesitated for a moment, and turned her head away.

The handsome man sat next to her, his eyebrows and eyes were relaxed, and his eyes seemed to have some kind of infectious power, making people want to trust him.

"Why are you here?" Tang Sijia lowered her voice, but couldn't suppress the surprise in her eyes.

Song Xiuren smiled and said, "I came to keep the appointment."

Tang Sijia was stunned.

Song Xiuren laughed and said, "I went to Beijing to deal with some things."

Tang Sijia still felt incredible. Until the plane took off, she still felt like she was in a dream.

This flight included a dinner, a small portion of mashed potatoes, and a small portion of simple noodles with soybean paste.

The two ate quietly on the small table close together. When they were almost done, Tang Sijia heard the man's smiling voice: "I said, it doesn't matter where you eat."

When the plane arrived in Beijing, Song Xiuren's driver was already waiting at the airport exit.

"After lunch, it's a gentleman's job to take a lady home," Song Xiuren joked, "I wonder if Miss Tang will give me this opportunity?"

Tang Sijia looked at him. He always acted in a measured way, and he resolved the awkwardness inadvertently. It was not

until he got into Song Xiuren's car that Tang Sijia remembered that his phone was still in flight mode, and he turned it on.

Several messages came in instantly. In addition to work messages, there were two text messages from familiar but unfamiliar numbers:

[Sister is going back to Beijing today? ]

[I'll ask the driver to pick you up. ]

The time of sending was half an hour ago.

Tang Sijia fell silent.

She also received a message from this number yesterday, saying that he was recovering from his injuries.

She saw it, but didn't reply.

Unexpectedly, he sent another message today. She realized that if she didn't reply, the other party was afraid that the driver would really make a wasted trip.

Tang Sijia replied: [No need. ]

The other party replied almost immediately: [The driver &*& should have arrived]

There were no punctuation marks, and the garbled code in the middle was also particularly strange, as if the keyboard was randomly pressed due to hand shaking.

Tang Sijia: [I'm already in the car.]

This time, the other party was silent for a while: [Are you going back with your colleagues?]

Tang Sijia glanced at Song Xiuren who was flipping through the documents, put away the phone for a long time, and did not reply.

When she got home, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

After two months of business trip, plus the gifts and specialties she brought for Sister Wang and the others, Tang Sijia brought back two large suitcases and a small suitcase.

Song Xiuren helped her carry them up.

Seeing the faint sweat on Song Xiuren's forehead, Tang Sijia remembered the purified water that was always prepared in the refrigerator, and hurried to the kitchen, but the moment she opened the refrigerator door, it closed again with a "bang".

"What's going on?" Song Xiuren heard the noise and walked to the kitchen door.

Tang Sijia hurriedly shook her head, her cheeks slightly hot: "I'll take you downstairs, there's water in the supermarket at the entrance of the community..."

Song Xiuren looked at her flushed cheeks and frowned slightly: "Are you sick? Or is there something in the refrigerator that scared you?"

Tang Sijia shook her head, hesitated for a moment and said softly: "The night before the business trip, I put the unfinished dinner and some vegetables in the refrigerator and forgot to deal with them..."

Now, that plate of food has already gone bad, and the vegetables are also black and soft in the refrigerator. The smell and appearance are very uncomfortable.

After all, it was the first time for Song Xiuren to come to his house, and he saw her so sloppy...

Song Xiuren laughed: "Just because of this?"

As he spoke, he walked forward and caught a glimpse of a garbage bag beside him. He took it in his hand, opened the refrigerator door, put the moldy food and the plate into the bag, tied it, and held it in his hand as if nothing had happened: "Let's go."

Tang Sijia looked at his calm movements and was a little confused for a moment: "What?"

"There's nothing in the refrigerator. What are you going to eat tonight and tomorrow morning?" Song Xiuren said, "Go to the supermarket to buy some ingredients."

Tang Sijia was stunned and responded softly.

The ingredients were basically selected by Song Xiuren, and he bought a full shopping cart without realizing it.

Probably because of the warmer weather, seven or eight elderly people were gathered in the square downstairs in the community to chat and exercise.

When Tang Sijia and Song Xiuren returned to the community with large and small bags of ingredients, they met the sight of many elderly people, who looked at her one after another, and then looked at Song Xiuren beside them.

Tang Sijia felt a little uncomfortable, lowered her head, and her steps were also faster.

It was not until she returned home that Tang Sijia realized with regret that she was supposed to send Song Xiuren away, but in the blink of an eye, he sent her back.

Looking at the food that was fully loaded, Tang Sijia hesitated: "Song Xiuren."

"Hmm?"

"You didn't eat anything tonight, why don't you stay for dinner?"

Song Xiuren's eyes moved slightly, but he quickly shook his head: "It's okay, I'll go back and eat."

Tang Sijia was stunned.

Song Xiuren raised the corner of his lips: "Don't feel pressured by what I said that night. I want to get your favor, so I should pay."

"As for now, the old people downstairs just saw us. If I stay too long," he said, "it's not good for your reputation."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked out, gently closing the door.

Tang Sijia still stood there in a trance. After a long time, she turned and walked into the bathroom. When the cold water splashed on her cheeks, she realized that her ears were burning.

It was unknown how long it took Tang Sijia to finally come out of the bathroom.

Just as she was about to put the ingredients into the refrigerator, the doorbell rang again.

Tang Sijia pursed her lips, exhaled, and opened the door: "I forgot something..." She

stopped talking halfway when she saw the boy outside the door.

Shi Chuan stood outside the door, just like he used to go home on time after finishing classes every day to prepare dinner, his delicate eyebrows and eyes were well-behaved and harmless: "What?"

Tang Sijia curled her lips: "Nothing, why are you here?"

Shi Chuan smiled and shook the ingredients in his hand: "I think you should be home, sister, come to celebrate your return..."

His eyes fell on the large and small bags of ingredients behind the woman, and his voice gradually disappeared.