Chapter 16 016 Chris's back.

Every Wednesday evening, Shi Chuan has a computer class and doesn't get home until after seven in the evening.

If Tang Sijia doesn't have to work overtime, she will go home after buying groceries, put on a favorite song, and slowly cook dinner while listening to the music.

The meal is ready, and Shi Chuan is home.

Today, perhaps because of the confusion of the name "Chris", Tang Sijia didn't feel like cooking, so she bought a dry pot cauliflower and a steamed fish from a small restaurant near her home and took them back.

After steaming the rice and carefully pouring the dishes into the plate, she realized that she had forgotten to remind the boss not to put coriander in the steamed fish because she was absent-minded in the restaurant just now.

Tang Sijia simply sat at the dining table, carefully picking out the coriander one by one, while thinking about whether to ask Shi Chuan about Chris.

When Shi Chuan got home, Tang Sijia had already picked out a small bunch of coriander.

In the kitchen, the rice cooker made a "ding" sound. Before Tang Sijia could get up, Shi Chuan, who had changed his shoes

, walked forward and said, "I'll do it." Tang Sijia watched him walk naturally to the kitchen. When he came out, he held two bowls of rice and two sets of tableware in his hands. "Did you work overtime again today, sister?" Shi Chuan looked at the food on the table. When his eyes met the coriander in the shallow dish in front of the woman opposite, he paused, lowered his eyes, and asked casually, "Why did you pick out the coriander?"

Tang Sijia carefully picked out the last coriander stalk and said casually, "You don't like it again."

Shi Chuan was stunned.

He had never expressed his insignificant habit of not liking to eat coriander. Even if there was coriander in a dish, he would not pick it out even if he hated it.

His mother said that this was table etiquette.

If there were more single foods left in the tableware in front of him, then for the next week, only this kind of food would appear on his table, and he would remember the lesson thoroughly.

Tang Sijia took the shallow dish back to the kitchen and quickly returned: "Okay, eat..."

Before she could finish her words, she felt someone pulling her hand hard. When she reacted, she fell into the arms of the boy.

Tang Sijia cried out softly and hurriedly hugged Shi Chuan's neck to steady her body. However, the boy seemed to have expected it. He leaned down and kissed her lips hard and deeply.

Shi Chuan felt the hand around his neck gradually relax. The woman gradually closed her eyes, and her eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly fluttering its wings.

She is very cute.

He thought.

After the kiss, Tang Sijia's cheeks were already red, and the questions she wanted to ask before were also forgotten. It was not

until she finished taking a shower and her mind was clear that she remembered again and looked at the boy on the sofa: "Shi Chuan."

"Huh?" Shi Chuan looked up and saw her wiping the ends of her hair with a dry towel. Without thinking much, he walked forward and took over her job.

Tang Sijia sat on the carpet, feeling the gentle force on her head: "Last time I went to the infirmary, I actually heard William call you 'Chris'."

The hand wiping the wet hair paused for a moment, but soon regained its composure. Shi Chuan responded: "William said that he grew up abroad since he was a child, and the Chinese environment he was exposed to was not so standard, so he was more accustomed to calling people by their English names." "

So your English name is Chris?"

"Yes." Shi Chuan admitted straightforwardly and frankly.

Tang Sijia's doubts gradually dissipated, and she explained: "This afternoon, a colleague mentioned that the youngest student admitted to MIT two years ago was Chinese, and just like you, he was also named Chris."

Shi Chuan's expression was not strange at all: "So sister thought of me?"

Tang Sijia smiled: "You are also very smart. If you have a good environment, you may not be worse than him."

Shi Chuan did not speak this time, and put away the dry hair towel: "I'll go take a shower first."

Tang Sijia responded, and it happened that a colleague from the market center next door sent a plan for a short play project and the homepage link of the male and female protagonists, and she clicked in.

After learning about the relevant information, Tang Sijia first clicked on the link of the heroine. She was a very cute girl. She usually shot short videos of some plots, but in just a few minutes, it can be seen that her acting skills are very good.

Tang Sijia was in a good mood and clicked on the link of the hero. The cross-dressing video that went viral not long ago was in front of her.

Accompanied by the same BGM, the man in a suit slowly knelt down. The moment he knelt down, the clothes on his upper body also disappeared, revealing eight abdominal muscles that were obviously processed by special effects or lighting.

Perhaps due to the uncertainty of streaming, the hero posted more than a dozen similar videos.

Tang Sijia frowned and slid down, one half-naked man after another, until the BGM changed. Tang Sijia's fingers stopped, and she saw the moment the man's suit disappeared, and a red rose tattoo on his left shoulder crossed his chest muscle.

Because of the light and makeup, the whole video seemed much more upscale.

Tang Sijia was stunned, and she thought of the scar on Shi Chuan's shoulder.

"What are you looking at?" Until a low and hoarse voice broke the silence, Tang Sijia suddenly came back to her senses, hurriedly turned off the screen of her mobile phone, and when she looked up, she met Shi Chuan's eyes.

He still had the fragrance of shower gel on his body, his eyes were downcast, staring at her screen.

At a certain moment, Tang Sijia seemed to see a flash of coldness in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a smile. He tilted his head: "Sister, do you like this?"

"No," Tang Sijia felt guilty for some reason and shook her head hurriedly, "This is the male lead of a small-budget short play in the company. I just want to get to know him."

Shi Chuan didn't know whether to believe it or not, so he sat beside her: "Then you continue to get to know him."

Tang Sijia thought about it and put away her mobile phone: "This is originally tomorrow's work, I'll be busy tomorrow."

"So sister is free now?"

"Well..." The moment Tang Sijia nodded, her body lightened.

Shi Chuan picked her up and looked up at the woman sitting on him: "Then sister, get to know me."

*

At the end of April, before the Labor Day holiday, Shi Chuan went to see Li Ge again.

Now Li Ge stays in the hospital with his wife almost every day, and Shi Chuan also goes directly to the hospital.

Jiang Su invested almost 80% of Nanshan Media's funds in Li Ge's project, but he was eager to take credit at the time and only signed the basic liquidated damages in the contract.

Thirty percent of the contract amount.

Sixty million.

Too stupid.

This "fight" will finally come to an end in a month.

It was four o'clock in the afternoon when he came out of the hospital and five o'clock when he got home, which was just the time

when Tang Sijia got off work. Shi Chuan's footsteps paused slightly.

The game with Tang Sijia was about to end.

It was faster than he expected.

He thought that once he got it, his fantasy would be shattered.

But the facts seemed to be otherwise.

During this period, every time he did it with Tang Sijia, he would always forget his identity for a short time.

It was like he was really a homeless person and met a family that took him in.

The sound of gentle music on the roadside broke into Shi Chuan's mind. He turned his head and saw a simple tattoo shop surrounded by a group of flower shops.

He remembered that Tang Sijia had stared at a video of a tattooed man with his upper body naked a few days ago.

He was sure that she was looking at the tattoo.

And in her eyes, there was a strong, infuriating pity, or more like attachment.

It was strange that even if he didn't do it with Tang Sijia at this time, or even if she was not by his side, he had forgotten his identity.

By the time he reacted, he had already walked into the tattoo shop.

When he walked out of the tattoo shop, Shi Chuan had already thought of a reason: to give Tang Sijia a gift and leave a commemoration for this exploitation that was about to end.

Just like the scars left on his body when he was a child, it had no meaning.

The tattoo took nearly two hours, and it was almost eight o'clock when he got home.

The table was filled with a sumptuous dinner, and at the table, the woman was quietly waiting for him to come back late.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she turned around with a smile in her eyes: "Are you back?"

Shi Chuan paused, his eyes a little dazed, and his steps towards her involuntarily hurried a little. It was not until he stood by the dining table that he heard his faint hoarse voice: "Is there something to celebrate?"

"Huh?" Tang Sijia was puzzled at first, but when he saw the table full of food, he smiled and said, "Tomorrow is a holiday, let's celebrate a little tonight."

"By the way, why did you come back so late?" "I

was busy with something."

Shi Chuan didn't plan to mention this to Tang Sijia before the tattoo healed, but Tang Sijia still found something wrong.

Sometimes, she was always ashamed to take off his clothes, but when it came to his health, she could always abandon some of her reserve.

But in a moment, Tang Sijia had pulled down the white shirt on her shoulders and stared at the black buck rose on his left shoulder.

The black branches and dark red petals bloomed beautifully on the scar.

It was like the most gorgeous and dazzling flower blooming on the barren and rotten land.

Tang Sijia reached out and gently stroked the flower.

Just when Shi Chuan thought she would ask him why he got a tattoo and why he chose a black buck rose, the answer he had prepared long ago was about to come out: Because you like tattoos, because you said that this scar looks like a black buck rose.

The next second, he heard a low female voice asking, "Does it hurt?"

Those answers that were not sincere stayed on the edge of the lips and teeth, and there was no need to say them out loud.

Shi Chuan turned his head and looked at the woman beside him.

He saw that her eyes were red.

Then, she leaned over slightly and left a kiss on the petal.

*

Tang Sijia had originally planned to have a good time with Shi Chuan during the May Day holiday and visit this city that he had never seen carefully.

Unexpectedly, the next afternoon, a message was sent in the work group, and many people in the content center returned to the company to work overtime.

Naturally, there was a problem with the previous script. Since the origin story took place in the 1980s, it involved some sensitive issues. Even though the team had circumvented it, it was still rejected when it was submitted for review.

There was no other way, Tang Sijia had to return to the company, barely comforting herself that at least she still had three times the salary.

As for Shi Chuan, he was visibly depressed these days. Every time Tang Sijia saw him, she felt as if she was comforting a frustrated dog. Only when she stroked his fur would his eyes shine.

Until the last day of the holiday, the revised book was finally submitted again. Perhaps in order to reward everyone for their busy overtime work in the past few days, everyone was allowed to go back to rest at 3:30 in the afternoon.

Tang Sijia did not go back immediately, but went to the city center and did not return home until it was dark.

Shi Chuan was waiting for her. As early as this morning, she told him on WeChat that she would give him a gift. At this time, he was looking at her expectantly.

Tang Sijia originally planned to have dinner first, but the boy's eyes made it difficult to ignore, so before he asked her "Where's the gift?", she took the initiative to kiss his lips.

Shi Chuan was stunned at first, but soon reacted and took the initiative to swallow her breath.

The hazy voice in her ear was vague: "If this is a gift from my sister, then I like it very much."

The slender hand moved down her spine, feeling her trembling, and his lips unwillingly moved down to her neck.

Tang Sijia panted softly and answered: "No."

"Huh?"

The young man's lips held the buttons in front of the woman's body and undid them skillfully, but stopped when he smelled the familiar smell of blood and the faint fragrance of tattoo repair cream, and looked up at the woman's eyes.

Her eyes were always gentle, like a handful of water, shining on him quietly, her eyelashes trembling, waiting for him to discover the "gift".

Shi Chuan suddenly felt that his hands were very stiff. After a long time, he raised his hand and slowly took off the shirt on her right shoulder.

On the flawless white skin, there was a pattern composed of red and swollen lines.

It was a rose.

Exactly the same rose as the one on his left shoulder.

This was a gift from her to him.

"Shi Chuan..." Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Tang Sijia turned sideways and looked over.

Before she could see his eyes, a big hand grabbed the back of her head, and Shi Chuan kissed her, a more violent and crazy kiss than any other time, landing on her eyebrows, nose tip, lips, chest, and continued down.

Coffee table, sofa, bed...

Only on the way to the bathroom, when passing by the full-length mirror, did Shi Chuan stop. Tang Sijia hugged his neck breathlessly, buried her cheek in his chest, and said in a broken voice: "Shi Chuan, don't stop here..."

Shi Chuan hugged her and saw clearly in the mirror that their shoulders were closely pressed together, and under the dense pain, there were two roses that seemed to be connected together.

When it was over, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening.

Tang Sijia sat weakly on Shi Chuan's bed, covered with a thin quilt. Thinking of the crazy scene just now, her heart still had a few uncontrollable tremors.

In the kitchen, Shi Chuan was preparing supper, and the crisp sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding could be heard from time to time.

After thinking for a while, Tang Sijia opened the quilt and walked towards the sound.

In the corner of the sofa, the phone rang a few times.

Tang Sijia turned around, picked up the phone, and walked towards the kitchen while checking the message.

Li Yi's message: [Sijia, I can only find a blurry back photo of Chris Chiang that you asked for.]

[Picture]

Tang Sijia clicked on the big picture. On the lawn of the Great Dome, in front of several towering Roman columns, dozens of parents and students stopped.

Only a teenager in a black jacket, with his back to the camera, walked in alone.

A blurry back, nothing can be seen.

But it was indescribably familiar.

Tang Sijia looked up. In the kitchen with warm lights, Shi Chuan had his back to her and was skillfully cutting a small tomato.

Inexplicably, his back gradually overlapped with the photo on the phone...