Chapter 24 024 Comfortable love.

The atmosphere in the car suddenly became a little uncomfortable with Tang Sijia's agreement.

Strictly speaking, Tang Sijia had never been in a serious relationship. Seeing Lu Langzhou's expressionless expression, she didn't know what to say. She looked around, silently unbuckled her seat belt, and whispered: "I'm going home first."

Just after closing the car door, there was a hurried sound of opening and closing the door from the driver's seat. Lu Langzhou cleared his throat and said: "I'll take you."

Tang Sijia looked at the distance of only a few dozen meters from the apartment building and did not refuse.

The street lights stretched the shadows of the two people very long, and the two people walked very slowly. Occasionally, the shadows touched each other, and occasionally separated slightly.

Until Tang Sijia felt something touch the back of her hand lightly, she lowered her head and just saw Lu Langzhou's hand turned over and held her hand.

Caught by her gaze, Lu Langzhou touched his nose unnaturally, and asked after realizing it: "...Is it okay?"

Tang Sijia didn't say anything, but just slowly shook her hand back.

Tang Sijia remembered the scene when she was in school, staring at this hand in a daze. Now, this big hand carefully wrapped her hand in the palm.

This feeling was very strange, but not disgusting.

The two of them soon arrived at the downstairs of the unit and stopped.

Lu Langzhou was quiet for a while: "Sijia, are we... together now?"

Tang Sijia looked up at his eyes and nodded gently: "Yeah."

Lu Langzhou laughed and looked down at her. It wasn't until someone walked out of the unit that they came back to their senses and quickly separated.

"I'll go upstairs first." Tang Sijia whispered.

Lu Langzhou nodded: "Okay, I'll watch you get into the elevator."

Tang Sijia walked into the corridor, and the elevator had already gone up, so she had to wait for the next one.

About a minute later, the elevator door opened with a "ding" sound, and Tang Sijia walked into the elevator and looked out the door.

Lu Langzhou was still standing at the door, looking in her direction, smiling and waving at her.

Tang Sijia was stunned for a moment, and for a moment she felt as if her heart was gently caressed, very comfortable.

After returning home, Tang Sijia turned on all the lights in the house, took off her shoes, walked into the bedroom, took out her pajamas and was about to change into them, when she saw from the corner of her eye that among the neatly arranged clothes, there was a shirt that was too loose and the left shoulder had slipped off the hanger.

Tang Sijia took down the shirt and the hanger without any suspicion, straightened the wrinkles of the shirt, and was about to hang it up again, when she noticed something and took it in front of her eyes and looked at it carefully.

When did she have such a big shirt?

The next second, Tang Sijia's face turned pale, and the hand holding the hanger suddenly loosened, and the shirt fell lightly to the ground. She turned around and walked quickly into the bathroom, holding the sink to calm her peristaltic stomach.

She remembered that one morning, Shi Chuan was making breakfast in the kitchen, and she had just woken up. Under the messy quilt, she couldn't find her own clothes, so she put on Shi Chuan's shirt.

She remembered that day, the boy looked at her with eyes that were as aggressive as real, deeply engraved in her heart.

Coming out of the bathroom, Tang Sijia threw her shirt into the trash can and walked to the living room.

There was no carpet in front of the sofa, and she no longer had the habit of sitting on the carpet to read or work.

Tang Sijia fell quietly on the sofa.

The phone rang, and she picked it up and looked at it.

Lu Langzhou: [Sijia, I am very happy today. ]

Tang Sijia looked at this sentence, her heart gradually calmed down, and after a long time, she curled her lips and replied: [Me too. ]

After sending it, she clicked on Lu Langzhou's avatar and changed his note to "Langzhou".

Then she pinned the chat.

Putting down the phone, Tang Sijia quietly looked at the light above her head.

It was so bright.

Just like her visible and transparent future.

*

Shi Chuan woke up from a nightmare again.

This time, he didn't even remember the content of the nightmare, but only remembered a burning rose.

In the end, the rose was completely burned to ashes and disappeared.

The heart was beating violently, and it was once difficult to breathe.

Shi Chuan glanced at the time. It was two o'clock in the morning.

No longer sleepy, Shi Chuan got up and went to the study. He looked at the mountain of documents and turned on the computer. The dense words on it were like twisted earthworms, constantly wriggling, but he couldn't see anything.

Shi Chuan threw the documents on the table suddenly. After an unknown period of time, he stood up calmly and went to the living room with the documents and computer.

Barefoot, stepping on the cold white carpet, he sat in front of the sofa, put the computer on the coffee table, and spread the documents beside him.

His expression inexplicably began to become focused, and the sound of his fingers tapping on the keyboard sounded in the quiet night. Until the last word of the cooperation plan was typed, his mobile phone rang.

Shi Chuan took the phone and found that it was already past five o'clock.

William pushed him a personal business card, the WeChat of a man named Sun Zhi.

He knew that he was the director of the Nanshan Media Content Center.

William: [Whoever caused this mess in Nanshan should clean up the mess. ]

Shi Chuan looked at the name quietly and clicked in for a long time.

Sun Zhi did not set the permission for Moments, and he could see at a glance a group photo of a dinner party last Friday: celebrating the completion of the content center of "Ember"!

On the right side of the group photo, a familiar smiling face suddenly caught his eye.

Shi Chuan's eyes were dazed, looking at the long-lost face with a calm smile.

He knew that Tang Sijia had blocked him, because he had never seen her updates on Moments since the day she left.

She looked thinner, but her expression was very gentle, as if nothing had happened.

There was no resentment after being deceived, no residual pain after being hurt, just standing there quietly, and time seemed to slow down.

Is she okay now?

Why doesn't she hate him? How can she not even understand hatred?

Shi Chuan felt that his head began to hurt again.

What was she doing at this time?

*

Tang Sijia slept particularly well this time, without any dreams.

As soon as he entered the company, he was met with Sister Wang's teasing eyes: "Something happened."

Tang Sijia didn't understand.

Sister Wang showed her phone: "Lawyer Lu, who hadn't posted to Moments for a month, suddenly posted a photo of a little black dog last night. Combined with the fact that he liked the Moments post about your bungee jumping... are you in touch again?"

Tang Sijia opened her phone and saw that at about 1 a.m., Lu Langzhou posted a Moments post: [Are you happy too, Lulu?]

The picture was a smiling face of Lulu sticking out her tongue.

A new message popped up on the top of the screen: [Sijia, are you at work?]

Sister Wang happened to see it, and she opened her eyes wide in shock, looking at her: "Sijia, you and Lawyer Xiao Lu, the two of you..."

Tang Sijia met Sister Wang's gaze, her cheeks slightly hot, and nodded: "We are together."

"Last night."

"I was wondering why Lawyer Xiao Lu suddenly had a fit and posted on WeChat Moments in the middle of the night last night!" Sister Wang looked at her in surprise, "This is a good thing!"

Tang Sijia was infected by Sister Wang's smile and couldn't help laughing.

It turns out that a healthy and normal relationship will make yourself and the people around you happy.

Instead of floating around, worrying about gains and losses.

The late summer in Beijing always retains the heat of midsummer, and the air conditioner is always on for a moment, sending cool air into the office buildings.

In such a late summer, Tang Sijia easily talks about a love affair that belongs to her own world.

Every morning, she and Lu Langzhou would say good morning to each other, and then start their own work for the day.

Sometimes they would call each other at noon, and sometimes they would be busy or have a lunch break, so they would simply explain.

If they don't work overtime at night, they will start to put on the video as soon as they enter the kitchen, showing each other the process of cooking, chatting while cooking, and talking about whatever comes to mind.

Sometimes Lu Langzhou will talk about the funny cases he has seen, and Tang Sijia can always get the laughs.

Sometimes Lulu will suddenly appear in Lu Langzhou's camera to steal the spotlight, tilting her head to look at her in the black box, and then wagging her tail happily and barking.

Sometimes they don't even have to say anything, and they won't feel awkward.

Every Saturday and weekend, they either go to a movie together and discuss the hidden movie plot together;

or stroll around the surrounding attractions, see the obviously overpriced scenic spot souvenirs, and then put them down tacitly;

or go to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities, Lu Langzhou always stops her plan to rent a shopping cart to push home, and jokes: "Isn't a boyfriend used as a laborer?"

Or go to the Internet celebrity restaurant that you occasionally see to check in, and then privately complain about the empty name.

More often, it is two people and a dog, holding hands and walking quietly by the lake reflected by the sunset after work.

Tang Sijia felt extremely satisfied with these boring things in the eyes of others.

This was her perfect imagination of "home".

This comfortable state lasted until the end of October.

Tang Sijia and Lu Langzhou originally planned to use Saturday and Sunday to take a short trip to the seaside city in the neighboring province.

Lu Langzhou had even made all the strategies, including what time to leave, which scenic spot to check in first, then go to the seaside restaurant to eat seafood, and finally go to the famous seaside library together.

Unfortunately, man proposes, God disposes.

Early on Saturday morning, Tang Sijia had already changed into a long dress for the beach and applied sunscreen. The next second, she received a series of fatal calls from Manager Sun, asking her to rush to the company before ten o'clock because there were important work arrangements.

Tang Sijia had no choice but to apologize to Lu Langzhou about overtime.

Lu Langzhou's tone was visibly disappointed, but he quickly cheered up and asked her to focus on work.

"Anyway, you can go to the beach anytime."

Tang Sijia comforted him a few more words, then hung up the phone and hurried to the company.

As soon as Manager Sun saw her, he put a pile of documents in front of her: "Take a look first."

Tang Sijia was puzzled, but still opened the file. Inside was a printed version of the novel manuscript, with only a big title "Dream".

It tells a fantastic story, and some fragments are even too cult, so they are chilling.

Strangely, after reading the whole story, connecting all the details, and savoring it again, I feel that the background of the story is particularly warm.

Tang Sijia spent two hours reading it, but still felt unsatisfied, and couldn't help but turn back, turn to those details, and review them again carefully.

The office door was pushed open, and Manager Sun walked in with a piece of paper: "Have you finished reading it?"

Tang Sijia nodded.

"What do you think?"

"Very good," Tang Sijia couldn't help but praise, "It makes people want to adapt it."

Some words in this world are only suitable to be words, while some words are more suitable to be adapted into those magnificent pictures.

"Dream" is undoubtedly the latter.

Although some of the texts show immaturity, the concrete description of the cult classics and the various fantastic ideas perfectly satisfy people's obsession with adrenaline and the irresistible gentle background.

"This is Song He's new work. I asked someone to find several connections and signed a huge confidentiality agreement to get a replica." Manager Sun looked at her.

"Song He?" Tang Sijia was surprised.

Of course she knew Song He. The stories he wrote were all full of imagination, and he even had many die-hard fans at home and abroad.

Many people asked in the exchange forum: What is Song He's brain like to imagine such a picture?

But if there is a flaw in these books, it is... the adaptation is very bad.

Fantastic ideas need mature special effects support, and this kind of original script, capital dare not take risks, so it can only let one good story after another sink into the big pond of mediocre films.

"The previous suspense theater in Nanshan cannot be started for the time being, and the actors cannot be coordinated, so I am going to start a new project," Director Sun looked at Tang Sijia, "Xiao Tang, I hope you will be in charge of the new project."

Tang Sijia opened her eyes wide in surprise, and when she met Director Sun's trusting eyes, her heart inexplicably calmed down a lot.

"Okay, do you need me to do anything?"

"Go find Song He and get the authorization letter first."

"Ah?" Tang Sijia was stunned, "You haven't got the copyright yet?"

Director Sun looked at her with an expression of "If I got it, why would I need to read the reprint?"

Tang Sijia: "But I don't know where Song He is..."

"Address." Manager Sun pushed the note in front of her, "Be sure to get his authorization documents at the lowest price."

Tang Sijia was silent: "Manager Sun, although Song He's adaptation luck is very bad, you should also know that Song He's copyright fee is not cheap, right?"

"I know, so what?"

"Then how to get the authorization?"

"With sincerity."

Tang Sijia: "..."

Manager Sun laughed and patted her on the shoulder: "You go and negotiate first. If you can negotiate before the end of this year, then talk about the money."

Tang Sijia glanced at the note in her hand. It was written on an address in the villa area in the west of the city. After a moment of hesitation, she finally nodded.

After lunch, Tang Sijia waited until the lunch break at the company before taking the subway to the address on the note.

The villa area in the west of the city is not like the magnificent villa manor, but a three-story villa with a single door and a single building. It has excellent greenery, is next to the lake scenery, and the air is particularly fresh.

It is also a place for many wealthy people to recuperate and retire.

Tang Sijia followed the note and found Building 08 in Area B. Looking at the tall and exquisite metal fence in front of her, she slowed down her breathing a few times before ringing the doorbell on one side.

The bell rang three times, and then the door of the white villa building opened. Then, Tang Sijia saw a boy in white casual clothes carefully poking his head out. He looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, very cute, and looking at her curiously.

Tang Sijia smiled: "Hello, is this Mr. Song He's home?"

The boy stared with round eyes and did not answer.

Tang Sijia lowered her voice and explained her purpose: "My last name is Tang, Tang Sijia, the relevant person in charge of Nanshan Media, I came to discuss copyright with Mr. Song..."

"Candy?" The boy finally walked out of the heavy villa door, looked at her cautiously for a while, crossed the courtyard, stopped two meters away from the fence door, and asked seriously, "Do you have candy?"

Tang Sijia was silent, thinking that the other party didn't hear what she said next.

But seeing the boy's expectant eyes, she still reached into her bag and found a few chocolates that she had prepared for overtime work. She took them out and spread them out in her palm: "Do you want them?"

The boy's eyes lit up immediately, and he ran forward without hesitation to take the chocolates away.

Tang Sijia quickly put away the chocolates: "But you have to tell me where Mr. Song is first, okay?"

The boy blinked and his eyes became unhappy: "Do you also have something to ask Big Brother?"

"What?"

"When they have something to ask Big Brother, they will say that they like my books and want to spend a lot of money to buy my books," the boy pursed his lips, "You too?"

Tang Sijia couldn't hide the surprise in her eyes: "You are Song He?"

She didn't expect that the person who wrote such a fantastic text was actually a... boy.

Song He looked at her sullenly, and his eyes fell on the chocolate in her hand uncontrollably.

Tang Sijia thought for a while and reached his hand into the gate: "Do you want to eat it?"

"Can I?" Song He's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Of course." Tang Sijia laughed and stretched out his hand.

Song He looked at her cautiously, quickly took the chocolate, peeled one and put it in his mouth: "My elder brother doesn't allow me to eat candy, don't tell him."

Tang Sijia didn't know who his elder brother was, and nodded with a smile: "Okay."

Thanks to the three chocolates, Tang Sijia repeated his identity, and Song He finally opened the door.

Looking at the innocent boy, Tang Sijia couldn't help but admonished: "Don't open the door to strangers so easily in the future."

"It doesn't matter," Song He smiled, "My elder brother will know who comes to our house first. There are also housekeeper uncles and bodyguard uncles in the building next door."

Tang Sijia looked in the direction of his finger, and sure enough, he saw the villa yard next door, and several people were looking over here inadvertently.

Tang Sijia quickly retracted his gaze, spitting on himself for trying to pity the rich.

"Sister, what do you want to ask my elder brother?" Walking into the living room, Song He asked curiously.

Tang Sijia was stunned: "I have nothing to ask you, brother. I came to see you."

"Looking for me?"

"Yes," Tang Sijia nodded, and then he remembered what he meant. He hurriedly took out the copyright agreement, "Mr. Song..., I read your new work "Dream" and liked it very much. I want to buy its copyright."

"Have you finished reading it?" Song He asked.

"Yeah."

Song He hesitated: "Do you... really like it?"

"Of course." Tang Sijia affirmed without hesitation, fearing that the other party would not believe it, and he said several points that he was deeply attracted to, "The point of customizing memory is novel enough. People who lack love want to customize the memory of their unforgettable love. People who want to travel around the world but don't have time can customize their memories of traveling around the world. Moreover, the customized memory will be cleverly integrated with their original memory, plus the various bizarre experiences of the protagonist in the memory later, and the final reversal..."

When talking about the things she likes, Tang Sijia said more and more. When she finished, she met Song He's dazed eyes.

She hurriedly stopped: "Am I..." She said too much.

Before she finished the last sentence, the door of the villa was pushed open from the outside.

Tang Sijia looked over following the sound. A man in a black shirt was standing at the door. He was tall and handsome. He was holding a suit of the same color in his hand. His hair was a little messy, perhaps because he was in a hurry.

"Brother!" Song He stood up in surprise.

Song Xiuren glanced at him and looked at Tang Sijia.

Tang Sijia stood up hurriedly: "Hello, Mr. Song. I am the relevant person in charge of Nanshan Media. I came here to discuss the copyright of Mr. Song He's book "Dream."

"Brother, my sister likes my book!" Song He said loudly as if to take credit.

Song Xiuren looked at Song He and his eyes softened: "I know. Song He, go upstairs first, I will talk to Miss Tang for you."

Song He's eyes obviously lowered, and he said "Oh", looking back every few steps and walking towards the stairs.

"Song He." Song Xiuren lowered his voice.

Song He's footsteps became much faster, and soon disappeared at the corner of the stairs.

There were only two people left in the huge living room, and Tang Sijia felt a little nervous for a while.

She could see that Song He's elder brother was completely different from Song He. His expression was very gentle, his tone could be considered soft, but his eyes had a distant temperament.

Moreover, he looked familiar, and Tang Sijia was sure that she had seen him before.

"Miss Tang," Song Xiuren looked at the girl in front of him, polite and decent, but his eyes gradually lost their warmth, "I'm sorry, I won't sell Song He's books anymore."

At this point, his tone contained a little decency without mentioning the name, and reminded: "At the same time, I hope Miss Tang will not come again, so as not to waste your efforts."

Tang Sijia frowned in confusion, not quite understanding what he meant.

Song Xiuren had already moved away: "It's not easy to get a taxi here, I'll ask the driver to take you to the nearby subway station."