Chapter 36 036 "There will be fireworks on the mountain tonight."

The winter night was silent and cold, and even the warm lights seemed frozen.

Tang Sijia's palm was numb because of the excessive force of the slap.

She looked at the boy in front of her who was smiling at her. He was still as delicate and beautiful, but it was chilling.

"Are you satisfied now?" Tang Sijia heard her own hoarse voice, "You won, I'm divorced, what else do you want?"

Shi Chuan slowly raised his hand, wanting to touch the cheek of the person in front of him.

Tang Sijia still stood there calmly, without dodging, but as he approached, her face became paler and her throat tightened uncontrollably.

Shi Chuan's hand finally froze not far from her cheek, a few millimeters away, without touching.

"Since you're divorced, sister should take off the ring that man left for you," Shi Chuan smiled obediently, "I don't like sister wearing it to hit me."

Tang Sijia lowered her head and looked at the ring on the middle finger of her right hand. I don't know when this ring became extremely dim.

Suddenly filled with unprecedented fatigue, Tang Sijia slowly took off the ring.

Shi Chuan's eyes suddenly burst into dazzling brilliance. He wanted to hold her hand and stroke her bare fingers, but before he could do anything, he heard the woman's voice again.

"Is it okay now? Can you let me go?" There was no ups and downs in her tone.

Shi Chuan's expression froze, and there was a flash of confusion in his eyes, as if he didn't understand why she wanted him to let her go, when all he wanted was...

"Sister, I just want us to go back to the past," Shi Chuan said gently, "Just like in that rental house, living, being intimate, and being close..."

"Don't mention the past anymore." Tang Sijia suddenly interrupted him.

Shi Chuan paused.

"That's all in the past," Tang Sijia raised her head, stared into his eyes, and said word by word, "Do you know? Every time you mentioned the past, all I can think of is how pitifully and ridiculously I was deceived and used by you, and how I was played around like a fool."

"I can't help but think about the past where my sincerity was trampled upon bit by bit; the gifts I gave you, would you mock them in your heart for being cheap; the stupid things I did, were they just a joke; even the intimacy you spoke of only makes me feel ashamed and embarrassed!" "

And now, just because you selfishly want to go back to the past, you once again destroyed the stable life I had worked so hard to get."

For the first time, she used a calm tone to "hysterically" tell about the past he missed and the pain it brought her.

Shi Chuan's smile had frozen, and his eyes gradually became confused and dark as she spoke. After a long time, he spoke slowly: "But you don't like Lu Langzhou, do you?" "I

just want you to be honest with your heart," he looked at her deeply, "Sister, dare you say that during the time you were dating Lu Langzhou, you never thought of me once?"

He spread his hands: "When you held his hand, didn't you think of another pair of hands you once liked more?"

"When he couldn't even remember what you liked to eat, didn't you miss the time when you went home every night and your favorite meals were on the table?"

"So what?" Tang Sijia sneered, "Can it cover up the true face of being deceived?"

"The past you talk about is just an illusion built on lies."

"We can make it real," Shi Chuan curled the corners of his lips, his eyes stained with a bit of nostalgia and fanaticism, "You want the well-behaved Shi Chuan, and I can give you that..."

"I just want you to stay away from my life completely," Tang Sijia said calmly, "Just pretend that nothing happened at this time last year, just as if we have never known each other."

The emotions in Shi Chuan's eyes were completely annihilated: "Impossible, sister."

"You say I'm terrible, I admit it. If you still blame me and hate me, you can slap me a few more times, just like you did just now."

"But you extended a hand to me, and I grabbed it. Now," he stretched out his left hand, "unless you cut off this hand, otherwise, it will not let go..."

Tang Sijia took a small step back, staring at the person in front of him in a daze.

"You know, Shi Chuan," she said quietly, "I would do things that hurt people, and I would say things that hurt people's hearts. I just don't want to become that way."

"But now, looking at what you are doing now, I suddenly understand," Tang Sijia laughed, his eyes red, but still said seriously, "You can abandon it at will when you don't want it, and you will do everything you can to get it when you want it. For someone like you, it's no wonder that your father abandoned you, your mother hurt you again and again, and even I..."

Shi Chuan's face was very calm, and only when he heard the last sentence did his face change slightly: "Tang Sijia, you are not allowed to say it!"

"I hate you too."

She still said it.

Shi Chuan stood still, his hand stretched out in the air, as if it had lost its strength, hanging by his side, and his dark blue eyes looked at her steadily.

Tang Sijia lowered her eyes and swallowed the sourness in her throat.

After an unknown period of time, Shi Chuan slowly stretched his hand under her cheek and caught a drop of water.

Tang Sijia was slightly stunned.

As if awakened by this tear, Shi Chuan hugged her, hugging her so hard that he wanted to embed her into his ribs: "No, you love me. Tang Sijia, you said it yourself."

His tone was light and confused, as if to comfort himself: "You just got divorced and separated from the people you thought were your family. I know..."

Unfortunately, he didn't finish his words, and a huge force pushed him away.

Tang Sijia held on to the lamppost beside her, coughing violently and retching a few times.

Her stomach was empty after not eating anything all day, and she couldn't vomit anything.

Shi Chuan looked at her in confusion, his eyes showing a bit of helplessness.

The phone rang, and a new email came into the mailbox.

He clicked it and when he saw the content of the email clearly, his expression gradually calmed down: "You need time to calm down, sister, you are too tired."

"Today, just pretend that I have never been here..."

He wanted to touch her eyebrows, but stopped when he saw her pale cheeks: "Next time," he said, "Next time, let's meet on a sunny day."

Tang Sijia glanced at him, walked around him, and walked into the corridor.

This time, it was unobstructed.

Until she walked into the elevator, she could still feel a pair of eyes behind her locked on her, and she did not look back.

When she got home, it was almost eight o'clock.

Tang Sijia lay on the sofa. She obviously had no appetite, but her stomach kept twitching. After a long time, she walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. She only saw a handful of noodles and a few eggs left before the business trip.

Tang Sijia made herself a bowl of hot soup noodles. The white and smooth poached eggs lay on the noodles, steaming hot.

Walking out of the kitchen, Tang Sijia picked up her mobile phone, only to find that fifteen minutes ago, Lu Langzhou sent her a long message:

[Sorry, Sijia, I should have sent you home tonight, but I'm not in a good state, so I won't make you laugh.

Just now, my father called and resigned. You see, we always miss each other. Sijia, don't blame yourself. In fact, I am a coward. I am afraid of facing challenges from people who are much better than me. This kind of excellence is not only external, but also emotional.

In the future, if you encounter anything, you can always find me, of course, as an old classmate, friend or even... ex-husband. It's all right. 】

Tang Sijia looked at the message, and perhaps the heat smoked her eyes, and tears suddenly flowed down.

But she didn't even have too much time to be sad. The phone rang again. Manager Sun called and said that the scenic spot suggested going there in advance to build the venue. She might need to fly to the group the day after tomorrow, and she would also spend the Spring Festival in the group.

Tang Sijia wiped her cheek and agreed.

The car accident happened during the New Year holiday. From that year on, the Spring Festival was no longer a must-celebrate festival for her.

After spending a night to adjust her mood and a whole day to pack the necessary luggage for a long business trip, Tang Sijia boarded the plane to the crew at 12:20 noon on the third day with her colleagues.

The company bought economy class tickets, and Tang Sijia's seat was by the window, quietly looking at the wing outside the window.

"Sister?" A surprised and pleasant voice sounded.

Tang Sijia was stunned for a moment, and raised her head. Song He was walking towards her from the direction of the first class cabin, with a big smile on his fair and lovely face: "It's you, I knew I would meet you!" "

Why are you here alone? Mr. Song is relieved..." Tang Sijia didn't finish her words, and saw the familiar butler not far away nodded and smiled at her. Behind the butler were several tall and strong men in ordinary clothes. They looked very familiar. They were the bodyguards who often followed Song He.

Tang Sijia took back the rest of her words and greeted Song He.

"I'm on a business trip too!" Song He said happily. It was obviously his first business trip, and he looked particularly excited. "I didn't expect the time to be advanced, so I went there first. My brother's company plans to open up new markets in the south. He will come to see me during the Spring Festival."

Tang Sijia nodded.

Song He was very excited to meet an acquaintance. She begged the housekeeper to ask her colleague to change seats with her, and sat beside her with great interest: "Sister, I have never been on a business trip before," and then looked around curiously, "I have never sat in this kind of seat."

Tang Sijia chuckled, knowing that he was simple by nature, otherwise he would be despised by people who hate the rich.

"Sister, why don't you say anything?" Song He came up to her, "Are you unhappy?"

"No," Tang Sijia smiled and shook her head, "Just... a little tired."

"Is it related to your husband?" Song He suddenly remembered something, and came up to her mysteriously, "Actually, I saw it in the waiting room. Your colleague's family sent them off, but your husband didn't show up."

"He's not good to you at all!" Song He said indignantly.

Tang Sijia looked at his expression of defending her, and her heart warmed. Then she said softly: "No, Song He, he is a very good person."

"It's just that he is no longer my husband."

Song He seemed to be a little confused about the meaning of her words. After a while, he seemed to finally react and looked at her carefully: "Sister, are you okay?"

Tang Sijia nodded: "I'm fine."

Perhaps noticing her emotional loss, Song He no longer laughed and joked with her along the way. Like a sensible child, he sat beside her obediently. Only when the flight attendant came to serve drinks did he ask for a glass of juice and handed it to her with a smile.

Two and a half hours later, the plane landed.

The group specially sent a bus to pick up people.

Thanks to Song He, the crew successfully booked a four-star hotel near the scenic spot for the entire group of staff to rest.

As for Song He, it was naturally a luxury suite arranged by the housekeeper himself, and it was not paid by the company.

Tang Sijia put down her luggage and took a rest for a while. She was going to take the scenic spot's sightseeing bus to monitor the progress of the site construction. Unexpectedly, she ran into Song He again when she went out. The latter was very active and wanted to go with her.

Thinking that there was not much work today, Tang Sijia nodded and agreed.

So the original scale of one sightseeing bus, plus the housekeeper and several bodyguards, became three sightseeing vehicles moving forward together.

After all, it was still in the early stages of construction. Tang Sijia looked around, recorded the tentative investment of some core scenes, and then returned to the hotel.

"Good night, sister." Song He's room was on the twelfth floor, and he waved goodbye to her.

Tang Sijia smiled and walked out of the elevator.

Song He watched her back until he returned to the room. He couldn't wait to take out his mobile phone, find his eldest brother's head portrait, and dial the video.

The ring rang for a while before finally answering.

Song He excitedly described to Song Xiuren the novelty of his first business trip, and described in detail how he felt when everyone called him "Song Editor".

On the other side of the video, Song Xiuren was working, his hands flying on the keyboard, listening intermittently.

Until Song He remembered something, he exclaimed, "Oh, by the way, brother, my sister seems to be divorced, so sad..."

Song Xiuren's hand stopped on the keyboard, and he looked at the screen for a long time: "Sister?"

"It's Sister Tang!" Song He said.

"How do you know?" Song Xiuren asked in a calm voice.

"My sister's husband didn't send her off, so I asked her," Song He pouted, "I really don't like my sister's husband. My sister used to laugh when she saw me, but now I have to tease my sister hard so that she can laugh..."

At this point, Song He suddenly widened his eyes and said excitedly: "Brother, my sister is divorced, can I marry my sister? In this way, we can always play together in the future! My sister won't think I'm stupid..."

"I'll go talk to her now!" As he said that, he stood up and was about to run out the door.

"Stop right there." In the video, Song Xiuren scolded.

Song He stopped in confusion: "Brother?"

Song Xiuren paused, his hands had left the computer, and he pinched his eyebrows: "Do you know what marriage is?"

"Isn't it just being together all the time, playing together, eating together, laughing together..."

Song Xiuren was silent for a while: "What you said, anyone else can also be with you."

"Who?" Song He was curious.

"..." Song Xiuren calmed down, frowned and said, "Now, go to rest."

Song He wanted to say something, but seeing his brother's rare serious expression, he responded sullenly and returned to the bedroom.

On the other side, Song Xiuren looked at the rows of complicated text on the computer in front of him, but his eyes were obviously dazed.

*

That day downstairs in Tang Sijia's house, Shi Chuan received an email from William.

There was only a photo and a wisp of light yellow hair in it. In the photo, a mixed-race boy was surfing on a private beach, and a familiar black shadow stood in a seaside villa not far away.

Jiang Huaian.

Shi Chuan handed the hair to a private identification agency, and the results came out today.

The probability of parentage is greater than 99.99%.

His words actually came true.

Jiang Huaian really has another child.

No wonder he went to Australia more often for a while.

When he left the appraisal agency, he sent the document to Zhou Qing, who called him soon.

Just as he answered the call, a loud questioning voice rang out: "What do you mean, Chris? Why did you send me such a document? What do you want to do?"

Shi Chuan listened to the faint collapse of the voice on the other side and said calmly: "The child is seventeen years old."

Seventeen years old.

In other words, when Zhou Qing was obsessed with Jiang Huaian and Jiang Huaian treated her gently, he already had other women outside.

Zhou Qing fell silent almost immediately after hearing his words. After a long time, she laughed at herself: "Chris, everything about me is just a joke in the eyes of you, my own flesh and blood?"

Shi Chuan did not answer her, but simply told another story: "But don't worry, I will go to Australia in person, and the child will not appear in the country intact."

Zhou Qing fell silent, and after a long time she realized that the call was still going on: "You didn't hang up?" "

Grandmother doesn't want to see flesh and blood killing each other again, and she also hopes that mother will keep it a secret for me." Shi Chuan said lightly.

"Do I have a choice?" Zhou Qing asked back.

Shi Chuan was silent for a moment, and then whispered: "It's understandable to be abandoned by such a rotten person, right, mother?"

"What?"

"Why did mother hurt me?" Shi Chuan stretched out his hand and looked at the chaotic and deep scratch scar on his wrist. Things that he had never disdained, but at this moment, became a thorn in his heart.

Zhou Qing suddenly fell silent.

Shi Chuan chuckled and hung up the call. He suddenly felt a surge of pain in his stomach. He held his stomach and looked out the window. When he passed a pharmacy, he asked the driver to stop. He went in to buy some stomach medicine and poured out a few pills and swallowed them dry.

When the stomachache eased a little, Shi Chuan saw a familiar figure pushing a shopping cart towards the parking lot at the door of a large supermarket across the street.

After pondering for a moment, Shi Chuan returned to the car to get something and walked towards the figure.

Song Xiuren came here to buy some things today to spend the holiday with Song He.

The housekeeper and bodyguards followed Song He. There was no need to trouble the life assistant for such things as shopping, so he just went there himself.

Just after putting the things in the trunk, a familiar voice came from behind: "Mr. Song."

Song Xiuren turned around and looked at the overly outstanding boy behind him, his eyebrows and eyes were a little surprised: "Mr. Shi."

Shi Chuan looked at the things he bought behind him: "Are you going to find Song He?"

"Yeah," Song Xiuren nodded, "I have to stay there for a while."

The development focus of Phantom Technology has gradually moved south, and Shi Chuan naturally knew it. He pondered for a moment: "I saw a piece of gossip about Mr. Song two days ago."

"You are actually interested in this kind of news?" Song Xiuren joked.

"I remember it when I hear it occasionally."

Song Xiuren had to sigh that the boy in front of him was probably the kind of person favored by God. Not only did he have a stunning appearance, but he also had a photographic memory and extraordinary intelligence.

"The girl that Mr. Song mentioned, who he met at a banquet three years ago, is the one you like?" Shi Chuan asked lightly.

Song Xiuren was slightly surprised, his heart skipped a beat for no reason, and a pair of clean eyes broke into his mind.

He nodded: "I guess so."

Shi Chuan seemed to have let down his guard and took out the gift box in his hand: "I'd like to trouble Mr. Song to help me give this gift to the leader of Song He's project team, a girl named Tang Sijia."

Song Xiuren looked at the exquisite velvet gift box, which was the size of his palm and square, and looked extremely precious.

"Mr. Song?"

Song Xiuren came back to his senses, paused, and took the gift box with a faint smile: "Okay."

"Thank you," Shi Chuan was silent for a moment, "The air over there is damp and cold, Mr. Song, please remind her for me to wear more clothes."

Song Xiuren did not agree this time, but just asked: "Why don't you tell her yourself?"

The boy's eyelids drooped, blocking the dim eyes: "She probably doesn't want to hear my voice now."

*

Song Xiuren arrived at the hotel where Song He was at 7:30 on New Year's Eve.

Perhaps because everyone came from all corners of the world and could not go home for the holiday, the dining area on the first floor of the hotel was particularly lively tonight.

The staff and the actors who joined the group in advance were singing and dancing here. The rhythmic music created a great atmosphere. The hotel front desk was also discussing the fireworks show that would be held in a while.

Song Xiuren saw his useless brother at a glance. He was laughing and joking in the crowd with excitement, and he never refused anyone who wanted to take a photo with him.

And all around him were kind smiles.

Song Xiuren watched quietly, and suddenly felt that it was a very correct decision to let him participate in this project.

But... Song Xiuren looked around, frowned slightly, and still didn't see the familiar figure.

"Brother?" Song He's surprised voice sounded, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

The crowd looked over here, and the noise gradually stopped.

The man in a suit and leather shoes had a coat of the same color on his arm. His eyebrows were distant and gentle, full of the elegance of a mature man.

Handsome and compelling.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Song He said with a smile, "Look, this place is much better than living in your villa!"

Song Xiuren responded casually, paused and asked, "Where is Miss Tang?"

"Sister?" Song He looked at the crowd in confusion, "Strange, she was here not long ago, maybe she went back to her room..."

"Do you have something to do with your sister?"

"...Yeah."

"Then go find your sister," Song He reported the room number without any doubt, "Remember to tell your sister that I secretly hid several of her favorite mango pancakes."

Song Xiuren nodded, but when he turned around, he thought of something: "Don't tell strangers other people's room numbers casually in the future."

"Oh."

Song Xiuren didn't say anything more this time, and went upstairs quietly.

In contrast to the lively atmosphere downstairs, the corridor on the eighth floor of the hotel was quiet and empty, with thick carpets on the floor, and there was not even the sound of footsteps.

When he walked to the door of room 8017, Song Xiuren was about to knock on the door, and then he found that his finger joints were a little stiff.

He hadn't felt this way for a long time.

He was nervous.

Curling his fingers, Song Xiuren finally knocked.

There was silence inside, and after a long time, a hoarse voice was heard: "Who?"

"It's me," Song Xiuren's throat tightened slightly, "Song Xiuren."

After a brief silence in the room, footsteps were heard.

Then, the door was quietly opened.

The room was dark, with only a light at the door, revealing the girl's pale face, but she still smiled: "Mr. Song, is there anything?"

Song Xiuren looked at the smile on her lips and her eyes that seemed to be washed by water, and inexplicably took back the polite words he had prepared, and his voice became softer:

"There will be fireworks on the mountain tonight."

"Do you want to watch?"