Chapter 37 037 "Tang Sijia, you are sick."...

The hotel lobby was still brightly lit at night.

A handsome man in a black coat stood quietly and patiently at the door. He was slender and elegant, and exuded an indescribable mature charm, attracting everyone's attention.

The phone rang, Song Xiuren took it out and took a look. It was about the company. He quickly replied, and a cautious figure appeared in front of him.

Song Xiuren looked up, and a strange girl came over with a mobile phone, her cheeks flushed. A personal business card was displayed on the screen: "Hello, I heard that you are Song He's brother, can I add a contact number?"

The elevator door not far away opened with a "ding". When Tang Sijia, who had changed her clothes, walked out, she saw this picture.

She paused, then understood, smiled and stopped, and decided to wait a while before going forward.

Song Xiuren noticed something and looked up at her: "Sorry, the person I'm waiting for has arrived."

With that, Song Xiuren walked around the girl in front of him and stood in front of Tang Sijia.

She had changed out of her pajamas in the room, wearing a white sweater and simple jeans, a light-colored coat on the outside, and a dark brown scarf, half of her face was hidden under the scarf.

Those watery eyes were obviously washed and still flushed.

"Have you changed?" Song Xiuren asked.

Tang Sijia nodded and said embarrassedly: "Did I bother you?"

"No." Song Xiuren answered and walked side by side with her towards the door.

Tang Sijia looked around strangely: "Is Song He not going?"

She thought that Song He asked Song Xiuren to go and call her.

Song Xiuren's steps froze slightly: "He is still playing, let him have some fun tonight."

Tang Sijia hesitated, turned around and couldn't find Song He, so she gave up.

Because of the New Year, the hotel was busier than usual. The long string of lights stretched all the way to the mountain road not far away. Strangers and familiar faces took photos under the lights, waiting for the fireworks to be set off.

The hotel was just below the scenic area. Turn left and walk more than 100 meters to the road up the mountain. The two did not drive, but walked along the sidewalk towards the mountain.

Song Xiuren was quiet for a while: "I just took the phone, it was for work."

Tang Sijia looked at him puzzled.

Song Xiuren lowered his eyes: "...No contact information was added."

Tang Sijia was stunned, only to feel that the atmosphere was subtly strange, he said "Oh" hesitantly, and then joked: "No wonder the news said that Mr. Song is not interested in women."

Song Xiuren glanced at her, perhaps seeing that she really did not misunderstand, he chuckled: "It's not to that extent."

Tang Sijia remembered the interview video she saw two days ago about Song Xiuren mentioning the opposite sex three years ago, and echoed: "Yeah, Mr. Song seems to have mentioned it in the interview."

"Huh?" Song Xiuren raised his voice and asked back, "You watched it too?"

"Ever since you became the financial backer of our company, we have memorized your every move frame by frame." Tang Sijia's words were naturally exaggerated, but without Song He to make jokes beside her, the atmosphere was a little awkward, so she had to tell some jokes to break the atmosphere.

Song Xiuren looked at her and continued, "Since you recited frame by frame, you must remember what I said."

Tang Sijia nodded, "You talked about a girl you met three years ago."

Song Xiuren looked at her deeply and retracted his gaze, "Yes."

As they spoke, the two had already walked up a small hill along the light string.

There was a mountain blocking the way below, so they couldn't feel the cold. Now standing on the hill, a cold night wind blew.

Tang Sijia's scarf was blown away by the wind, and the cold wind poured into her coat, making her shiver.

She tried hard to tidy up the scarf, but the more she tidied it, the messier it became. Her long hair blew into the scarf and tangled with the tassels of the scarf.

Tang Sijia felt an inexplicable irritation in her heart, and she increased her strength in her hands, about to tear her hair off.

A hand suddenly grabbed her long hair and stopped her from moving.

Tang Sijia's hand froze.

Song Xiuren's hands gathered her long hair gracefully, without touching the skin on the back of her neck. He only lifted up the curled hair and handed one end of the scarf to her: "Tidy it up."

Tang Sijia paused, whispered "thank you", and quickly straightened the scarf.

The moment he straightened it, Song Xiuren also let go of her hair.

The cold wind was still blowing, and the hems of their coats fluttered.

Tang Sijia looked at the lights at the foot of the mountain, and seemed to still hear the laughter of her colleagues playing: "I don't know when the fireworks will start."

She forced a smile to break the awkward atmosphere.

Song Xiuren did not answer this time. He looked into the distance and suddenly said: "Do you know that some companies have begun to add breakup holidays one after another."

Tang Sijia looked at him puzzled, wondering why he suddenly brought up this topic.

"The breakup holiday is five days," Song Xiuren turned his head, met her gaze, and continued, "That is to say, it is normal and allowed to be sad for five days when you break up."

The forced arc of Tang Sijia's lips gradually became stiff. After a long time, she looked away and forced a dry laugh: "Mr. Song also knows?"

Song Xiuren looked at her: "If you don't want to laugh, you don't have to laugh."

"Tang Sijia," he called her full name for the first time, "It's not working time now, you have the right not to laugh."

The moment his voice fell, a dull sound sounded in the distance, and then a bunch of red and blue fireworks bloomed in the dark night, like countless tiny meteors, forming a bunch of gorgeous fireworks.

Tang Sijia stared blankly for a long time.

When warm liquid flowed out of her eyes, Tang Sijia thought, today is the fifth day of divorce.

So, crying is normal and allowed.

Another bunch of fireworks bloomed, and Tang Sijia quietly rubbed her eyes with a fluffy scarf.

The next second, a hand appeared in front of her eyes, with a neatly folded handkerchief on its slender fingers.

Tang Sijia didn't want to look up and be seen by others, so she lowered her head and said "thank you" softly, took the handkerchief and quickly wiped her cheek.

An hour had passed since they came down from the mountain.

It was extremely quiet along the way. Tang Sijia tightly grasped the handkerchief stained with tears. Knowing that the silence now was all due to herself, she took the initiative to ask: "Is the breakup holiday Mr. Song mentioned true?"

Song Xiuren looked at her slightly red and swollen eyes and nodded: "Some companies abroad and in Haicheng have added this kind of emotional holiday."

"Does Mr. Song's company have it too?" Tang Sijia asked casually, with a strong nasal tone in her voice.

Song Xiuren didn't point it out, but thought about it seriously and said: "You can consider it."

"Then the company's employees will definitely be very grateful to you."

Tang Sijia curled her lips.

On the way back to the hotel, Song Xiuren had to pass the parking lot in front of the hotel. He suddenly thought of something: "Wait a minute."

Tang Sijia looked at his back in confusion as he walked towards a black car in front. Then he came back with a square velvet box in his hand: "This is..."

"Someone asked me to bring you a gift."

Tang Sijia was confused: "Who..."

As she spoke, she opened the box, but when she saw what was inside, her expression froze.

"It's Shichuan." Song Xiuren's voice rang out.

In fact, his answer was no longer needed. Tang Sijia looked at the things in the box and had the answer in her heart.

It was a crocheted white puppy, which looked very much like the black puppy doll. The difference was that the white puppy's eyes were inlaid with dark brown clear gems.

She remembered that one night in early summer last year, someone stroked her eyelids and said that her eyes were clean dark brown.

Then, a kiss was imprinted.

Her throat tightened, and Tang Sijia tried to suppress the churning in her stomach, but the black doll and the kiss on her eyelids kept flashing in her mind.

The smiling, gentle, and passionate scenes kept switching.

Tang Sijia stuffed the brocade box back into Song Xiuren's arms, turned around and trotted to the side, unable to resist dry heaving.

After an unknown amount of time, there was the sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground behind her.

Tang Sijia wiped the corner of her lip, and was about to apologize for dirtying the other person's handkerchief, but the next second, someone patted her back lightly.

Tang Sijia froze, and after a while she came back to her senses, straightened up, and forced a smile: "Mr. Song, I'm sorry to make you laugh."

Song Xiuren frowned, and looked at her deeply with his dark eyes: "You..." He paused and said his guess, "Is it because of Shichuan's gift?"

Tang Sijia opened her mouth, not knowing how to explain. After a long time, she nodded slightly and smiled apologetically: "It's embarrassing."

She was just deceived, but she had such a big reaction.

Song Xiuren's expression was more serious than ever. He looked at her, and there were traces of soft emotions in his eyes: "Tang Sijia, you are sick."

Tang Sijia was stunned and looked up into the other's deep eyes.

*

It was half an hour later when they returned to the hotel room.

Tang Sijia fell on the soft big bed and looked at the time.

Eleven forty-five.

Tang Sijia opened WeChat and replied to the holiday greetings sent by familiar colleagues, and then found a new message in the circle of friends.

She clicked on it and saw that an hour ago, under the photo of fireworks she posted, there was a like with a black avatar.

Tang Sijia didn't care and quit WeChat. Song Xiuren

's words just now came into her mind again. "Because of Song He, I have read a lot of similar books."

"You are suffering from the conditioned reflex of traumatic memory and excessive self-defense caused by the backlog of emotions that have not been properly handled."

"In this process, your brain will unconsciously associate your body with the contact, smell, and memories of the perpetrator, so that once there is a touch, it will trigger a physiological reaction."

"Tang Sijia, this is not embarrassing, you are just sick."

Tang Sijia's hand gently touched her heart.

Song Xiuren said that she was sick here.

He also said that if she believed him, he could help her.

Suddenly, cheers rang out outside the window, and they could be heard clearly from the distance of the eighth floor. The fireworks bloomed more and more brilliantly, followed by the sound of countdown.

"Ten, nine, eight...

Tang Sijia glanced at her phone, it was almost midnight.

"...Three, two, one!

At the moment the countdown ended, Tang Sijia's phone lit up.

A message came from a familiar yet unfamiliar number: [Happy Chinese New Year, sister.]

Tang Sijia stared at these words in a trance, and quietly turned off the phone for a long time.

The next day was the first day of the first lunar month. According to regulations, work should have started normally, but after all, it was the Spring Festival, so the team decided to take a day off privately.

When Tang Sijia went to the restaurant on the first floor early in the morning, the staff had already contacted the restaurant kitchen and were making dumplings and glutinous rice balls together.

The 100-inch wall-mounted TV played the Spring Festival Gala as background music.

Li Yi was one of the colleagues who went on a business trip with Tang Sijia. In addition, the team also arranged a local assistant named Jiang Ting for her. At this time, the two were waving to her happily.

Tang Sijia smiled and walked forward, and soon joined the dumpling-making army of the northern camp.

Even if Li Yi was careless, he could still notice the reluctance in Tang Sijia's smile these two days. In addition, she took off the ring on her ring finger and considerately never mentioned Lu Langzhou or topics related to love. He just kept asking her to work harder and eat more.

Jiang Ting also keenly noticed something and acted coquettishly to ask Tang Sijia to teach her how to make dumplings.

The lively restaurant suddenly fell into a brief silence, and Tang Sijia looked at the source of the silence.

Today, Song Xiuren had changed out of his neat suit and wore a black sweater instead, which made him look more casual.

Meeting Tang Sijia's gaze, he paused, walked up slowly, and explained: "Song He played too late last night, and Zhang Bo brought him breakfast."

Tang Sijia nodded.

Song Xiuren was silent for a while: "Can I stay here?" When he asked this question, his eyes were always on the girl opposite.

It seemed that he was asking more than just this question.

Tang Sijia paused, looked into his eyes for a long time, and nodded again.

In the morning, everyone had the first meal of the Spring Festival together, and soon left. Some people agreed to go to someone's room to play script-killing games, some decided to go for a stroll nearby, and some went to the e-sports room upstairs to play games.

On the sightseeing bus, Tang Sijia stared at the scenery on both sides in a trance.

Today's weather is exceptionally clear, and the mist in the distance seems to reflect colorful light mist under the sun, like a fairyland.

Until the sightseeing bus stopped above the Grand Canyon, Tang Sijia got off the car and saw the bungee jumping platform not far away.

The difference is that the bungee jumping platform here is much larger than the one in Beijing. At an altitude of 260 meters, just looking at it makes people's adrenaline soar.

"You know," Song Xiuren said as he walked over there, "If you want to repair yourself, you must allow your emotions to be released and cut off the conditioned reflexes established with those things that make you sad."

Tang Sijia looked at him puzzled.

Song Xiuren seemed to be amused by her eager look, and chuckled: "The most effective method is sensory desensitization, using new sensory stimulation to cover the original sad associations."

Tang Sijia paused: "Actually, I have bungee jumped before."

Song Xiuren asked patiently: "What were you thinking at that time?"

Tang Sijia was slightly stunned.

At that time, she was thinking: She didn't have to come with Shichuan.

She thought: She can do it alone.

It was like a competition.

But when she stood on the bungee jumping platform and jumped down, she thought: If the rope breaks, it will be fine.

Song Xiuren considerately did not continue to ask, but said seriously: "Tang Sijia, this time, I want you to seriously recall every beautiful and sad moment, don't escape."

Tang Sijia was stunned.

Those past events, unless accidentally touched, she rarely took the initiative to recall.

She thought that one day, they would fade away by themselves.

"There is one more thing that is different from last time," Song Xiuren walked up to the bungee jumping platform with her, "I will go down before you and wait for you below."

Tang Sijia looked up suddenly.

Song Xiuren's expression was as usual, sparse and warm, only his eyes were looking at her quietly and trustingly.

After a long time, Tang Sijia nodded gently.

The staff brought the safety rope, and Song Xiuren was the first to wear it. After the inspection, the two walked onto the glass plank road together.

Tang Sijia looked at Song Xiuren's slender figure standing in the wind and sunshine. Before he jumped, he looked back at her.

From beginning to end, he was extremely calm.

Perhaps someone had taken the lead in front of her, and Tang Sijia was no longer so nervous.

She began to recall every bit of the past as Song Xiuren said.

Beautiful, longing, passionate, sad, sad, desperate...

The moment when the scenes passed by her eyes, she heard the sound of the wind surging rapidly in her ears.

The strong sensory stimulation cast a faint and blurred filter on those memories, and everything seemed to be left behind.

There was only one thought in her mind: it's good to be alive.

After an unknown amount of time, the safety rope that was recovered was tightened little by little, and she was taken to the boat. The moment she got ashore, she saw Song Xiuren walked towards her quickly and stood in front of her.

Perhaps adrenaline was at work, Tang Sijia's heart was still beating violently.

"Thank you, Mr. Song," Tang Sijia thanked sincerely, "I feel like I have died once."

However, she seemed to feel much more relaxed. Recalling the past again, she felt the tension and excitement of jumping down.

Song Xiuren said "hmm", and his fingers stretched out involuntarily.

"Mr. Song?" Tang Sijia was slightly stunned.

Song Xiuren suddenly came back to his senses and retracted his hand: "Your eyes..."

Tang Sijia touched her eyes in confusion and touched two tears.

She was stunned for a moment.

Song Xiuren had already turned around first, his voice slightly hoarse: "Since we have experienced life and death together, can we change the name?"

Tang Sijia was stunned: "What should I call you?"

"You can call me by my full name or my name." Song Xiuren said.

Tang Sijia opened her mouth. She was used to using honorifics, and she was still not used to the sudden change.

"It's difficult?" Song Xiuren looked at her.

Tang Sijia pursed her lips and told the truth: "You are older than me. To be honest, when we first met, I was a little afraid of you, just like the feeling of a student towards a teacher..."

Song Xiuren was silent, thinking of what she thought was their first meeting, and his attitude was not really good, and said helplessly: "Teacher is teacher," he rarely joked, "Compared to you young people, I am indeed a few years older."

"No, you don't look old at all!" Tang Sijia hurriedly said, hesitating for a few seconds, and called his name word by word with difficulty, "Song... Xiuren."

Song Xiuren heard the last two words, his Adam's apple moved, and he responded softly after a long time.

*

When the two returned to the hotel, it was exactly six o'clock in the evening.

They ran into Song He head-on, complaining that the two went out to play without asking him. Seeing that Song Xiuren ignored him, he wanted to hold Tang Sijia's arm to complain, but his eldest brother glanced at him and silently let go of his hand.

Tang Sijia was puzzled as to why he suddenly became so obedient. Just as she was about to ask, she heard Song Xiuren's voice: "Are we going to work tomorrow?"

Tang Sijia swallowed the question and nodded.

"I also have to go to Linshi to attend several banquets and business forums. I will rush back after I am done." Song Xiuren said, and then looked at her quietly.

Tang Sijia's expression was slightly condensed. She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she always felt that he seemed to be reporting his schedule.

"Brother, you didn't tell me where you were going!" Song He complained, "You and your sister have a little secret that you don't want me to know!"

Tang Sijia looked up at Song Xiuren.

Song Xiuren did not respond to Song He, but still looked at her: "Before leaving, I need you to do something, okay?"

Tang Sijia nodded.

"I need you to ask yourself every day when you get up, whether the harm that person has done to you reflects his problem or your value."

Tang Sijia opened her eyes wide in surprise. She thought that today had taken up a lot of his time.

Today was the first time she took the initiative to recall the past, which was a great progress for her.

Unexpectedly, he was more serious than she thought, and he wanted to help her so hard.

Tang Sijia's heart wrinkled and tightened, and a feeling similar to being touched gradually grew. She pursed her lips and became serious: "Okay."

Song Xiuren's eyes slowed down slightly, and then he thought of something and glanced at Song He: "You can stay here, but don't disturb others' work at will."

Song He was secretly angry that the two of them were hiding something from him. Seeing that his eldest brother didn't want him to disturb his sister, he was even more unhappy. He snorted and turned his head away.

Song Xiuren left overnight that night.

Tang Sijia also devoted herself to work the next day. According to the quality control standards of the sample, she supervised the workers on site to build the real scene, supervised the modification of the book, and paid attention to not exceeding the corresponding budget and reducing unnecessary expenses.

Days passed one by one, perhaps Song Xiuren's method really worked, and she felt that her thoughts gradually changed.

Shi Chuan's use and deception were his mistakes.

And she just had a failed relationship.

In this relationship, she had given her all sincerely and loved hard, and every moment of her was sincere.

It was just that the result was not satisfactory.

She was the one with a clear conscience.

On the night of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the group specially cooked glutinous rice balls and set off fireworks.

A group of young people of similar age laughed and played together, and it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening when it ended.

Tang Sijia was pulled by Song He and Jiang Ting, and they also endured until this time.

Perhaps because her thoughts were more relaxed during this period, coupled with the fatigue of work, Tang Sijia soon fell into a deep sleep.

The moment she closed her eyes, the silent mobile phone on the bedside table lit up, and the unfamiliar number flashed on the screen, one after another, until it automatically hung up.

When Tang Sijia woke up, she saw a missed call and a text message, both from the same number.

[Happy Lantern Festival, sister.]

Tang Sijia looked at the text message, and for the first time, she was in a peaceful mood.

Without replying, Tang Sijia put her phone in her bag and went to the restaurant downstairs.

Li Yi and Jiang Ting saw her and invited her to have breakfast together.

The TV behind them was playing gossip news for the diners to pass the time.

Tang Sijia smiled, took the breakfast and walked over, but before she sat down, the news on TV changed the picture:

"Successor dispute? Shi Chuan, the heir-in-waiting of Hansi Group, was shot at a private beach in Sydney at around 11:50 last night. He has been rushed to a local hospital and his life or death is unknown..."

11:50.

Tang Sijia put down the dinner plate, was stunned for a moment, and took out her mobile phone.

The time of the call from the strange number last night was 11:52:37.