Chapter 38 038 "Long time no see, Shichuan."...

Tang Sijia sat at the dining table in a trance, and the TV was still reporting the danger of the shooting.

She listened intermittently, and the breakfast she loved originally became tasteless at this moment. Her mind kept flashing with the missed calls from last night and the text message wishing her a happy Lantern Festival.

"These second-generation rich people are fighting for an heir, which is no different from the ancient people fighting for the throne," Li Yi suddenly sighed and said mysteriously, "Rumor has it that the think tank of Hansi Group appeared in the election team of a certain country two years ago..."

"Where do so many rumors come from," Jiang Ting wiped her mouth and turned to look at Tang Sijia, "Sijia, you haven't finished eating yet?"

Tang Sijia came back to her senses and pulled her lips: "I feel a little uncomfortable, you go to the set first."

Perhaps seeing that her face was not very good, Jiang Ting and Li Yi showed her some concern and left together.

Tang Sijia still sat there, took out her phone, was silent for a moment, and searched for the word "Shichuan". In an instant, the news about the shooting last night was overwhelming.

Under each piece of news, there was almost always a photo of a handsome boy, introducing his amazing academic qualifications and experience in the past.

Tang Sijia looked at the pale cheeks of the boy in the photo, and a trace of confusion appeared in her eyes.

Perhaps Song Xiuren has been guiding her as both a teacher and a friend during this period, or perhaps she has seen that Song Xiuren and Shichuan have a cooperative interest. She unconsciously opened Song Xiuren's dialog box, wanting to ask something, but didn't know how to start.

The next second, the phone suddenly rang.

Tang Sijia's eyelids moved, and she lowered her head. Song Xiuren's name appeared on the screen. She cleared her throat and clicked to answer: "Hello?"

"Did you see the news?" Song Xiuren's voice was very light.

"How do you know?"

"Seeing that you keep showing 'inputting'," Song Xiuren whispered, "I guess you are probably feeling uneasy now."

Tang Sijia was stunned, and a real feeling of emotion welled up in her heart. She couldn't help but say: "He called me last night, but I didn't answer."

She was afraid that it was the only call for help.

If someone was in danger because she didn't answer, she would think it was her fault.

Song Xiuren was quiet for a while: "Tang Sijia, you know, no matter what company it is, this shooting case is a scandal."

Tang Sijia was puzzled.

"For a business empire like Hansi Group, it is effortless to suppress this news," Song Xiuren explained. "Now, this news is spreading all over social media, which is enough to show that someone is pushing this news behind the scenes to ferment, intending to trigger public opinion."

Tang Sijia's pupils slightly opened: "You mean..."

"I don't know about the internal struggle of Hansi, but," Song Xiuren slowed down his tone, "Many children from big families have been trained to face various emergency and dangerous situations since childhood. Not to mention people like Shichuan."

Perhaps Song Xiuren's tone is naturally comforting, Tang Sijia's mood gradually calmed down: "Thank you."

Song Xiuren smiled: "I really want to thank me, next time I go back, I hope you can give me a good answer."

Tang Sijia was confused at first, but then reacted and responded seriously: "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Tang Sijia's expression had returned to normal, and she finally had the mood to think about other things.

For example, for the first time, she thought about what he did from another perspective - Shichuan's perspective.

His environment determined that he had to fight against each other since he was born.

If he won, he would have countless wealth and power. If he lost, he would be thrown abroad like Jiang Su and fend for himself.

His deception to her was just a small setback on his way to becoming an heir, which was not even a difficulty.

Whether it was her or others, they were just stepping stones for him to move forward.

She was not the only one, and it was not her fault.

Besides, it was a shooting.

She was just a small citizen. Except for seeing similar gunfights in movies, in the real world, if nothing unexpected happened, she would never have the chance to touch a real gun in her life.

Their worlds were worlds apart, and they were destined to never have any possibility of intersection or integration.

At this moment, a feeling of relief suddenly grew in Tang Sijia's heart.

From then on, he fought for power in his world.

And she also wanted to live freely in her own world.

This was their respective paths.

Perhaps she suddenly figured it out, and Tang Sijia's mind gradually became relaxed.

Even when thinking about the past, even if there is still a faint haze in my heart, my heart will not react as strongly as before.

In the following period of time, Tang Sijia's work efficiency has also improved a lot.

She doesn't need to pay too much attention to the shooting part, but she needs to review the cost budget of the shooting site, the public opinion and public relations plan outside the shooting, the construction of the project database, etc.

In the middle period, due to the adaptation of the script based on the original IP, it aroused controversy among some readers. Tang Sijia organized a plot interpretation meeting to resolve the controversy.

At the end of March, a big-name actor specially invited to participate in the crew finished filming, and the crew specially prepared a filming banquet for this big-name actor.

The work ended a little late that day. Tang Sijia sorted out the information in the database, saved it in the computer, and walked out in a hurry.

But when she walked to the exit of the studio, a boy wearing familiar brand sports shoes and white sportswear walked past her with a box full of props, and his back was thin.

Tang Sijia's footsteps couldn't help but pause and looked at the back.

The boy also noticed her presence, stopped, turned around and greeted her with a smile: "Team leader."

Tang Sijia suddenly came back to his senses and curled his lips: "Thank you for your hard work."

The boy grinned: "It's not hard, just have an internship certificate."

Tang Sijia looked at the boy's clear eyes, and for a moment she remembered the scene when she was in college, and couldn't help but laugh softly: "Remember to go to the wrap-up party tonight, you can eat a lot of delicious food that you can't eat in the group at other times."

"Sure!"

Tang Sijia watched the boy's figure gradually fade away, and was about to leave, but the next second she felt a strange and familiar feeling of being watched slowly creeping up behind her.

She turned around and looked at the unobstructed venue, empty.

*

It was already past seven o'clock in the evening when she returned to the hotel.

The wrap-up party was held in the banquet hall on the top floor of the hotel.

Tang Sijia went back to the room to change clothes first, and was too lazy to put on makeup. She just washed her face, put on some lipstick to improve her complexion, and went upstairs directly.

The decoration of the four-star hotel is already gorgeous enough. On the ceiling, a diamond-shaped chandelier hangs there, reflecting the smooth floor, brilliant and dazzling.

As soon as Tang Sijia walked into the banquet hall, she heard a joyful voice coming from the lounge area on the right: "Sister."

Tang Sijia turned her head and saw Song He looking at her in surprise: "Sister, you are finally done! I went to look for you these two days, but you were not there..."

"The things in the group are quite complicated," Tang Sijia explained with a smile, "so I have never had time..." She paused before she finished her words when she saw the figure coming behind Song He.

Song Xiuren still had a suitcase at his feet, a coat on his arm, and the cuffs of his black shirt were slightly rolled up. He was looking at her quietly with a faint smile in his eyes.

Obviously, he had just arrived at the hotel and came here directly without even having time to put down his luggage.

During this period, Tang Sijia and Song Xiuren mostly communicated online. He would patiently tell her that if she still felt uncomfortable, she could use the "4-7-8 breathing method" or progressive muscle relaxation for her body.

Tang Sijia followed the method he taught her and she was indeed much more relaxed.

And now, it was the first time they met since the Spring Festival.

Inexplicably, under his gaze, Tang Sijia felt a sense of tension in her heart.

It's a bit like the students who are about to be randomly checked by the teacher during school; it's also a bit like other subtle relationships that are hard to describe...

"Mr. Song..." Tang Sijia was about to say the honorific, but then she remembered something and coughed lightly, "Xiu Ren."

Song Xiu Ren seemed to be amused by her conflicted expression, and said slowly: "It seems that I overthink it, you are much better."

"Thank you too." Tang Sijia said sincerely, "If it weren't for you, I don't think I would have recovered so quickly."

Song Xiu Ren looked into her eyes. When she looked at people seriously, her eyes seemed to have a faint gold slowly moving: "You should thank yourself," he said, "If a person doesn't want to recover, it's useless what others say."

"It was you who pulled yourself out of the quagmire."

She just needed someone to tell her "she was not wrong" at the right time.

Tang Sijia was stunned, thinking carefully about his words, and then laughed again: "Thank you for telling me this."

Song He looked left and right, and finally couldn't help but stepped between the two: "Brother, sister, when did you become so close behind my back?"

"Sister and I have a better relationship!" He said, looking at Song Xiuren accusingly, "I will marry sister in the future..."

"Song He!" Song Xiuren rarely called his name seriously.

Song He blinked, looked at Tang Sijia, then looked at his elder brother, and then opened his eyes as if he had discovered some shocking secret.

"I'll put the luggage back to the room first," Song Xiuren turned to Tang Sijia, slowed down his tone, and when he looked at Song He again, his expression was slightly restrained, "Come out with me."

"Oh." Song He replied sullenly.

Tang Sijia looked at the backs of the two brothers in confusion, and didn't care too much. Not far away, Jiang Ting had already patted the empty seat next to her and waited for her. She smiled and walked forward.

After greeting the familiar people one by one, Tang Sijia sat next to Jiang Ting.

"Sijia, what did you just say to Mr. Song?" Jiang Ting couldn't help but come up to ask when she saw her sitting down.

Tang Sijia thought about it and only said a few concise words: "Mr. Song helped me a lot, and I'm thanking him."

"Is that so," Jiang Ting said with regret, "You know, when I saw you and Mr. Song standing together just now, I felt for a second that you two were a good match."

Tang Sijia was slightly stunned, and then chuckled: "What nonsense are you talking about."

In fact, she has always been very clear in her heart that people like Song Xiuren must have many outstanding people of the opposite sex around them, so they would not have any thoughts about ordinary people like her.

He is patient with himself, probably because he saw her patience with Song He.

She really treats Song He as a friend, so he also has some sincere help for her.

"Mr. Song is willing to help me because of Song He." She said.

After the voice fell, she didn't hear Jiang Ting's response. She looked at her in confusion, but saw Jiang Ting looking up at the front.

Tang Sijia turned her head and saw Song Xiuren standing not far in front of the two of them.

She didn't know how much he had heard. She hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly to Song Xiuren.

The banquet started soon. The director and the actors who had finished filming came on stage one by one to say a few words and said goodbye to those they knew.

Tang Sijia was not responsible for the front-end filming. She just toasted a glass of wine and left the banquet center.

She was still not used to such occasions.

Tang Sijia thought secretly.

Fortunately, the desserts at the dinner were good, especially the mango pancakes. She took a few more plates and ate quietly in the lounge area alone.

Across the table, a figure appeared at some point.

Tang Sijia raised her head and saw who it was. She glanced at the dessert in front of her with some embarrassment: "Why didn't you go to the social event?"

Just now she saw Song Xiuren surrounded in the center of the crowd, standing out like a crane among chickens, handsome and elegant.

Song Xiuren looked at the plate in front of her, and thought of something, with a smile in his eyes: "I want to explain something."

"What?"

"Over the years, there are many people who are kind to Song He, whether they are sincere or not," Song Xiuren said, "I usually repay them with checks."

Tang Sijia was puzzled.

"Tang Sijia," Song Xiuren's eyes became serious, and he looked into her eyes quietly, "I won't do this for Song He."

Tang Sijia stared at him blankly, she seemed to understand the deep emotions in his eyes, but she didn't seem to understand. Her

breathing was disordered for a moment.

"But you are not..." Tang Sijia said softly, "There is a girl I met three years ago..."

Song Xiuren pondered for a moment, looked at the empty plate on her right hand, and said casually: "Do you want me to take the empty plate back this time?"

"No, the waiter will..." Tang Sijia didn't finish her answer, and she opened her eyes wide in surprise and stared at his cheek carefully.

The man's eyebrows and eyes gradually matched the appearance in her memory. Tang Sijia couldn't help asking, "Is it you?"

"Huh?" Song Xiuren pretended to be puzzled.

"Three years ago, at the charity dinner of Hansi Group..." Tang Sijia stopped talking.

She remembered the interview with Song Xiuren. He sat in front of the camera with his eyebrows slightly drooping. While recalling seriously, he talked about his first meeting with the girl.

The person he was talking about... was she?

*

The wrap-up party ended at around ten o'clock in the evening.

A group of people gathered at the door waiting for the elevator.

Tang Sijia stood in the crowd and was almost squeezed into the elevator.

When she was squeezed into the corner, a tall figure inadvertently stood in front of her, separating a space for her to stand steadily.

Tang Sijia looked up and looked at Song Xiuren's silent back. Her heart suddenly beat quickly.

The elevator went down floor by floor. When it reached the 19th floor, Song Xiuren still didn't move. It was not until the 8th floor that the figure finally moved and gave up the seat next to him.

When she walked out of the elevator, Tang Sijia turned her head.

Song Xiuren was looking at her quietly. He met her gaze and nodded slightly.

Tang Sijia's breathing was a little disordered. She quickly looked away and walked quickly towards her room.

Because she liked quietness, she deliberately chose the room in the corner, and inside was the emergency exit.

The thick carpet on the ground absorbed all the footsteps, and the corridor was particularly quiet.

Tang Sijia returned to the door of her room, took out the room card and was about to open the door, when the familiar feeling of being stared at reappeared.

At the same time, the voice-controlled light outside the emergency exit suddenly turned on.

Tang Sijia turned her head.

The handsome boy stood there carelessly, wearing the familiar white shirt and black pants, and his overly slender fingers were wrapped in layers of white gauze.

His figure became thinner and thinner, his thin and tender cheeks were as pale as a ghost, and his dark blue pupils stared at her intently.

"Sister, did you mistake that boy for me this afternoon?" Shi Chuan walked towards her, his steps slow and a little weird, "I'm here."

Finally, he stood in front of her, his eyes gradually became hot: "Long time no see."

Tang Sijia looked at him, without moving.

The boy's tone gradually became lighter:

"I miss you very much."

Tang Sijia's breathing stagnated slightly.

Then she suddenly found that as he approached, she would have the urge to escape, but her stomach no longer showed any signs of discomfort.

Tang Sijia gradually calmed down, and for the first time replied calmly: "Long time no see, Shi Chuan."