Chapter 47 047 "She is a very nostalgic person."...

On the weekend, Tang Sijia, Song Xiuren and Song He went to Universal Studios, which Song He had always wanted to go to.

Tang Sijia was not sure whether she and Song Xiuren were reconciled now, but when the crowd was crowded in the peak area, Song Xiuren seemed to hold her hand casually, and then never let go. It seemed to go back to the time when the two of them just got together. No one looked at each other, but I don't know whose palm had a thin layer of sweat.

Song He was very excited today. Wearing the magic robe of Hufflepuff College and holding a magic wand, he wanted to play every project.

Of course, except for the exciting and thrilling projects.

Ring the doorbell and listen to the spoof sound effects of the Minions; the crying of Myrtle can be clearly heard in Harry Potter's bathroom; the rafting of the Dragon Warrior was not missed...

From morning to evening, it ended with a sense of unfulfilled desire.

On the way back, Tang Sijia thought of something and asked casually, "Song He, have you been here before?"

He seemed to be very familiar with some of the projects inside.

Song He nodded without doubt, "I have been there, but it was the one in Los Angeles. My mother took me there. I have been there several times..."

The more he spoke, the smaller his voice became.

Tang Sijia was puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Then, following Song He's gaze, she saw Song Xiuren with his eyebrows slightly drooping.

He was always gentle and polite, except for the night when they "broke up", this was the first time she saw him showing an emotion that was almost rejection.

Tang Sijia stretched out her hand and gently covered his slightly clenched fist: "Xiuren?"

Song Xiuren came back to his senses, and held her hand tightly in his palm with his backhand, and smiled as usual: "I'm fine."

Tang Sijia was still full of worry.

The car stopped at the gate of the community, Song He stayed in the car waiting, and Song Xiuren and Tang Sijia walked quietly towards Building No. 6.

The two were very quiet along the way, but when they walked downstairs, Tang Sijia took the initiative to ask: "Xiu Ren, do you want to say something?"

He rarely mentioned his family, and the media never reported it.

Now it seems that everyone has an unknown past.

Song Xiu Ren was silent for a while, and gently rubbed her hair: "Can it be next time?"

Tang Sijia nodded: "Of course."

Song Xiu Ren laughed, paused, and hugged her gently again: "Si Jia, I don't seem to have told you that I missed you very much during the nearly one month we were apart."

Tang Sijia was stunned, and whispered for a long time: "Me too."

"Really?"

Tang Sijia nodded in his arms.

"But when we met in the hall corridor that day, you were so polite to me," Song Xiu Ren's voice was a little hoarse, "I thought you didn't care."

"Of course not," Tang Sijia said hurriedly, "I would think about it at night, that day in the hall... I was busy with work."

"So I lined up behind the work."

"It's because of the separation that I want to keep myself busy." Tang Sijia's voice became softer and softer.

Song Xiuren's eyes gradually regained their brightness: "So, it's because of me?"

Tang Sijia was already a little embarrassed, so she let go of her hand and pushed him: "Okay, you should go, Song He is still waiting for you in the car."

Song Xiuren laughed: "Okay."

"Girlfriend."

Tang Sijia was stunned, watching him leave, and the thin layer of haze that had been covering his heart for some time gradually dissipated...

*

On Monday, Tang Sijia had just started work when he was called upstairs by Vice President Sun.

When he arrived at President Sun's office, he was staring at the computer. When he heard the knock on the door, he stood up and said with a smile: "Xiao Tang, two good news, which one do you want to hear first?"

Tang Sijia was silent: "What's the difference?"

Sun Zhi nodded at her with regret: "Do you still remember the Urban Development Foundation jointly established by major enterprises in Beijing a few years ago?"

Tang Sijia nodded: "I remember."

The foundation is a non-profit organization of a public welfare nature. It usually invests in projects that promote urban development, including infrastructure, cultural tourism and other aspects.

"I sent the documentary script to the president of the foundation with a trial mentality, but I didn't expect him to be very interested," Sun Zhi said excitedly, "Just last month, the foundation launched a targeted funding with the theme of 'City Memory', and the point of 'City Night Watchmen' just fits in with this theme."

Tang Sijia was also very surprised when she heard this.

She had seen the topic selection, core character selection, and shooting plan of the documentary, which was a type of weak intervention and strong documentary.

It's just that documentaries are not like film and television dramas, which have excellent investment attraction capabilities. Documentaries may have some advantages in humanistic care and word-of-mouth awards, but the investment and benefits are often not matched.

Now, if the foundation is willing to sponsor, it would be the best choice.

"There is only one problem now. The president of the foundation is currently on vacation in Haicheng and may not come back in the short term. You need to make a trip." Sun Zhi said again.

Tang Sijia hurriedly agreed: "I can."

Sun Zhi nodded with satisfaction.

"By the way, you just mentioned two good things?"

"Yes," Sun Zhi patted his forehead, "The second thing is that the higher-ups have decided to select two outstanding employees from each department of the company to be sent to New York. They can study and work at the same time, and later we will also plan to produce joint projects with the company over there. Basically, you can get a promotion after the assignment. Oh, you don't have to tell those people below, just notify them about the assignment."

Tang Sijia agreed.

Sun Zhi waved his hand.

Tang Sijia walked to the door, and when he opened the door, Sun Zhi suddenly said, "Xiao Tang, you are actually quite suitable for this assignment opportunity."

Tang Sijia was stunned, then smiled, turned around and walked out without saying anything more.

She has lived in Beijing since she was a child, and even though her current job requires frequent business trips, she has never planned to go to another unfamiliar environment.

What's more, she is very satisfied with her current life.

After getting home from work, Tang Sijia told Song Xiuren that he was going on a business trip. The other party was silent for a while and joked: "My girlfriend is a career woman, so I can consider being a good wife in the future."

Tang Sijia couldn't help but laugh while hugging the pillow: "If you really become a good wife, I will be the number one public enemy of Phantom employees."

Song Xiuren laughed softly, and after a moment of silence, he asked again: "Are you going alone?"

"Well, I just want the president of the foundation to sign a document, and I will be back soon."

Song Xiuren nodded: "The scenery at the seaside is nice, you can see it if you have a chance."

"Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Tang Sijia was about to prepare the relevant items for the business trip when his mobile phone rang.

Tang Sijia took it and took a look. It was a pop-up news.

The news said that the youngest son of the chairman of Hansi, who currently holds nearly half of the voting rights, recently went to Haicheng with his marriage partner to celebrate.

There are also two spliced ​​photos below, one of which is Shi Chuan's photo, and the other is just a black silhouette of a girl.

There is no information about the girl, but it seems that they are well-matched.

Tang Sijia took a look and turned off his phone.

*

Tang Sijia flew to Haicheng on Friday.

Because he was on vacation, the president stayed in a hotel suite by the sea, so Tang Sijia also booked a room in the same hotel.

Unexpectedly, she came at an inopportune time. The president went to a nearby island with a few friends in the morning to prepare for a night of sea fishing, and was expected to return tomorrow afternoon.

Tang Sijia had to sort out the relevant information of the documentary on the sideline of the hotel while waiting for the president to come back.

At around five o'clock in the evening, Tang Sijia was startled by the extremely rhythmic music outside the window. When he walked to the window, he found that a small stage had been built on the beach at some point. The sign behind it still hung the logo of the tavern, and the words "Moon Surface" were written in sharp fonts below the logo.

Tang Sijia's eyes showed some surprise.

Moon Surface is a band that suddenly became popular a few years ago. She shared a light rock song of theirs in her circle of friends late at night some time ago, but it was a little inconsistent with her image in the company, so she deleted it quickly.

I didn't expect to meet here today.

Tang Sijia quickly saved the file, changed into a casual long skirt, and went downstairs. Sure enough, she heard people around talking about the appearance of this band.

She felt that her mood was like drinking a bottle of ice-cold cola in the hot summer, and her steps became impatient.

The sand on the beach was warm and delicate after a day of exposure to the sun. Tang Sijia was about to walk towards the stage in her hotel slippers. She caught a glimpse of a figure on the beach and paused slightly.

She turned her head to look over there.

The boy was wearing a casual white top and black trousers, standing there quietly, the sea breeze blew his hair back, revealing his perfect profile.

At this time, he was looking at the distant horizon calmly, as if he was isolated from the world.

Perhaps he noticed her gaze, the young man slowly turned around, and the moment he saw her clearly, there was a look of surprise in his eyes. After hesitating for a few seconds, he walked towards her: "Sister?" Shi Chuan called her.

Tang Sijia moved her lips, but before she could speak, Shi Chuan thought of something and hurriedly said: "I didn't follow you..."

"I know." Tang Sijia interrupted him and pulled his lips, "I saw the news about you and your marriage partner."

Shi Chuan's expression froze for half a second, and then he curved his lips as usual, with a clean and harmless smile: "So sister saw it too."

"Where's that girl?" Tang Sijia glanced at the empty back of him.

Shi Chuan looked at her deeply: "She has something to do, so she has to go back to Beijing. I will go back tomorrow too." At this point, he was silent, "How are my sister and Xiu Ren? He seemed to be in a bad state some time ago."

Hearing this, Tang Sijia lowered her eyes and smiled: "He was just a little unhappy some time ago, but he is fine now."

The light that was faintly emerging in Shi Chuan's eyes was extinguished in the darkness: "He is fine." He repeated.

The hazy yellow sunset shone peacefully on the beach. With the rapid drum beats on the stage like raindrops, everyone's attention was attracted.

Tang Sijia couldn't help but look over there.

"Let's go and see it." Shi Chuan said.

"What?"

"You seem to like this band very much," Shi Chuan smiled, "Let's go and see it."

Tang Sijia nodded and walked over there with the crowd, watching the familiar band members appear in the center of the stage. The first song played was the one she shared that night.

The crowd gradually became agitated, and more and more audiences joined in.

Tang Sijia stood behind the audience, looking at the stage, took a few photos and sent them to her friends. Later, she was gradually infected by the atmosphere around her, and she couldn't help but raise her hands and sway with the drums.

The phone rang. It was a video call from Song Xiuren.

The moment the video was connected, the woman's flushed cheeks appeared on the screen, her eyebrows and eyes were a little excited, and her hair was dyed the color of orange soda by the sunset.

"Are we already at the beach?" Song Xiuren laughed softly, his voice was low and pleasant.

"Yeah," Tang Sijia nodded vigorously, "Xiuren, the sunset here is spectacular, and, look who I saw..."

As she spoke, she turned the camera and pointed it at the band that was singing passionately on the stage.

"So you like this kind of band," Song Xiuren listened for a while, "How many other sides of my girlfriend are there that I don't know?"

Tang Sijia smiled embarrassedly and turned the camera back to herself: "I just think their songs are very lively."

Not far away.

Shi Chuan looked at the woman who was video chatting with Song Xiuren outside the crowd, and the fake innocent smile had long been replaced by a dead silence.

Song Xiuren didn't even know what she liked, but she smiled at him, her cheeks flushed, and she couldn't wait to share the beauty of this moment with him.

Shi Chuan stared at this scene coldly for a long time, picked up two bottles of iced drinks, and walked over there.

Tang Sijia was talking to Song Xiuren about the excellence of the moon surface band. In the afterglow of the setting sun, a few beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose.

A bottle of iced soda was handed to her, and then the boy's delicate and beautiful face quietly entered the camera: "The weather is hot, have a drink, sister."

At the other end of the video, Song Xiuren's smiling lips saw half of the boy's face in the camera, and his expression gradually froze.

Tang Sijia didn't expect Shi Chuan to come over suddenly. She took the drink unconsciously, and then reacted: "What are you..."

"Sorry, I didn't know you were video chatting with Xiuren." Shi Chuan apologized in time and exited the screen gracefully.

Tang Sijia frowned and watched his back as he left.

"Sijia, did Shichuan... go too?" Song Xiuren's voice was a little difficult.

"He and his marriage partner were playing here and happened to meet." Tang Sijia explained.

Song Xiuren pursed his lips tightly. He knew better than anyone that the so-called marriage partner was completely fictitious and was a character made up by Shichuan.

Even the performance at the beach was most likely arranged by Shichuan.

He also knew that Tang Sijia didn't know all this and she wouldn't get close to other men while dating him.

However, as long as he thought about them enjoying the same sunset at the beach in another strange city and listening to her favorite band playing live, he felt an unspeakable annoyance in his heart.

He shouldn't think too much, but he couldn't stop thinking about it.

"Sijia, do you have to wait for the president of the foundation?" Song Xiuren felt that his calmness was suppressed by an impulse, and continued, "I know you really want to get a sufficient budget. Can I invest for you?"

The moment he said it, Song Xiuren was shocked to realize what he said.

He looked at the woman in the camera. Her expression froze for a few seconds, and then she forced a smile: "Xiu Ren, I know you are doing this for my own good."

"I accepted the investment in Dream because I was confident in Song He's story and the drama, and I could give you more returns. But documentaries are destined to be low-return projects, and I don't want you to invest tens of millions just because of me."

She knew very well that given their relationship, even if she accepted it, at most people would say "her boyfriend invested specifically for her" or "a good man who spends a lot of money on his girlfriend."

But she would feel indebted. In this relationship, she would never find a sense of equality again because of this eight-digit investment.

"Sorry, Sijia," Song Xiu Ren said softly, "I was just impulsive just now."

"It's okay, you are also thinking about me."

Even though the two had talked it out, the call ended in a slightly unhappy atmosphere.

Tang Sijia took the phone and looked at the beach not far away again.

Shi Chuan was looking down at his phone. Perhaps he noticed something. He looked up at her. He was stunned for a moment when he met her gaze, and then smiled obediently.

Tang Sijia pursed her lips and looked away. Then she found that the circle of friends she had just posted about the band had a like with a black avatar.

On the other end of the phone.

Song Xiuren was sitting behind his desk, staring at the circle of friends he had just refreshed.

Below were several photos of the band and sunset posted by Tang Sijia.

Above, Shi Chuan, who had never posted anything, posted a sunset and a stage.

The same place, the same angle.

But in the center of the photo of the stage posted by Shi Chuan, it was not the band, but the back of a girl in a bright yellow beach dress.

After a long time, Song Xiuren picked up his phone and sent a message to a number:

[Let's meet. ]

*

The next day, evening.

VIP reception room on the first floor of Hansi headquarters.

Shi Chuan sat quietly on the sofa, his slender fingers gently tapping the side of the sofa, waiting patiently.

Thirty-nine days ago, he was the one who found Song Xiuren.

And now, Song Xiuren took the initiative to find him.

There were two knocks on the door, and the administrator politely made a "please" gesture to the person behind him: "Mr. Shi, the person is here."

Shi Chuan nodded, looked at Song Xiuren walking in, and smiled slightly: "Mr. Song, please sit down."

Song Xiuren ignored his meaning, just stood there, lowered his eyes and looked at him: "Shi Chuan, do you really think I don't know, you are doing it on purpose?"

"Really, so you know," Shi Chuan asked calmly, "Then why didn't you tell her?"

Song Xiuren stared at him.

"Mr. Song, do you still remember what you said when everyone was celebrating you before Phantom Technology went public?" Shi Chuan raised his eyes and met his gaze, "You said that the result was undecided until the last second."

"Why are you so impatient now?"

"Shi Chuan!" Song Xiuren called him in a deep voice, and soon his expression gradually calmed down, "Shi Chuan, do you know what you look like now?"

"Mad man? Bad seed? Low-class villain? Morally corrupt third party?" Shi Chuan asked back calmly.

Song Xiuren stared at him for a moment and laughed: "You are like a child who tries his best to fight for a doll, childish and ridiculous."

Shi Chuan frowned and shook his head for a long time: "You are wrong, it's not a fight for a doll."

When he was a child, someone snatched his favorite doll. Later, the doll that was held by others and stained with other people's smell was cut up by him with scissors and thrown into the trash can.

But Tang Sijia is not a doll.

"It should be said that I am like a pet who tries hard to please the owner and successfully stays by the owner's side to accompany her, while you are the one who is left out and furious."

Song Xiuren was stagnant because of his words. After a long time, he said: "So what? You use all means, but you can only stay by her side as someone else's boyfriend? Once you are exposed, she will avoid you like a flood and a beast."

Shi Chuan's expression was cold and his lips were pale.

"Shi Chuan, last time you said Sijia didn't love me," Song Xiuren sneered, "She is even less likely to love you now."

Shi Chuan still maintained the curve of his lips, his dark blue eyes were like a puppet without any emotional ups and downs, he smiled and said: "It's normal for her not to love someone like me."

"As long as she is still willing to take me in, like, pity, or even feel sorry for me, it doesn't matter."

Song Xiuren looked at him as if he was a madman.

Shi Chuan stood up and walked to his side: "You know, Tang Sijia is a very nostalgic person."

"What she has liked and loved will always have a place in her heart. She still keeps the extracurricular books she liked when she was in school, the commemorative test papers, the simple drawings for practicing, the hairpins given by her parents, and the dolls from her childhood."

"And I," Shi Chuan smiled provocatively, "is one of them."