Chapter 49 049 "Regret Voucher".

In the evening, the airport was bustling with people.

A handsome man walked out of the VIP channel slowly, his face was tired and his expression was rarely dazed.

Song Xiuren met the expert Qin Li mentioned. He was very experienced in dealing with situations like Song He. There was no way to cure him, but he could improve his current situation.

This was good news.

But... this required his family to give 200% of their patience and time to accompany him for treatment again and again, and to try their best to calm his emotions when he was stimulated or resisted treatment. The

sound of the airport announcement sounded.

Song Xiuren looked up and looked at the people who came to greet his relatives, lovers, and friends not far away. His steps could not help but pause. He looked around and did not see the familiar figure.

Song Xiuren lowered his eyes and couldn't help but laugh at himself, laughing at himself for being sentimental because no one greeted him.

He obviously only told Tang Sijia his flight and did not take the initiative to ask for anything else.

Walking out of the airport hall, Song Xiuren was about to contact the driver when someone gently patted his right shoulder.

Song Xiuren looked to the right, but there was no one there. He frowned and thought it was just a prank by a passerby. When he looked away, he suddenly saw a smiling face and a bunch of white and pink tulips.

Song Xiuren was rarely surprised. It took him a while to react. The surprise in his eyes was visible to the naked eye: "Sijia, why are you here?"

Tang Sijia stuffed the flowers into his arms: "I'm here to take you back to China."

Song Xiuren looked at the bouquet in his arms, and his empty heart seemed to be filled in an instant. The tiredness on the road seemed to be swept away, and he felt a great psychological satisfaction. He took her hand: "I'm very happy, Sijia."

Tang Sijia smiled and said: "Are you tired on the road? Do you still have to go to the company today?"

Song Xiuren shook his head and answered one by one: "I'm not tired now, so I don't have to go to the company."

"How about we have dinner together?" Tang Sijia asked again.

"Okay," Song Xiuren took out his cell phone, "Which restaurant do you want to eat at? Western or Chinese? Cantonese, Sichuan..."

"Let's cook it ourselves," Tang Sijia thought for a while, "Let's go to the supermarket to buy ingredients first."

Song Xiuren was stunned. He looked down at her and realized that he was so surprised that he didn't notice that there was also a thin layer of fatigue under her eyes, as if she hadn't rested for a long time.

"Okay," he nodded in response, and then thought of something, and gently touched the pocket of his trousers, "I have something to say to you."

Tang Sijia paused and lowered his voice: "Me too."

They still went to the large supermarket near Tang Sijia's house, just like the night before they confirmed their relationship and Tang Sijia came back from a business trip to the crew, Song Xiuren pushed the shopping cart with one hand and held the woman beside him with the other.

"I remember you like boiled shrimps," Tang Sijia put a box of shrimps into the shopping cart, "and crab roe..."

"You also ate a lot of the broccoli fried ham I made last time."

"And winter melon stewed with duck..."

Tang Sijia has been smiling today. She remembers many small details of their love and some of his little hobbies when eating.

She stood there quietly, and her whole body seemed to be filled with a faint warmth.

It seemed that just touching that warmth could make people have an illusion similar to happiness.

But Song Xiuren looked at it, and an inexplicable fear rose in his heart, as if all the happiness would dissipate in the next second.

"There are only two of us, enough," Song Xiuren stopped her hand that was still about to choose ingredients, held it in his palm, and felt her body temperature before he felt slightly relieved, "Pick some of your favorites too."

"Quick sand buns, glutinous rice chicken, don't you like them very much?"

Tang Sijia was in a trance, and then pulled out a smile: "So you remember them all?"

These were the two dishes she praised when they went to a Cantonese restaurant to check in.

"Yeah." Song Xiuren replied lightly.

After returning home, the two rested for a while and then went to the kitchen together.

Song Xiuren stood by the sink, washing the ingredients, while Tang Sijia handled the ingredients with a knife, handing one over the other, and the two cooperated very well. It was not

until Tang Sijia washed the last piece of Job's tears that Song Xiuren's voice rang out: "Sijia."

"Yeah?"

"Aren't you going to ask me what I'm doing in New York this time?"

Tang Sijia paused with her hand

holding the casserole, and returned to normal after a moment: "Do you want to say it?" She asked back. Song Xiuren fell silent for a long time, put his hand in his pocket, and grasped the brocade box: "I..."

Before he could finish his words, Tang Sijia's cell phone suddenly rang in the living room.

Tang Sijia's hands were still occupied. Seeing this, Song Xiuren turned around and walked to the living room, and took the phone for her: "It's a call from someone named Cheng Qian."

As he spoke, he clicked to answer the call, put the phone to her ear, and his fingertips gently touched her earlobe. Both of them paused.

Cheng Qian wanted to ask her for a copy of the plan she had made for "Dream" for reference, and Tang Sijia agreed without hesitation. After all,

the "Dream" project was the first time she led a team to complete it alone, and it had special meaning to her.

Tang Sijia specially made a backup copy and kept it with her.

"It's in the cardboard box on the left under the bookcase," Tang Sijia said to Song Xiuren, "The top document is it."

Song Xiuren walked out of the kitchen, took out the exquisite and small brocade box from his trousers pocket, looked at it attentively in his hand, and then walked into the second bedroom that was converted into a study, walked under the bookcase, opened the door, and there were two white cardboard boxes neatly placed inside. The documents were clearly visible on the left cardboard box.

Song Xiuren picked up the document and was about to stand up when he caught a glimpse of something and looked at the cardboard box on the right.

There were some miscellaneous small things neatly placed inside, some shabby dolls, old-fashioned hairbands, and some stick drawings framed in frames...

"Tang Sijia is a very nostalgic person."

Not long ago, Shi Chuan's words suddenly flashed in his mind.

Song Xiuren's hand holding the brocade box tightened.

Shi Chuan's words were verified again. Does that mean... in the next few years, there will always be a place in her heart for Shi Chuan?

Song Xiuren pursed his lips, and his eyes swept through the items that were stained by time one by one, and finally fell on a gift box tied with a bow.

He remembered this small gift box. Tang Sijia once personally put the regret certificate he gave her in this small gift box.

She said that because it was given by him, she should keep it as a treasure.

Song Xiuren's fingers were tense, and he slowly opened the lid of the small gift box.

There was nothing inside.

Tang Sijia's voice came from outside the door asking him if he had found it. Song Xiuren woke up as if from a dream, responded, and his hand holding the brocade box loosened dejectedly, and closed the cabinet door quietly.

"Xiuren, what did you want to say just now?" Tang Sijia looked at the man who reappeared in the kitchen.

Song Xiuren was silent for a few seconds and lowered his eyes: "...Nothing."

Tang Sijia was slightly startled, and after a long time, she also responded softly.

The dinner was particularly rich, almost occupying the entire table.

Perhaps sensing some signs, the two sat on both sides of the table, and the meal was particularly quiet.

After dinner, Tang Sijia saw Song Xiuren off.

The weather in early September was no longer as hot as before.

The dim street lights stretched the shadows of the two people long, and in the high-rise buildings in the distance, every light was a home.

Tang Sijia clenched her palms tightly, and after a moment, she took a deep breath: "Xiuren..."

Before she could finish her words, her hand was gently held by someone.

Tang Sijia was stunned.

Song Xiuren took her hand, turned his head and smiled warmly as usual: "Accompany me to the door."

Tang Sijia looked at him absent-mindedly and nodded for a long time.

There was a glimmer in Song Xiuren's eyes, and he just held her hand and walked quietly towards the gate of the community.

For a moment, he deceived himself into hoping that this road would never end.

However, the road is short, step by step, no matter how slowly they walk, with different destinations, there will always be a time to separate.

Their footsteps stopped at the door tacitly, and Song Xiuren turned around and looked at the girl in front of him face to face.

Neither of them spoke first.

After a long time, Song Xiuren leaned over and pressed a kiss between her eyebrows, and then gently lifted her clenched hand.

The palm of her hand was unfolded little by little, and a familiar note was placed inside.

Tang Sijia's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Song Xiuren took the note and unfolded it little by little, and the three words "Regret Ticket" slowly came into view.

"Xiu Ren..." Tang Sijia wanted to say something, but her throat couldn't stop being dry. It took a while for her to calm down. "I'm sorry, but I think... let's each take a step back."

Song Xiu Ren stared at the note paper in a trance. After more than ten seconds, he came back to his senses. He didn't ask the reason, didn't say anything else, just nodded quietly: "Okay."

Tang Sijia suddenly looked up, her eyes seemed to be washed by water.

Song Xiu Ren looked into her eyes. At this moment, he sadly discovered that no matter how they went, they might end up on the road of separation.

The night when he first said "I love you" to her and she didn't respond, the two separated tacitly.

Later, the two reconciled, but still avoided mentioning that night again.

He has been ups and downs in the business world for several years, and he has always been clear: putting it aside is not the way to solve the problem.

But he still chose to ignore it, allowing this contradiction to always lie between the two.

He can now try to convince himself to accept that "she doesn't love him that much", but Shi Chuan's words can make him think wildly, and he can't help but be suspicious and jealous. In the next one, two, five, or ten years, can he really endure her lack of love?

Can he really not mind Shi Chuan's existence?

Song Xiuren himself doesn't know the answers to these questions.

Besides...

Song Xiuren pursed his lips: "Sijia, my mother has looked for you, right?"

After hearing the news that Qin Li returned to China, he already had a vague guess in his heart, until she took out the "regret voucher" tonight, this guess finally came true.

Tang Sijia was stunned.

"If she said something too much to you, I apologize on her behalf." Song Xiuren whispered.

Tang Sijia shook her head: "Xiu Ren, I actually think what Auntie said makes sense."

"I'm not a qualified girlfriend. I know you went to New York for Song He, but..." She lowered her eyelids, "Xiu Ren, you may not know that I didn't have any good expectations for life before. I just muddled through every day and did things perfunctorily. For me, my current life is the result of all my courage. I am very satisfied."

"Call me cowardly or escapist. I don't have the extra courage to go abroad and restart my life again."

Song Xiu Ren's eyes traced her eyebrows almost inch by inch: "Actually, I guessed it."

Therefore, he did not tell her the truth about Song He's recuperation some time ago and the purpose of going to New York.

He hoped that the time they spent together could be extended, and extended...

But she still knew it.

Song Xiuren folded the note paper solemnly and said seriously: "Ms. Tang Sijia, I accept your regret."

The change of title made the shaky tears in Tang Sijia's eyes roll down again. She looked at him through a hazy space and wanted to imitate his tone and call him "Mr. Song Xiuren", but when the words came to her lips, only one sentence remained: "Thank you, Xiuren."

At the beginning, it was the first time he told her: her heart was sick.

It was he who pulled her out of the strong self-doubt.

Song Xiuren looked at the tears on her cheeks: "If you cried for me, don't wipe it."

After he said that, he turned around quickly and walked towards the black car not far away.

When he walked to the door of the car, the man's red eyes were reflected on the painted window.

Tang Sijia watched the car go away, stood there for a long time, and then slowly turned around and returned to her home.

An hour ago, the two of them were having dinner together in the living room.

Now, she is the only one left.

However, adults are decent enough to separate, without arguing, deceiving, or exploiting, and will not let people fall into strong self-abandonment.

It will be sad, but not heartbroken.

*

Tang Sijia quickly put all her energy into work.

She learned from the way Vice President Sun guided her step by step, and guided Cheng Qian to build a team suitable for her, to try the content and effects she wanted.

The post-production of "Dream" has been completed and entered the investment promotion stage.

Probably because there are no well-known actors and the series is a 16-episode boutique series, the investment promotion did not go smoothly, but Tang Sijia was very confident in the content of the series. He ran around for several days and met one customer after another.

In the end, with the efforts of the whole team and the plot being good enough, seven business cooperations were obtained, and the series was scheduled to be broadcast during the winter vacation five months later.

By the time Tang Sijia was free again, more than half a month had passed.

On Friday night, Tang Sijia returned home at more than ten o'clock. He barely cheered up and took a shower and fell on the bed.

In the dimness, she heard a muffled thunder outside, and then her cell phone rang.

At two o'clock in the morning, Song Xiuren sent a message: [My flight is at 10:40 am. ]

Tang Sijia stared at the message in a daze. Although her body was extremely tired, her sleepiness quietly dissipated.

She didn't know what to reply. Maybe she should wish him a safe journey and wish Song He a smooth recovery...

But her hand fell on the phone keyboard, but she couldn't type a word.

The drizzle outside the window fell, and in this uneasy state, she fell into a deep sleep again.

This time, she was awakened by the ringing of the phone.

Tang Sijia opened her eyes suddenly. The rain last night had stopped. At this moment, only the morning sun quietly shone into the bedroom through the gap in the curtains.

She looked at the words "Song He" on the screen and quietly clicked to answer the call.

"Sister, I'm leaving." Song He's voice sounded low, "The doctor wants to see me, I'm a little scared..."

"Don't be afraid," Tang Sijia couldn't help but soften her tone, "Isn't your big brother with you? No one will treat you badly."

Speaking of big brother, Song He finally became a little spirited: "Yes, with big brother here, no one dares to bully me, but sister, are you very busy these two days? You don't come to see me..."

"I..." Tang Sijia's throat tightened, not knowing what to say.

"Big brother is here, sister, I'll let big brother talk to you!" Song He's voice suddenly became excited.

Before Tang Sijia could speak, the phone was put into another person's hand, and a familiar low voice sounded: "Hello?"

Tang Sijia paused.

"Sijia?" The other party noticed something and his voice became softer.

Tang Sijia responded softly, and after a long silence, he spoke with difficulty: "Are you leaving this morning?"

"Yes."

"... Have a good trip." This blessing was finally said.

There was a dead silence in the receiver. After an unknown amount of time, Song Xiuren's hoarse voice sounded: "Sijia, if you can respond to what I said that night, even if it's a lie," he paused for a few seconds, "I will stay..."

Tang Sijia's breathing stagnated slightly. She knew what he was saying and what he meant by "response".

But...

Tang Sijia moved her lips, but all she said was: "I'm sorry."

She didn't want to lie to him.

After a long silence, Song Xiuren responded softly.

Before the call was hung up, Tang Sijia heard Song He say: "Brother, why are your eyes red?"

Tang Sijia sat on the bed blankly, and felt uncomfortable again.

She got out of bed and began to clean the whole room without distraction, inside and out, leaving every gap meticulously.

Until beads of sweat oozed from her nose and forehead, Tang Sijia walked into the study and cleaned up the slightly messy bookcase.

She opened the door under the bookcase, sorted out the things in the two cartons, and wiped them bit by bit.

Until... an unfamiliar exquisite brocade box fell out of it.

Tang Sijia took the brocade box in confusion and opened it.

Inside was a pair of beautiful couple rings, and the inside of the ring band was engraved with specially designed fancy letters.

The female one was engraved with Song Xiuren's initials.

The male one was her name.

Tang Sijia was stunned. On the last night, Song Xiuren said that he had something to tell her, and his movements of repeatedly reaching into his pocket suddenly became clear.

And now, he left the ring here-if it wasn't for the impulsive cleaning, maybe it would have been unknown for a long time.

Tang Sijia pursed her lips tightly.

She should give it back to him!

Tang Sijia put down everything at hand, took the brocade box, and ran out quickly.

The elevator went down one floor at a time. Tang Sijia called a taxi. The moment she ran out of the corridor, her footsteps suddenly stopped.

Shi Chuan, who hadn't seen for a long time, was standing there, his face pale, his hair and clothes wet, like a dog soaked by the rain, shaky.

I don't know why he is here, and I don't know how long he has been waiting.

But when he saw her, he paused and curled his lips: "Sister, you haven't replied to my message, I came to see you."

"Are you going to the company?"

Tang Sijia looked at him with a complicated expression.

Last night's rain fell from two to four in the morning, and now it's more than half past eight.

"Now you can see it too," Tang Sijia avoided his gaze, "I have something else to do, I'm leaving first..."

She said as she walked around him and ran out in a hurry.

But failed again.

Shi Chuan tightly grasped her wrist, lowered his head, and said in a flat voice: "Don't go, okay?"

Tang Sijia looked at his hand holding hers, struggled hard, but couldn't get free.

Shi Chuan stood there like a cold sculpture, motionless.

Tang Sijia frowned: "Shi Chuan, where I go has nothing to do with you." Shi

Chuan's lips were instantly replaced by a pale color. He finally raised his head, looked at her seriously, and opened his lips with great effort: "Don't go."

Tang Sijia felt an inexplicable annoyance rising in her chest. She looked at him for a long time, took out her mobile phone, opened WeChat, and found the all-black avatar: "Shi Chuan, who is this person?"

Shi Chuan's pupils trembled, and his grip on her hand loosened.

Tang Sijia looked at him: "Shi Chuan, how did you know that I like the band on the moon's surface?"

"Whether it was the chance encounter in Haicheng or the umbrella delivery to the hall before, was it really just a coincidence?"

"And," Tang Sijia forced herself to ask the last question, "Who is the marriage partner you mentioned?"

Shi Chuan's fingers trembled, and he held her hand more and more weakly.

She suddenly ignored him before, and finally had a reason.

She guessed his deception.

Tang Sijia noticed the loosening of the strength of her wrist, and with a little force, the boy's hand slipped from her wrist.

Tang Sijia looked at him in surprise, and this time she didn't hesitate, and ran quickly towards the taxi that drove in: "Master, go to the airport."

Behind him.

Shi Chuan still stood quietly, listening to the woman's voice saying the address before the car door closed.

He knew that Song Xiuren was leaving today, so from last night to now, he thought he was waiting for salvation.

But in the last two hours, she hurried down and ran to the airport.

The last ray of hope was dashed. Shi Chuan calmly turned around, walked to the car not far away, got in the driver's seat, and drove towards the suburbs...

*

It was almost evening when William realized that he could not contact Shi Chuan.

He called him, but no one answered. He went to his office, but it was empty.

William frowned in confusion. During this period, Shi Chuan seemed to be crazy. He stayed in the company almost every day and devoted himself to his work.

He thought he had finally come to his senses and was ready to devote himself to his career.

But he didn't expect that in just half a month, his true colors would be revealed again.

William was about to leave his office, and he caught a glimpse of a stack of documents on his desk. William

frowned, pondered for a few seconds, walked forward, and flipped through the documents. The more he flipped, the uglier his expression became.

These are nearly perfect contracts and business plans.

Until the end, William looked at the equity transfer agreement, slammed the document shut, threw it on the table, and called Shi Chuan again.

Still no one answered.

William suddenly had a bad association in his mind.

He subconsciously wanted to call Shi Chuan's parents, but his hand was on the screen of the phone, but he froze when he dialed who.

Zhou Qing? Or Jiang Huaian?

"F**k." William couldn't help but curse, walked quickly to the underground parking lot, got in his sports car and drove quickly towards the simple residential building on the outskirts of the city.

When the sports car drove underground, the light from outside shone into the car, and William suddenly remembered why Shi Chuan's eyes were so familiar when he said "If she chooses to go to New York, I will give up."

When he was investigating Shi Chuan's past, he saw a photo.

The photo was taken ten years ago after Zhou Qing cut Shi Chuan's wrist in order to win back Jiang Huaian.

Ten-year-old Shi Chuan was nervously held in the arms of the servant, and blood stained their clothes red.

But the boy's face was indifferent, his eyes were empty.

Just like that day.