Chapter 5 005 Her lips.

On the sidewalk, a man and a woman walked quietly in the night breeze.

Tang Sijia looked down at Shi Chuan's hand that was holding her left wrist. His overly slender fingers easily circled there, wrapping the bracelet in it.

She didn't like people touching her wrist, but the boy next to her was like a puppy that was afraid of being abandoned and biting its owner's trouser legs. He followed her step by step, making her want to break free but couldn't bear to use force. She could only sigh in her heart and let him pull her.

It was almost eleven o'clock when she returned to the rental house.

The stomach gurgled "gurgle" and Tang Sijia realized that she hadn't had time to eat dinner tonight.

Shi Chuan lowered his head, his eyes fell on her stomach, and then slowly pulled a faint smile.

Tang Sijia was rarely embarrassed, broke free from his hand, and whispered: "Don't look at me." As she spoke, she took out her mobile phone.

Shi Chuan twisted his fingers, as if the warmth of the scar on her wrist was still lingering, and then walked towards the kitchen attentively.

"What are you doing?" Tang Sijia stopped him.

Shi Chuan smiled: "My sister has taken me in, so I should do something for her."

Tang Sijia looked at the uneasiness hidden in his eyes, moved her lips to say something, but in the end she just shook her phone: "It's too late today, I ordered takeout."

Shi Chuan looked at her phone screen, her eyes dimmed, and she didn't speak again.

While waiting for the takeout, Tang Sijia didn't forget to bandage Shi Chuan's wrist injury. After wrapping the last round of gauze, her wrist was gently held by the boy.

Tang Sijia's hand trembled, and she subconsciously looked at the hand on her wrist.

The blue veins on the back of the hand were just right.

Shi Chuan carefully pushed the bracelet up, revealing the red mark, and rubbed it with his long fingers, his voice was particularly tense: "Sister, does it hurt?"

Tang Sijia looked at the exposed scar on her wrist and smiled: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Shi Chuan didn't speak again, but just stroked it gently, not tired of it.

The atmosphere was a bit weird. Tang Sijia looked up and was startled.

For a moment, she seemed to see excitement and enthusiasm in Shi Chuan's eyes, but the moment he raised his eyes, everything disappeared, leaving only obedience and confusion: "Sister?"

Tang Sijia laughed secretly that she had seen it wrong. Fortunately, the takeaway arrived, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Tang

Sijia ordered two servings of wontons, one large and one small. She put the large serving in front of Shi Chuan. Just as they were about to eat together, the phone rang.

Tang Sijia motioned to Shi Chuan to eat first, and went back to the bedroom to answer the phone. It had been a few minutes since she finished dealing with some things at the company.

When she returned to the living room, Shi Chuan was still sitting on the soft cushion, looking down at the wontons in front of him, his eyes were dark and it was difficult to tell the emotions, but when he raised his head and looked at her, the darkness instantly turned into starlight.

He was waiting for her to have dinner together.

Tang Sijia, who came to this conclusion, felt her heart filled for the first time, soft and obscure. She walked forward and said with a smile: "Eat quickly."

Shi Chuan nodded, watched her take a bite first, then picked up the spoon and started eating quietly and politely.

Tang Sijia noticed his movements from the corner of her eye, paused and ate as if nothing had happened.

After dinner, without waiting for Tang Sijia's reaction, Shi Chuan had already taken the initiative to clean up the table, put the lunch box into the bag and placed it outside the door. There

was an unopened toothbrush in the bathroom that came with the toothpaste. Tang Sijia asked Shi Chuan to use it for one night first, and then brought out a quilt that she had covered several times, spread it on the sofa, and asked him to make do with it first. The latter agreed obediently.

But when she went back to the bedroom to rest, Shi Chuan, who was lying on the sofa, called her softly: "Sister."

Tang Sijia turned around in confusion.

Shi Chuan was silent for dozens of seconds before he spoke cautiously: "Can you talk to me for a while?"

Tang Sijia looked at the boy who looked like he had done something wrong, and suddenly realized that he must have experienced a lot today. His heart softened. Thinking of tomorrow, Saturday, he smiled and walked over. He sat on the carpet cushion like he used to work and read, leaning against the sofa: "What do you want to say?"

The boy's dark eyes were obviously excited, and he took her left hand and put it on her wrist: "Sister, can you tell me about this scar?"

Tang Sijia was silent for a while. In such a night, she suddenly wanted to confide something: "Actually, it's nothing. My parents and brother had a car accident and died. The house was gone. I couldn't think it through one night, so I did something stupid. It was the director of the welfare home who came to pick me up and saved me."

Shi Chuan's fingers traced the bright scar. When he heard her lightly describe the origin of the scar, his heart trembled.

Her painful past gave him a subtle sense of security.

"Sister must have been in a lot of pain at that time," Shi Chuan whispered, "I really want to go back to that time."

"Huh?"

Shi Chuan narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I can accompany my sister."

Then, seeing the red on her wrist with his own eyes, it must be richer and more eye-catching than the current color.

Tang Sijia did not take his words seriously, and said in a lighter tone: "By the way, my brother is five years younger than me, so he is seventeen this year, about the same age as you..."

"I'm eighteen this year!" Shi Chuan emphasized, "I'll be nineteen in three months."

Tang Sijia laughed: "Isn't it all the same?" Then he remembered something, "Is your birthday in June?"

"June 5th."

Tang Sijia was thoughtful until the overly strong pressure on her wrist brought her back to her senses. She lowered her head and saw those overly slender fingers holding her wrist, and the thumb stroking the scar in an almost lingering way.

Shi Chuan looked at her seriously, met her gaze, and said softly, "Thank you, sister."

Tang Sijia's tone also softened: "Hurry up and get some rest. We have to go out tomorrow."

"Go out?"

"You can't sleep here all the time, wearing this outfit, can you?" Tang Sijia smiled.

Shi Chuan didn't speak again, looked at her for a long time, and slowly closed his eyes.

The stroking of her wrist gradually stopped, and Tang Sijia looked at the boy on the sofa.

He fell asleep.

His petal-like lips were still a little pale, and his tall body curled up on the small sofa. His beautiful eyebrows and eyes were relaxed for the first time since she saw him.

Tang Sijia carefully pulled out her hand, turned off the lights, and returned to the bedroom.

After thinking about it, she locked the bedroom door and went to bed to rest.

In the living room, hearing the "click" sound of locking, Shi Chuan opened his eyes, looked at the closed bedroom door coldly, and chuckled.

*

Too many things happened the night before, and the next day was a day off, Tang Sijia's spirit slacked off and she got up late again.

This time when he woke up, it was already 9:15.

Thinking that he had to go out today, Tang Sijia hurriedly sat up and changed his clothes before opening the door.

The living room was empty, with only the morning sun shining on the carpet, quiet and silent.

Tang Sijia was stunned for two seconds until the boy's excited voice came from the kitchen behind her: "Sister, are you awake?"

"I made breakfast, but I didn't wake you up because you were still asleep."

Tang Sijia looked at the plate in his hand. It was an elephant-shaped plate she bought at the ceramic market, with a fried egg and a few potato pancakes.

"Last dinner, I saw you ate a lot of potatoes from the stir-fry," Shi Chuan smiled, "I made potato pancakes this morning."

No one has ever paid special attention to her preferences.

Not when she still had a family.

Tang Sijia's expression relaxed a little, and she nodded: "I don't know what you like yet."

"What you like, I like too." Shi Chuan said with a smile.

Tang Sijia looked at him hesitantly, and before she could say anything, Shi Chuan had already put breakfast on the table and called her: "Sister, come here quickly."

It was already past ten o'clock when the two finished breakfast. Fortunately, the mall they were going to had a direct subway connection, and it was only eleven o'clock there.

Tang Sijia looked at Shi Chuan's slightly long bangs and decided to take him to the nearest hair salon for a haircut first.

Shi Chuan naturally followed her obediently.

He seemed to be particularly fond of her wrist, or perhaps it was because there were so many people here that they could easily get separated if they were not careful, and their relationship was not suitable for holding hands, so he kept holding her left wrist and followed her closely.

He did not let go until they entered the barber shop.

When Teacher Tony saw the person coming, his eyes lit up obviously. He quickly brought out the hairstyle book and eagerly promoted the latest popular hairstyles and care products. He also said that if he was willing to take a few model photos for the store, this styling would be free.

Tang Sijia was squeezed aside, but her expression was normal.

Shi Chuan had a face that was too eye-catching, and she had experienced it a long time ago.

"Sister, which one do you think I cut looks good?" Shi Chuan seemed to have not heard Tony's promotion, and walked straight to Tang Sijia and handed her the hairstyle book.

Tang Sijia looked at him in surprise, and his clean eyes were still a bit focused and eager.

Tang Sijia lowered his head: "Just cut it shorter."

After all, with that face, even if the hair was shaved, it was still a perfect head.

Shi Chuan closed the booklet and returned it to Tony, parroting, "Just cut it shorter."

After leaving the barber shop, Tang Sijia took him directly to a nearby shopping mall.

The clothes here are very cost-effective. When she can't find suitable clothes online, she always comes here to have a look.

However, thanks to the boy next to her, this is the first time she has such a high rate of returning attention.

But Shi Chuan didn't notice it at all. He just held her wrist and followed slowly.

Tang Sijia took him to several men's clothing stores, first selected two sets of pajamas, and then selected several sets of clothes suitable for boys of this age.

Shi Chuan is a natural clothes hanger. No matter what kind of clothes he wears, he can always wear the effect of a big brand.

Tang Sijia couldn't help but choose a few more sets, and the boy obediently walked into the fitting room again and again.

Tang Sijia soon discovered that no matter what kind of clothes she picked out, Shi Chuan nodded and said "yes" obediently, never tired of it, and 100% complied with her wishes.

Until Tang Sijia chose a striped POLO shirt that middle-aged men often wear, Shi Chuan glanced at her, pursed his lips, and still took it, and was about to walk to the fitting room.

Tang Sijia held him and walked to the empty corridor.

"Sister, what's wrong?" Shi Chuan looked a little at a loss, and when he saw her serious expression, his eyebrows and eyes were even more uneasy, "Are you angry? I don't dislike that..."

"Shi Chuan," Tang Sijia interrupted him, looking at his cautious look, sighed in his heart, and eased his face, "I'm not angry. It's just that in the future, if you are hungry, you don't have to wait for me to eat together, and you can also have your favorite hairstyle and style, and you don't have to cater to my preferences."

"I said, we try to become a family. Many habits should be developed by each other in the future life. When we accidentally discover some similar preferences, it will also be a surprise."

Tang Sijia looked up and said seriously: "In this process, the home belongs to the two of us, and you have the right to refuse."

Shi Chuan could feel his pupils rapidly expanding and shrinking.

The discomfort caused by the pungent smell of cheap clothes also dissipated a lot.

Home is unfamiliar to him.

So is rejection.

In the old-fashioned concept of his mother's declining family, etiquette and face are the most important.

So even though he has so many wounds on his body, there is not a single wound on his hands, face, and other exposed skin.

In his father's family, ambition and ability are the criteria for measuring whether a member of the Jiang family is qualified.

Therefore, before he walks in front of Jiang Huaian with his own ability and lets him see him with his own eyes, he will not even acknowledge his identity.

But now, the woman in front of him who has long lost her home, tells him what home should be like.

It's a bit funny and a bit novel.

Because... Shi Chuan saw that there was another color on the gray and white background with noisy voices behind him.

Tang Sijia's two fluttering lips gradually turned bright red.

Just like the scar on her wrist.

This feeling is strange, but not offensive.

These few months may be more interesting than he imagined.

"Yes, sister," he tried to speak out his likes and dislikes, "I don't like that polo shirt and that blue top."