Chapter 57 057 He returned to China?

Days passed by.

During this period, Tang Sijia clearly felt that Shi Chuan was really helping her to overcome those negative reactions little by little as he said.

When she worked overtime, healthy takeout that perfectly suited her taste would be delivered to her office, and Shi Chuan never appeared in front of her colleagues.

He said that he knew she didn't want her colleagues to know of his existence.

A book she mentioned casually would always be delivered "just right" that night.

Remembering the past that she didn't like to talk about, he never took the initiative to mention it again.

Occasionally, she would think of something that happened before, and his eyes would instantly light up, but he would still check if she showed any disgust.

In the contact between the two, he always abided by his original promise: he would not take the initiative to have close contact with her without her permission.

He just brought back a pot of succulent plants excitedly one night, saying that if she wanted, they could raise it together.

He also said that this was a substitute intimacy ritual.

He would also say "good night" to her every morning and evening, either in person or via video.

One night, he worked overtime until late at night, and when he called her via video, she saw his background in the conference room.

She could also feel that he was gradually guiding her to approach him.

Every night, there would be half an hour of "practice" time.

During this time, they would hold hands and watch a movie together, and slowly their fingers would be intertwined.

She would take the lead in a simple hug, and she could stop at any time if she felt a little uncomfortable.

She remembered that during the first practice, her face was a little pale, and Shi Chuan hurriedly let her go and sat on the sofa a little helpless: "Do you need me to leave your sight?" His voice was very low and hoarse.

Tang Sijia knew that Shi Chuan had read a lot of psychology books during this period, and it might really be useful. She could feel that she was getting better slowly, and she rarely had any uncomfortable reactions when hugging him.

But sometimes, she felt very confused.

Even if she really overcame the vomiting reaction in the future and accepted Shi Chuan's intimate touch, what would it mean?

By the time Shi Chuan cheers up, won't all this be meaningless?

*

Christmas happened to be Saturday.

The kindergarten where Wang's daughter Chenchen works has changed the parent interaction day at the end of each month to this day, but Wang needs to go back to her hometown to do some things, so she asked Tang Sijia to attend for her for an afternoon.

Tang Sijia originally had no plans to celebrate the holiday, so she agreed.

Unexpectedly, after hearing about it, Shi Chuan also volunteered to come together.

The so-called parent interaction day is just a day when parents and children play some parent-child competitive games together.

Tang Sijia and Chenchen are very familiar with each other. Perhaps Wang's sister had explained it in advance. When she saw Tang Sijia, the little girl happily took her hand and first called her "Little Sister Tang", and then said seriously: "Mom said that today you have to call me 'Sijia Mom'!" After that, she called sweetly: "Sijia Mom!"

But when she saw Shi Chuan, Chenchen was obviously very restrained and whispered "Brother".

Shi Chuan's face changed slightly, and he pursed his lips tightly without speaking.

Tang Sijia didn't notice the change in his expression. She had already been softened by Chenchen's words "Sijia Mom", and naturally tried her best in the subsequent games.

In the past, Wang Jie and Chenchen participated in puzzle games the most. Chenchen was very smart and could always be the first to solve the answer, but he was easily at a disadvantage in physical projects.

Perhaps this time with Shichuan's participation, they won the first place in the physical project for the first time.

Chenchen, who was not familiar with Shichuan, took the small trophy for the first place and laughed happily around Shichuan.

Shichuan squatted down and said something to Chenchen. The next second, Tang Sijia saw Chenchen shouting crisply: "Shichuan Dad!"

The child's sweet voice easily attracted everyone's attention.

Tang Sijia was stunned and looked at Shichuan, who was also looking at her, with some uneasiness in his eyes. After realizing that she did not correct him, he slowly smiled.

He narcissistically thought that this was her tacit approval of their relationship.

At the end of the event, the kindergarten held a parent interactive question-and-answer session for parents. The parents who were selected were asked to answer some tacit questions. Parents who answered more questions correctly could get prizes.

Perhaps it was Shi Chuan's outstanding appearance. When Chenchen's name was called out, Tang Sijia was briefly at a loss.

Just when she wanted to explain her relationship with Shi Chuan to the teacher, Shi Chuan had already taken Chenchen to the stage first.

Tang Sijia paused for a few seconds and had to bite the bullet and go up.

At first, there were only some witty questions about children, and several people answered them. Later, the questions gradually began to revolve around the tacit understanding between parents.

For example, the time and place when the two met for the first time; the dish that the other person hated most; the most memorable thing that the other person had done...

There were probably children present, aiming to let the children experience the warmth of the family and to exercise their expression skills. These questions were asked in a very easy-to-understand way.

Until the last question, the host teacher stretched out the tone and asked them if there were any small characteristics that others didn't know but you liked very much.

Tang Sijia was silent for a few seconds: "His hand." She said.

In fact, this is a very obvious answer. It is impossible that "others don't know", but she can't think of a specific answer.

The teacher half-jokingly said: "I thought it would be the face."

Tang Sijia curled the corners of his lips and said nothing more.

Shi Chuan lowered his head, looked at his hands, and smiled gently.

Fortunately, there is still a part of his body that she likes.

When it was Shi Chuan's turn, the host added: "Be specific."

Shi Chuan pondered for a moment, and he looked at the woman opposite him seriously: "She always puts two sugars in her coffee."

"Her favorite color is orange, not the bright orange, but the orange at sunset."

"When I tie knots, I like to tie double knots, not because it is convenient, but because I feel safe."

"When walking on the sidewalk, I don't like to step on the line between the stone slabs..."

The boy's voice was low and hoarse, as if he was telling a story, expressing his love.

Tang Sijia looked at him in a daze.

There were many things he said, some of which she didn't even notice.

For a few seconds, she suddenly felt... pretty good.

*

After Christmas, Tang Sijia began to devote his energy to his busy work again.

There were two high-quality short dramas produced by Nanshan that were to be broadcast around the New Year's Day period. Preheating, marketing, and public opinion monitoring all required someone to monitor each stage, and Tang Sijia was almost too busy to do anything. It was not

until mid-January, when the short dramas were nearing completion, that the work finally came to an end.

The first snow in Beijing was on the evening of January 17th.

When Tang Sijia returned to the gate of the community after work, a snowflake just fell down. She stopped to watch for a while, and the snowflakes became denser and denser.

When Tang Sijia retracted her gaze, she saw Shi Chuan standing not far away in a coat, looking at her quietly. I don’t know how long he looked at her like this, and a thin layer of snowflakes covered his head and shoulders.

After a few seconds, he walked up, put his coat on her shoulders, and gently brushed the snowflakes on her head: "It's snowing, sister."

"Yeah." Tang Sijia responded softly.

Perhaps the snowflakes were too beautiful, her voice was gentler than usual in his ears, easily causing him to tremble in his heart.

That night, they went to the supermarket together, bought ingredients, and cooked hot pot. It

was very similar to when Tang Sijia was a child, every time it snowed, the family would always cook hot pot around the dining table.

At nine o'clock in the evening, during the routine "practice", they stood in front of the window, watching the snowflakes falling outside, and the window reflected their embraced backs.

Unconsciously, more than thirty minutes had passed.

On a Saturday at the end of January, Tang Sijia and Shi Chuan went to the ski resort together.

Except for the physical education classes in college that were occasionally arranged at the ski resort near the university, this was Tang Sijia's first time to free ski.

The weather was very sunny, and the snow-capped mountains and ski trails were gleaming with fine golden light in the afternoon sun.

After changing into ski clothes, stepping on the snowboard and holding the ski poles, Tang Sijia skied carefully on the beginner ski trail. Her movements were jerky, but she could barely maintain her balance.

In comparison, Shi Chuan was much more stable, following her step by step, wishing to stay with her all the time, and telling her some techniques from time to time.

Not long after, Tang Sijia was able to ski slowly.

Even the staff at the ski resort praised her for learning quickly.

Tang Sijia was a little proud for a moment. When she looked up and saw Shi Chuan strolling leisurely, she couldn't help but say, "Why don't you go skiing over there?"

She would be more nervous if someone was watching her.

Shi Chuan shook his head without even thinking about it.

"You don't want to ski?" Tang Sijia was puzzled. It was obviously him who suggested coming here.

"I want to ski with you." Shi Chuan emphasized.

He didn't have any special hobbies, he just liked to be with her.

If he wasn't afraid that she would feel bored with him and then get tired of him, he wouldn't want to go to such a crowded place and watch the staff member who was shorter and uglier than him get her lively smile.

Tang Sijia was silent for a while: "I want to watch you ski."

Through the goggles, she noticed that Shi Chuan's eyes lit up: "Do you want to watch?"

Tang Sijia nodded almost imperceptibly.

"Okay." Shi Chuan agreed.

Like a peacock with its tail spread, Shi Chuan slid towards the advanced ski slope in the distance. Between the blue sky and the snow line, there was a blue-black figure. After a smooth parallel turn, it fluttered and jumped, easily attracting everyone's attention.

Tang Sijia looked at it for a moment, a little distracted.

She couldn't help but wonder, what else can't he learn?

It seemed that everything would become exceptionally easy in his hands.

On the top of the advanced snow track, several teenagers in bright yellow snow suits were laughing and playing, and there were still a few novices practicing plow turns nearby.

In the peaceful scene, a fiery red figure lost control and slid down the snow track quickly from the top of the slope dozens of meters high.

At first, it was just a small swing from side to side, but later, the swing became more and more violent, and the speed became faster and faster. Several screams of fear began to appear around.

Tang Sijia was brought back to consciousness by the shouting. Looking up, she saw the red figure like a fireball, crashing straight towards her.

Tang Sijia's breathing tightened, and she wanted to move to the side, but the snowboard under her feet slipped in her anxiety, and she stumbled.

"Be careful!" A panicked voice sounded.

Just as it was about to hit, the blue-black figure was like a beam of light, speeding towards her at a faster speed.

Tang Sijia only saw the blue-black figure rushing towards the fiery red figure without hesitation.

"Bang!"

A dull collision sounded, and small pieces of snow splashed everywhere. The high-raised snowboard heavily scratched the neck and cheek of the blue-black boy, and the two figures rolled down at the same time.

The world seemed to be silent.

Tang Sijia's breathing stagnated, and she took off her snowboard with cold hands and feet, and hurriedly walked towards the blue-black figure: "Shi Chuan?" She helped him up, took off her hat and goggles, "How are you..."

The voice suddenly stopped when she saw a glaring blood mark on his cheek.

"Are you okay?" The moment he saw her clearly, Shi Chuan immediately sat up.

Tang Sijia shook his head: "I'm fine, you..." She looked at his cheek.

Shi Chuan then noticed the wet and cool feeling on his cheek, raised his hand to touch it, and the tip of his index finger was full of blood.

He was stunned for a moment, but the first thought that came to his mind was: "...Is it ugly?"

"What?"

"Ugly?" Shi Chuan asked again, "Are you scared?"

From hating this face that inherited the looks of Jiang Huaian and Zhou Qing, to now being grateful for having such a skin.

He knew very well that in this relationship, in his repeated "seductions" of her, in addition to his hands, this face occupied an equally important position.

Tang Sijia looked at Shi Chuan, his cheek was still bleeding, but he just looked at her in panic, seeking her answer.

"Just now, why did you bump that person away?" she asked softly.

He could have taken her away with him, so he wouldn't have to get hurt.

Shi Chuan confirmed that she was indeed not scared by him, and then he said softly: "You don't like me hugging you without your consent, right?"

Tang Sijia suddenly calmed down.

After simply treating the wound, when he returned from the ski resort, Tang Sijia posted a circle of friends for the first time since September.

There was only one photo.

The background of the photo is a vast ski resort. Two long shadows cast by the setting sun stand quietly at a distance of one person.

*

Hans headquarters, office.

Shi Chuan opened the circle of friends for an unknown number of times. He looked at the circle of friends over and over again, and a smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his lips.

When William came in, he saw this weird scene.

"I say, have you had enough?" William was speechless, "It's just a photo, there's not even a frontal face, and there's such a big distance in the middle. Do you have to look at it all the time?" Shi

Chuan retracted her gaze and glanced at him: "You don't understand."

Since Song Xiuren left, her circle of friends has been dead silent.

It was as if her whole heart was closed.

And now, she has finally started to post on the circle of friends again.

Even the first one is related to him.

This is a sign.

A sign that she is increasingly accepting his presence around her.

Shi Chuan could feel that he gradually began to have a place in her heart.

"But your face now is indeed not suitable to appear in Miss Tang's circle of friends," William looked at the gauze bandaged on his cheek, "After all, no one wants a disfigured partner."

The smile on Shi Chuan's lips gradually faded, and he gently rubbed the gauze with the back of his hand, with rare uneasiness and inferiority in his eyes: "Is it really ugly?"

William looked at him in disbelief: "Shi Chuan, don't tell me you can't hear that I'm just joking."

Shi Chuan pursed his lips tightly, and did not really relax his eyebrows because of his "joke", but frowned more and more.

Until the phone rang, he looked down, his expression was like the changeable weather, cloudy to sunny, and even began to reply to the message in a good mood.

William came over curiously.

Tang Sijia sent a message: [Don't forget to change the medicine at noon. ]

William: "..." There is no cure.

He threw an invitation letter on the desk in front of Shi Chuan: "There will be a business meeting in two days, you will attend on behalf of Hansi."

Shi Chuan responded casually.

The so-called business meeting is nothing more than a social gathering of the heads of various leading enterprises before the Spring Festival.

The banquet hall is full of lights and colors, piano music played live by a piano master, and the

house is full of lights and wine. Shi Chuan stood outside the crowd, dealing with everyone who came to toast, but his brows could not help but frown.

He just felt that staying here for one more second was a torment.

At this time usually, he would have returned home and quietly prepared dinner.

If Tang Sijia came back early, she would help him prepare together. If she came back late, he would wait for her to have dinner together, and then read and work quietly on the sofa together.

During this time, she would occasionally curl up on the carpet unconsciously, just like she used to in that simple rental house.

Thinking of the way he saw her sitting on the carpet reading for the first time a few days ago, Shi Chuan's eyes softened unconsciously.

He raised his hand to call the waiter, put the wine glass on the plate, and turned to walk towards the exit of the banquet hall.

At the entrance not far away, another waiter led people in. Shi Chuan glanced casually, his feet suddenly froze in place, his face pale.

The man in a neat suit still looked tired from the journey, his face was thin, his brows were furrowed, and he was striding into the banquet hall.

He also saw him and stopped as well.

The eyes of the two met in mid-air, with a bit of surprise, a bit of vigilance, and... a vague hostility.

Song Xiuren.

Has he returned to China?