Chapter 60 060 Do you want to try different temperatures?

There was silence at the table.

Tang Sijia looked at Shi Chuan in disbelief.

On the one hand, she couldn't believe that he could really do such a humble thing, but on the other hand, she thought of his previous crazy behavior and couldn't help but believe that this was indeed something he could do.

In the midst of the contradiction, Tang Sijia thought that she was still angry about Shi Chuan's unauthorized visit to Song Xiuren, so she didn't explain too much. After breakfast, she went to the company as usual.

Shi Chuan was still sitting there, and her hands had already clenched unconsciously.

She didn't deny it.

She really reconciled with Song Xiuren.

The only thing to be thankful for was that she didn't abandon him.

Moreover, Song Xiuren would return to the United States today. For at least the next six months, he would be the only one to accompany her.

Shi Chuan suddenly thought of something and pursed his lips.

When Song Xiuren returned to the United States, would she go to the airport to see him off?

Would they hug in the crowded airport? Would they kiss each other goodbye like many other couples who loved each other?

Such a scene is just an imagination, Shi Chuan felt suffocated.

When the feeling of heart spasm passed, Shi Chuan calmly got up and went downstairs.

Outside the community, the driver had been waiting there: "Mr. Shi, going to the company?"

"No," Shi Chuan replied in a low voice, "to Nanshan Media."

*

Because of the snow last night, there were obviously more people on the subway this morning.

Tang Sijia arrived at the company just at nine o'clock.

There are still two days before the holiday, and the atmosphere in the department has obviously relaxed. Everyone is discussing how to spend the Spring Festival.

Some people go to the beach for a trip, and some people go back to their hometowns for the New Year.

Tang Sijia smiled and greeted everyone and returned to the office. After processing a few emails, she was idle and her thoughts were a little dazed.

Spring Festival.

She hasn't celebrated the Spring Festival properly for a long time.

But this year, she suddenly became interested in buying New Year's goods, going to □□lian, decorating her home little by little, and watching it be infected with the festive atmosphere.

She also wanted to make dumplings and a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner by herself...

Thinking of the steaming picture, she actually had some expectations.

Immediately, another pair of blue eyes with mist in them entered her mind.

Tang Sijia lowered her eyes.

She drank last night, but she remembered everything that happened clearly.

Alcohol only paralyzed her vigilance and alertness, but did not erase her memory.

Perhaps her career was gradually getting on track, and her mentality gradually changed. She

was no longer as depressed as before, never thinking about tomorrow, and no longer regarded "family" and feelings as her spiritual support, holding on tightly and not daring to let go.

In the past, she took herself too lightly and took everything outside of herself too seriously.

So once she was abandoned, she was like a person who couldn't swim being thrown into the sea, drowning, suffocating, until she sank to the bottom of the sea, and there was no way back.

Now, she has a satisfying career and friends and colleagues she likes.

She began to be content with the status quo, looking forward to tomorrow, and also accepted the truth that separation and reunion are the norm in life.

Unprecedented comfort.

Perhaps he had figured things out. Tang Sijia was very relaxed throughout the day.

At the end of the work day, Tang Sijia walked out of the company on time. When he passed the coffee shop downstairs, two shop assistants were discussing something in a low voice at the door.

"What a good-looking boy."

"Yeah, I don't know who he is waiting for. He has been waiting for an entire afternoon and his face is frozen white."

"Hey, he is so handsome and so infatuated... Why haven't I met such a person?"

"First, change your habit of sleeping in the dormitory 24 hours a day except for your part-time job..."

Tang Sijia looked at the two college-looking girls, smiled, and was about to leave when his cell phone rang.

Song Xiuren: [Leave.]

Tang Sijia was slightly startled and did not reply in the end. It

was only after six o'clock in the evening when Tang Sijia returned home, and she opened the door. The door opposite opened in response, so that she suspected that her fingerprint was connected to the electronic lock opposite, and she turned around to look after she realized it.

Shi Chuan looked even weaker than in the morning, his eyes were a little hazy, and he smiled when he saw her, and he seemed to be in a good mood: "Sister, you are back."

Tang Sijia nodded and looked at his expression carefully: "Is there anything happy?"

Shi Chuan was delighted by her homely tone. He nodded and said as if to ask for credit: "Today is the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month. I asked other people and today is suitable for eating noodles. Do you want to eat?"

Tang Sijia listened to his familiar and gentle tone, was stunned for a moment, and then a warm feeling emerged.

"Okay." She agreed.

Shi Chuan must really have some talent for cooking. The noodles and dumplings he made for the first time looked really similar. It was

just that after the two of them finished dinner, Tang Sijia was about to clean up the dishes, but Shi Chuan took them over. The two hands touched briefly, Tang Sijia's fingertips froze, and then held the back of his hand.

Shi Chuan's fingers trembled slightly because of her touch: "Sister?"

"Why is it so hot? "Tang Sijia frowned, not noticing his abnormality. She paused, touched his forehead, and felt a burst of heat before she got close.

"You have a fever," Tang Sijia took the dishes from his hand, went to get the thermometer under the TV cabinet, "measure the temperature first."

Shi Chuan took it obediently.

Five minutes later, the thermometer beeped twice.

Thirty-nine degrees. Five minutes later,

Tang Sijia took a breath and took the coat: "High fever, go to the hospital first..."

"No need to go, I just caught a cold," Shi Chuan's eyes were unusually bright, "take some medicine and it will be fine."

"But..."

"It was like this before, it's okay," Shi Chuan took her hand, his voice a little hoarse, "Sister, you care about me."

Tang Sijia's heart was in chaos. She broke free from his hand, handed him the antipyretic medicine, watched him eat it, and then said: "You go back and rest first..."

"Do you want to..." Shi Chuan interrupted her, his voice was very light, and his eyelashes trembled violently.

Tang Sijia was confused: "What? "

Shi Chuan's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he took her hand again. The burning temperature immediately passed through the touching skin to her fingertips.

"Do you want to try a different temperature?"

The day after she accepted intimacy with him, he fell ill. He didn't want her to think that he was a weak and sickly waste.

Especially... in comparison with another person.

He wanted her to know that even if he was sick, he could still bring her different kinds of pleasure.

He wanted to see her blossom in front of him.

He was better than Song Xiuren. Tang Sijia didn't understand what he meant at first, but when she saw something in his eyes, she suddenly realized it, and the blood in her body rushed to her cheeks, and her earlobes were so hot that they seemed to be dripping with blood.

"Shi Chuan!" She called his name lightly, shook off his hand, watched his hand fall weakly, pursed her lips, pulled his sleeve back to the bedroom, pressed him to the bed, and threw the quilt on him, "Close your eyes and go to sleep."

Shi Chuan had been stunned when she led him back to her room, and now he followed a command and an action, closing his eyes, but his eyelids trembled slightly, and after a while, he carefully opened his eyes.

Tang Sijia was bringing warm water, and seeing him peeking at her, she said unhappily, "Drink the water first."

Shi Chuan sat up obediently and drank the warm water.

Tang Sijia pushed him back to the bed again.

"Sister..." Shi Chuan called her softly.

"Yeah." Tang Sijia thought of what he had just said, still not in a good mood.

"I'm just sick," Shi Chuan defended himself, "I'll be better than him..."

His voice stopped abruptly, and he continued after a few seconds: "I'm not worse than...anyone."

"..." Tang Sijia was silent for a while, got up and was about to leave.

Shi Chuan hurriedly grabbed her hand and said obediently: "I'll rest."

"Will you stay with me?" He asked again.

Tang Sijia was silent.

"Just think of it as...the privilege of a sick person." Shi Chuan added.

Tang Sijia finally nodded this time, watching him close his eyes, his breathing gradually became even, only the corners of his eyes were still red due to the high fever.

Tang Sijia looked at him for a while, tried to take his hand back, but the hand holding her seemed to have an independent consciousness and immediately tightened.

Tang Sijia was silent for a few seconds, and finally sat down aside.

Shi Chuan felt the familiar warmth and fragrance beside him, gently raised the corners of his lips, and his expression gradually calmed down.

Tang Sijia played with her phone for a while beside the bed, turned the volume down, watched the drama produced by the company, and recorded the inspiration. When she was immersed in her work, the hand she was holding suddenly became stronger.

She was startled and turned her head to look.

Shi Chuan's eyes were closed tightly, his brows were furrowed, his eyelashes were trembling violently, and the whole person seemed to be enduring great pain.

After a while, a sound came out from between his lips and teeth: "...It hurts."

"Shi Chuan?" Tang Sijia came back to her senses and called him softly, "Shi Chuan?"

But the person in the dream could not hear anything, and his pale lips trembled slightly: "Don't..." He

suddenly opened his eyes.

"Shi Chuan?" Tang Sijia frowned and looked at him.

Shi Chuan's out-of-focus eyes gradually came into focus, and his eyes fell on her eyebrows. The next second, he suddenly raised his hands and hugged her waist.

Tang Sijia's body stiffened: "What's wrong?"

Shi Chuan was silent for a long time: "I had a dream."

"I dreamed that I cheated on you two years ago, you didn't want me anymore, you went to the airport... and left..."

Tang Sijia calmed down.

Shi Chuan also gradually calmed down, tightened his hands around her abdomen, and said in a muffled voice: "Sister, do you know what the most painful thing is?"

"After I woke up, I found that it was not just a dream."

He really cheated on her.

She really... almost didn't want him.

Fortunately, even with his dishonorable identity, he could still stay by her side.

Tang Sijia didn't know what to say. She looked at the time. More than two hours had passed. She stared at Shi Chuan and measured her body temperature.

Fortunately, it gradually dropped.

Tang Sijia breathed a sigh of relief, took his hand away, and got up to wash up.

"Sister," Shi Chuan's voice was very light, "He is going back to the United States today, right?"

Tang Sijia paused slightly. Although Shi Chuan didn't say it clearly, they all knew that the "he" he was talking about was Song Xiuren.

"Yeah." Tang Sijia responded.

Shi Chuan curled up the corners of his lips and smiled happily. When

Song Xiuren returned to China, she did not go to the airport to see him off.

Instead, she stayed at home to take care of him who was sick.

Shi Chuan felt unprecedented happiness.

*

Shi Chuan's illness lasted for two days, and finally subsided on the afternoon of New Year's Eve.

Many people in the department asked for leave to go home for the New Year during these two days, and Tang Sijia approved them. She was in the same city, so she simply worked until the last day.

So Shi Chuan, who was recuperating at home, reported his body temperature on WeChat in real time almost every hour.

[It's good that the fever has subsided.] Tang Sijia replied.

Almost immediately, Shi Chuan's ID showed "typing": [Sister, when you come back, let's go buy ingredients together and prepare the New Year's Eve dinner?]

Tang Sijia looked at the three words "New Year's Eve dinner" and her expression gradually relaxed.

[Okay.]

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Tang Sijia's steps to go home became hurried, but when she walked out of the building, she happened to meet William who came here to deal with something.

"Miss Tang," William was not surprised to see her, and nodded and smiled, "Happy Chinese New Year."

"Mr. William too," Tang Sijia said politely, "Happy Chinese New Year."

William: "By the way, I have to trouble Miss Tang for one more thing."

Tang Sijia was puzzled.

"Take care of Shi Chuan," William remembered something and said unhappily, "It's just a disease, there's no need to go through so much trouble."

Tang Sijia was more and more confused by what he said: "What?"

Seeing that she really didn't understand, William gradually reacted, took out his mobile phone with interest, and clicked on Shi Chuan's circle of friends.

So, Tang Sijia saw that during the two days when Shi Chuan was sick, he posted nearly ten circles of friends.

Some were a cup of warm water she gave him, some were a few pills, and some were a dialog box she sent him saying "Take good care of your illness."

And under a photo of the egg custard she made for him, she also specially reminded a familiar ID to check it out.

And added a sentence below to cover up: [Sorry, I reminded the wrong person. ]

Song Xiuren replied: [It doesn't matter, her cooking skills are very good. ]