Chapter 7 007 Coloring Game.

It was getting dark in early March, and the sunset glow was still lingering in the sky, cut into squares by the buildings.

Tang Sijia got off the subway and looked at the time. It was five fifty.

This was the first time she went home so early.

Along the way, her steps were particularly relaxed, but when she was about to turn into the street where the residential buildings were located, her eyes were attracted by a mobile phone store not far away.

The store was not big, and only a middle-aged man could be seen standing behind the counter, introducing the performance of mobile phones to several students in school uniforms.

Tang Sijia looked for a few seconds and walked over as if possessed.

When she came out again, she had an extra box in her hand. After thinking about it, she stuffed it into her bag.

This trip took some time, and it was already half past six when she got home.

Tang Sijia was about to take out the key, but the door was pushed open from the inside. Shi Chuan, wearing a black casual suit and a white apron with a brown bear printed on it, was looking at her in surprise: "Sister, welcome home."

After saying that, he took the file bag from her hand.

The lonely little room suddenly became lively.

Tang Sijia looked at the smile on his lips: "How did you know I was back?"

"Footsteps," Shi Chuan said mysteriously, "I heard it when you entered the corridor when we were sitting outside before."

Tang Sijia looked at his shining eyes and felt that he was almost circling around her. She took off her coat and hung it on the hanger at the door. Only then did she carefully look at his clothes and suddenly didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Why are you wearing my apron?"

"These clothes were bought for me by my sister. It's hard to wash them if they are stained with oil." Shi Chuan said as a matter of course.

The feeling that the things given to others are cherished seriously made Tang Sijia's heart soften suddenly. She looked at the boy who was much taller than her, but lowered his head and stared at her with a sweet smile, and thought for a while: "Shi Chuan."

"Hmm?"

"There is another thing for you," Tang Sijia said as she opened the bag, took out the mobile phone box, and handed it to him, "Here."

Shi Chuan was stunned, his eyes became more complicated, and he took it and opened it after looking at her.

"I've already got a phone card," Tang Sijia smiled, "It's not the latest model, and I don't know if you like it."

"I like it very much." Shi Chuan couldn't wait to take the phone in his hand, looking at it lovingly, and then he looked at her hesitantly, and blamed himself, "Sister, I made you spend more money again."

"No," Tang Sijia explained, "The main reason is that it's more convenient to have a mobile phone now, so that you don't have to find it when you are in an emergency, and you won't be bored alone."

Shi Chuan seemed to be convinced by her, nodded, and said solemnly: "Thank you, sister."

After that, he turned on his phone and took the lead in saving her number in the address book. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and raised his head: "I've prepared dinner, sister, go wash your hands."

I don't know if he learned it on purpose, Shi Chuan's cooking skills are very good.

Tang Sijia used to eat mostly to cope with a bite, but today she was a little full.

Her stomach is not that strong, after taking a few digestive tablets, Tang Sijia decided to take a shower first, which was also agreed by her and Shi Chuan.

She was used to taking a shower early, while Shi Chuan was used to taking a shower before going to bed. It must be said that the two of them had some tacit understanding in this regard.

It was almost nine o'clock when they finished taking a shower. After Tang Sijia finished blowing her hair and came out of the bathroom, she saw Shi Chuan still sitting on the sofa fiddling with his mobile phone.

The mobile phone that she just held in her hand was like a small toy in his hand. He pressed his fingers against the black body and played with it casually.

Seeing her come out, Shi Chuan was obviously happy and walked over with the mobile phone: "Sister, I..." Before he finished speaking, his eyes fell on the ground, "You are not wearing socks, sister."

Tang Sijia followed his line of sight. She was used to walking barefoot on the carpet, and if she wore socks, although the carpet was not dirty, she still felt psychologically that the socks had been worn and were dirty. They needed to be washed separately, which was very troublesome.

"It's still cold now, and the heating has been off for the past few days. You'll catch a cold," Shi Chuan frowned in disapproval, then seemed to see her concerns, walked to the balcony, and handed her the cotton socks that were hung out to dry, "Sister, if you don't want to wash your socks, I'll help you wash them." Tang Sijia was

stunned and said hurriedly, "No need..."

"Sister," Shi Chuan interrupted her seriously, "You said that the home belongs to both of us. I have the right to refuse, so I should also have the right to like it."

Tang Sijia was stunned.

"Whether it's cooking or washing clothes, it makes me feel like I'm really integrating into this family. I like this feeling. And you don't let me do anything," Shi Chuan bent down and got close to her, "Then what's my meaning? A guest?"

Tang Sijia stared at the face in front of her in a daze, as delicate as delicate porcelain, beautiful.

Her breathing seemed to be out of rhythm for a second, so the next breath was out of place.

"Sister, okay?" Shi Chuan spoke again, and although his tone was obviously well-behaved, Tang Sijia heard a bit of bewitching meaning.

She turned her head away first, breaking off the eye contact, feeling guilty about her thoughts just now - he was clearly calling her "sister", but she imagined that he was bewitching her.

"Well," Tang Sijia said randomly, and changed the subject without waiting for his response, "By the way, what did you want to say just now?"

Shi Chuan looked at her trembling eyelashes and her tightly pursed red lips, that little bit of color seemed to be bitten by her, and sneered in his heart, stood up, and took the phone: "I said, I just registered a WeChat account, and I want to add you first."

Tang Sijia nodded, took the phone and showed the QR code, and the two quickly added each other as friends.

Then, she saw Shi Chuan changed the note to "sister" and pinned her avatar.

Tang Sijia's fingers moved, and suddenly remembered something: "Then your previous..."

"I will add back the friends I was still on good terms with before, and the others," Shi Chuan looked at her, "when I chose sister, I wanted to start over."

The strange feeling appeared again.

Tang Sijia turned his head away in embarrassment: "I still need to see the plan."

Shi Chuan obediently gave up his seat this time.

A few minutes later.

Tang Sijia put on his socks, sat on the cushion on the carpet, and typed a few words of "Project Plan" on the computer. When he typed "Project Name", he was in trouble and simply looked through the previous plans and successful cases.

Shi Chuan leaned against the sofa, holding the mobile phone in one hand, and his fingers quickly operated on the screen. Soon, the dark full-English interface appeared. The network signal in the suburbs was not good, and the interface was particularly stuck when it opened. It took a while to display completely.

It shows the profit and current cash flow of Nanshan Media in the first quarter.

As a hands-off boss, Jiang Su was lucky and achieved the stage indicators required by Jiang Huaian.

Unfortunately, that was all.

The professional manager behind Jiang Su knew Jiang Su very well and knew that he had no ability. The response strategy given to him was to be conservative and not aggressive. First, pass Jiang Huaian's "test" and get enough weight in the Jiang family. Then consider other things.

But given Jiang Su's stupid and arrogant personality, how could he do nothing?

Jiang Su thought that if he could get rid of him without anyone noticing in a foreign country, and spend some money to get a few homeless people to take the blame, he could rest easy and inherit the Jiang family's huge business.

Since he was sixteen, he had been threatened with knives, intimidated, beaten, and injured by black people in the old streets of Cambridge.

It was not until last year that he escaped successfully after being kidnapped for 36 hours.

After that, Jiang Su believed that he had accumulated his own connections and means abroad to escape danger, so he was more cautious about him.

But Jiang Su didn't know that the bodyguards who interrupted his kidnapping were all Jiang Huaian's people.

It was a small fight, and Jiang Huaian only regarded it as the law of the jungle for the heir to the family, which was harmless.

But he would never allow such a shocking scandal as the killing of brothers to appear in the news about the Jiang family.

Jiang Su kidnapped him, which was a wrong move in his public opinion.

The collapse of Nanshan Media soon after was a fatal blow to his ability.

But Nanshan Media always remains vigilant against its partners. It will not cooperate with foreign capital or investors with a single supply chain. It is guarding against him.

Therefore, one of the feasible ways is to break through from the inside.

Shi Chuan looked at Tang Sijia. She was still under the warm light, with her head down, carefully reading the thick plan.

She looked very similar to the photo of that year.

Shi Chuan retracted his gaze, found a website, clicked it, and in the photo, the young Tang Sijia stood at the scene of the car accident, holding a blood-stained rag doll, facing the camera blankly.

She is an ordinary girl who grew up in Beijing, was seen by the public, funded by the Jiang family, and has been working in Nanshan Media for half a year. She is perfect.

With a pure white background, no one would doubt such a person.

Suddenly, Shi Chuan noticed something and his eyes inadvertently fixed on Tang Sijia.

She stared at the page of documents under her hand for longer than normal. Was she distracted, or... suspicious?

Shi Chuan pondered for a moment, then changed the page on his phone. His eyes looked like a different person, and he raised his voice and said obediently, "Sister."

Tang Sijia was indeed suspicious, but she didn't suspect that Shi Chuan had other purposes. She was suspicious... Shi Chuan had been playing with the phone since he got it. Was he an internet addict?

Although it was a little unbelievable, a boy his age seemed to be at the age where he loved to play with electronic products.

It was when she was considering whether to talk to Shi Chuan that he called her lightly.

Tang Sijia turned her head in confusion, and heard a "beep", which was the sound of recording a video.

Tang Sijia reacted and raised her hand to cover her face: "Don't take pictures of me, it's ugly."

She was wearing old-fashioned pajamas, a headband and black-framed glasses, and she must have looked listless.

Behind the phone, Shi Chuan smiled beautifully: "No, I think my sister is very cute!"

As he said that, he put away the phone, got up and sat on the carpet beside her, and came over curiously: "What are you writing?"

Tang Sijia saw that he put away the phone neatly, and she gave up her previous idea: "Planning book, you also know that I am currently working in Nanshan Media, and I want to strive for a project recently..." As she said that, she inexplicably thought of the students she saw in the mobile phone store in the evening.

In fact, Shi Chuan was not much older than them, and he should be of school age.

After thinking for a while, she pushed the computer aside and turned her head: "Shi Chuan."

"Hmm?" Shi Chuan responded, glancing at her lips, and finally pulled her wrist intimately, skillfully threaded the bracelet, and rubbed the scar, "What do you want to say, sister?"

Tang Sijia was still not used to being so close to others, and she continued to ask after a while: "Do you want to go to school?"

Shi Chuan seemed to have never thought that she was thinking about this question, and was stunned for a while: "...What?"

"I went to college at the University of Economics and Business. Last year, I heard that the University of Economics and Business has exchanges with universities in Europe and the United States, and many courses are open to auditing. Although there will be no diploma, what you can learn will be good for you in the future."

The future.

Shi Chuan's fingertips moved, she thought about him very far away.

She was raising him seriously, just like raising a flower carefully, catching insects, watering, fertilizing, and taking care of everything.

However, "future" is destined not to be a word that he and she share: "But auditing courses is charged according to credits, sister, I don't want you to spend more money because of me." This sentence is true.

Tang Sijia shook her head: "You don't have to worry about me."

She lowered her eyes: "My parents left some savings, originally for my brother..." At this point, she paused, "When I was in college, a kind-hearted person sponsored my studies. I didn't spend much money, and I also saved some money from my part-time job and the six months I worked at Nanshan."

Seeing his hesitation, Tang Sijia asked again: "Or do you want to start from high school..."

"No." Shi Chuan interrupted her speechlessly.

Tang Sijia pursed her lips and smiled: "Tomorrow I will contact the previous counselor and ask what kind of certificate I need to apply for."

Shi Chuan fell silent, his expression subtle.

The next second, Tang Sijia remembered something, pulled her hand out of his palm, got up and rummaged through the bag at the door, then came back and put her clenched fist in front of him, slowly spread her hand, and two keys hung on the silver key ring, quietly placed in her palm.

"Spare keys for the downstairs main door and the entrance door," Tang Sijia smiled gently, "As agreed, this is our home..."

Shi Chuan lowered his head, looking at the key reflecting the light above his head, his pupils shaking.

Then he discovered that the bright color of the scar on Tang Sijia's wrist was spreading along her blood vessels and bones little by little.

Until her entire hand turned into a lustrous white, not the grayish white that shrouded his heart, but a skin-white color with a hint of pink.

Shi Chuan didn't know what this meant, but at this moment, in addition to this deliberate approach, he suddenly became interested in doing another thing.

- Before he pulled away, he wanted to play a coloring game, and Tang Sijia was his canvas.