"There's a girl who wants me to go to the hip-hop dance club to watch her dance."

Chen Wen said truthfully.

Jiang Qiuyi on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment: "Who?" ”

"Uh......" Chen Wen looked at He Ran blankly, still couldn't remember what her name was, so he could only say, "Just sit next to me and eat before." ”

He Ran on the side looked surprised, thinking that if he ate with other girls, would he report it to his girlfriend?

"Oh~" Jiang Qiu said in a calm tone, "Have you turned on hands-free?" She's right next to her, right? ”

Chen Wen said "um", turned the phone screen to He Ran, and motioned for her to say hello.

"Hello Senior Sister Qiuqiu, I'm He Ran~" With a cheerful tone, He Ran greeted him without showing weakness and launched an attack, "That's the case, didn't Master teach me to make rings last weekend." ”

"I happened to meet Master today, so I wanted to invite him to a cup of milk tea, and by the way, I took him to visit the hip-hop dance club and watch me dance my newly learned dance."

"I think I'm thanking you for my help last time~"

"yes, I see." Jiang Qiuyi didn't plan to take the offer directly, but asked Chen Wen, "Do you want to go yourself?" ”

"I don't want to." Chen Wen told the truth.

He Ran: "? ”

Is it so straightforward?

Don't take care of other people's feelings?

"Then don't go." Jiang Qiuyi was like a parent of a bear child, very indulgent Chen Wen, and then changed his words, and said to He Ran, "I'm sorry, senior sister." ”

"Our family Chen Wen speaks relatively straightforwardly, and he doesn't praise people at all."

"Let him go with you alone, in case he offends people by saying the wrong thing, it will not be good, and you will not be happy at that time."

"Next time I come to Caijing to play, I'll take Chen Wen to watch you dance, and by the way, we can have a meal together or something."

Hearing Jiang Qiuyi say this, Chen Wen didn't give the two women a chance to match the line, and hung up the phone directly, and said to He Ran: "That's it, I'm leaving." ”

Without waiting for He Ran to continue speaking, Chen Wen had already strode away, leaving only He Ran with a confused face messy in the wind.

Why...... Things are not going at all the same way as she thought?

Senior Guwen called his girlfriend directly, so he wasn't afraid that his girlfriend would be jealous and angry?

……

My dear little girlfriend: Did you go home directly in the afternoon?

As soon as Chen Wen got on the subway, he received Jiang Qiuyi's WeChat, and it seemed that he didn't take the previous matter to heart at all.

Chen Wen: Well, the interpreter is one last step away.

My dear little girlfriend: I'm out of class at half past four in the afternoon, can you pick me up? Let's go grocery shopping together~

Wen Chen: Okay.

My dear little girlfriend: I'm about to go to class, I'll see you in the afternoon~

Wen Chen: Hmm.

Putting away his mobile phone, Chen Wen sat on the subway and took out a book to read slowly, in stark contrast to the people around him who were holding mobile phones.

Because of the relationship between books and handsomeness, Chen Wen finally sat down at the station and gave up his seat to an old grandmother who had just come in after receiving a lot of attention on the subway.

Back in the rented room, Chen Wenyi cleaned up before putting on his mask and entering the craft room to prepare for the final stage of making an interpreter.

In the handicraft room, on Chen Wen's high-legged handicraft table, a pitch-black sword was quietly placed at this time.

The body of the sword is black in color, with a silvery-white outline around the surrounding edges.

At the end of the blade is a spiked moon arc connected to the half-cross grid.

Chen Wen turned on the prepared camera, grabbed the hilt of the interpreter's sword and swung it twice.

The weight and feel of the purple sandalwood are very handy, not too light and fluttery like ordinary wood, nor too heavy like iron.

If it weren't for the exaggerated shape of the sword, this interpreter could have been used by the old man in the park in the morning to practice his sword dance.

Putting down the interpreter, Chen Wen took out the wood wax oil, smeared it with a tissue, and then carefully applied it to the interpreter's sword.

As a special consumable for the maintenance of wood, wood wax oil can make the surface of the wood extra bright and shiny after being applied to the wood.

In the technical terminology of station B, it is to "inject soul" into the interpreter.

In this video, Chen Wen recorded it with a close-up, and in the sublimation of wood wax oil, the interpreter has a new look, like a real sharp sword, reflecting sharp light under the light.

Inserting the interpreter into the black scabbard made of oak, Chen Wen tried the feel of drawing the sword, and finally nodded in satisfaction.

It's a pity that he can't dance the sword, otherwise the effect of the video should be even better.

Chen Wen came to the wall, put the interpreter on the sword holder that had been prepared a long time ago, picked up the camera and took some more material.

At this point, the video of the interpreter is over.

Chen Wen took the camera back to the bedroom and uploaded the footage to the computer, intending to edit it preliminarily.

At this time, Si Jiaoji found him on WeChat and sent him a video, which was the first cut of the video of the ring last weekend.

Si Jiaoji: You see if there's anything that's not suitable, I'll change it again, and then I'll use it for the later stage.

Lonely Smell: Wait a minute, I'll see.

Chen Wen clicked on the video and began to watch this short film of about ten minutes.

Chen Wen wore a mask during the whole process, and the photographer also paid attention to not taking pictures of the scene outside the window, and the content of the interior was all done in the living room and craft room.

In terms of editing, Chen Wen is still just a novice, and he has nothing to point out about.

Si Jiaoji sent him this video, and he definitely didn't ask him to make suggestions.

Just let him see if there are any details that can't be exposed, so that Si Jiaoji can make deletions in advance.

Lonely Smell: No problem.

Si Jiaoji: OK, then I should post this video tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, remember to come and cheer when the time comes.

Lonely Smell: Okay.

After the interlude, Chen Wen spent an afternoon on the first cut.

At about four o'clock, he packed up and went out to the conservatory.

Huajing Home is very close to the Conservatory, about a few minutes away.

Chen Wen took out his mobile phone and flipped through the photo album to find Jiang Qiuyi's class schedule.

The last class on Friday afternoon, vocal accompaniment, was held in Room 301 of the Harmony Building.

Probably because of his appearance, Chen Wen was not stopped by the security guard to ask for his student ID, and walked all the way into the conservatory of music.

Although Jiang Qiuyi had been pulled here to visit before, Chen Wen basically didn't remember the route here, let alone knew where Hele Tower was.

Because he didn't take the initiative to talk to others at all, Chen Wen couldn't find someone to ask for directions, and groped around all the way before he barely found Jiang Qiuyi's classroom at half past four.

Just as the bell rang for the end of class, Jiang Qiuyi and his classmates walked out of the classroom, and at a glance they saw Uh, Chen Wen waiting in the corridor.

"Chen Wen!" Jiang Qiuyi rushed to Chen Wen in the crowd and threw himself directly into his arms.

The people around saw Jiang Qiuyi, who was usually quiet and reserved in the class, hugging a strange man like this, and couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded.

In an instant, Chen Wen attracted countless eyes.