Chen Qingwu cooks three meals a day in the kitchen, and goes to the supermarket or vegetable market once or twice a week to buy and fill the refrigerator.

She didn't know how to cook before, but now, apart from nuclear carving, her favorite thing is cooking.

Whenever she ran out of inspiration, or was busy in the studio and had a sore back, she would get up and go to the kitchen. Visiting the vegetable market, researching recipes and cooking became the best way for her to decompress and relax.

Jiajia's cooking skills are not as good as Chen Qingwu, so she eats with peace of mind most of the time, and sometimes Chen Qingwu is really too busy, so she will help cook.

Today, as usual, Chen Qingwu cooks by herself, but she made a mistake when she entered the kitchen, Duan Jincheng and Hu Tu have already lived here, so how can their dinner be solved? It's not very convenient for her to even order a takeout in this place.

Shouldn't she have made dinner for the two of them together? But she was afraid that she would be too attentive in this way.

Just when he didn't know how to get the rice, he saw Hutu passing by in the courtyard.

"Hutu." Chen Qingwu stopped him.

"Eh, what's wrong?"

"How do you solve the problem of eating at night? It's not easy to call takeout here, so if you don't dislike it, you can eat with me tonight." Chen Qingwu thought that today was the first day, and as the host, it was reasonable to invite them to a meal.

"Oh, thank you Qingwu, but don't bother you, Ah Cheng has a friend coming over tonight, let's go out for dinner later."

"Okay."

If that's the case, it's for the best.

Chen Qingwu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, if she really wanted her to eat at the same table with Duan Jincheng, she was really a little uncomfortable.

In the past ten days, she has only one hope for Duan Jincheng, that is, if she can avoid contact, she will have as little contact as possible, so as to save each other from worrying.

At about six o'clock in the evening, when Chen Qingwu and Jiajia were eating in the restaurant, there was a sound of a car starting outside the door, and it was Duan Jincheng and Hu Tu who went out.

Jiajia couldn't help but run to the window to take a look, Duan Jincheng was wearing a black mask and hat, and he looked very low-key.

"Where are they going?"

"Dinner."

"How do you know?"

"Hutu said it."

"The nightlife of celebrities is abundant! Envy!"

Chen Qingwu didn't answer.

Jiajia pulled the rice in the bowl, and it seemed that she wanted to continue the topic related to Duan Jincheng, Chen Qingwu saw this and spoke first: "Has the mobile phone holder arrived?"

"Oh, it's here, speaking of which, I haven't had time to open today's courier yet."

"Take it apart after eating, and use it directly at night if you can use it."

"Okay."

In addition to working normally during the day, Chen Qingwu now broadcasts live in the studio for two hours from 7 to 9 o'clock every night.

Unlike other streamers who are noisy and noisy, she sits quietly and shows everyone the process of her carving, of course, in order to prevent the idea from being plagiarized by someone with a heart, she does not show the full picture of the work until it is finished.

Every Saturday and Sunday night, she will stop creating and interact with fans, teach nuclear carving knowledge in the live broadcast room, and answer questions for fans who like nuclear carving.

She has been doing this live broadcast for more than a year, and has accumulated a lot of fans who really like nuclear carving.

During the live broadcast a few days ago, the mobile phone holder that she had used for more than a year suddenly broke, so that she had been stacking up a layer of books and putting her mobile phone on the books for live broadcast, which was not only inconvenient, but also suspected of desecrating books.

Jiajia went to unpack the courier after eating and installed the mobile phone holder in the studio.

This time, the mobile phone holder is much more expensive than the previous one, you get what you pay for, and the quality is not to be said.

As soon as seven o'clock arrived, Chen Qingwu changed his clothes and broadcast live. Putting on a cheongsam and pulling up her long hair, this is the ritual sense of her live broadcast, for which she bought more than a dozen sets of cheongsams and hung them in the wardrobe.

This outfit also matches her antique studio better.

She likes to be dignified and elegant at all times, which makes her love her job even more.

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The live stream ends at nine o'clock every day.

Chen Qingwu's work does not necessarily end at nine o'clock, and when it comes to the end, the blade can't be contained, and she will continue to stay in the studio to carve after the broadcast.

It's not exciting today, but she still works overtime, because she has an unfinished work in her hand, which was favored by fans in the live broadcast room when she was halfway through last month, and bought it at a high price, and the other party is in a hurry, and she has to be busy with the work of the crew of "Hundred Character Order" this month, dealing with Duan Jincheng, a new "star disciple", and the creative time is greatly reduced, so she can only squeeze time out at night to "catch up".

At nearly ten o'clock, Chen Qingwu's eyes began to glaze.

She stopped, and had just squeezed two drops into her eye sockets when she heard movement in the doorway.

It should be Duan Jin Cheng and they are back.

Chen Qingwu got up and walked to the window to check, and sure enough, he saw Duan Jin Cheng and Hu Tu walking into the courtyard one after the other, Duan Jin Cheng was still wearing a black mask and hat, hiberning in the night, only a pair of eyes were deep and translucent, like mysterious stars.

She also thought that the nightlife of celebrities was colorful, and she had to stop until the middle of the night, but now it seems that she is narrow-minded. Maybe they really just went out for a meal.

Seeing that the lights were still on in Chen Qingwu's studio, Hu Tu came over to say hello.

"Qingwu, we're back, are you still busy?"

"Yes, there's still a little work to be done."

"Okay, okay, then you get busy first, don't bother you, don't work too hard, rest early, good night."

"Good night."

Hu Tu closed the door for Chen Qingwu, turned around and saw Duan Jincheng still standing in the courtyard looking at the direction of the studio, and said with a smile: "Qingwu is so hard, he is still working."

Duan Jincheng didn't express his opinion and went upstairs directly.

Hutu followed him, and the footsteps of both men were soft, and there was hardly any sound in the hallway.

It's rare that both of them are "roommates" who know how to be measured and have a sense of boundaries and know how to think about others, and Chen Qingwu doesn't seem to be so reluctant to live here.

She worked for a while, and by 10:20 a.m., she couldn't stay up anymore, yawning for a long time, she wiped the dust off the desk, and prepared to go upstairs to take a shower and rest.

The switch of the small light in the corridor is on the wall corresponding to the first step, Chen Qingwu is used to going upstairs without turning on the light, the moonlight in the courtyard is bright, and Qinghui leads the way, she doesn't need to worry about tripping over anything at all.

She had just reached the corner of the hallway when she smelled a sharp smell of smoke in the air. The smell of smoke seemed to be angular, penetrating her breath and piercing her internal organs with a dull pain.

Further up, she saw the owner of the smoke smell, Duan Jin Cheng.

He sat on the steps, a cigarette in his hand about to burn to the end.

Because of the backlight, Chen Qingwu couldn't see his expression clearly, and only felt that his shoulders were sinking, and there was a kind of sexy and sultry decadence.

"It's so late, Teacher Duan still hasn't rested?" Chen Qingwu greeted him in a tone as if the camera was still there.

"Haven't you rested yet?" His voice was a little hoarse, because he smoked.

"Haven't you heard of Mr. Duan, the soul of a worker, I can't move bricks today, and my status will be unstable tomorrow, I can't help it." Chen Qingwu pretended to be relaxed and joked with him, "And Teacher Duan is different, the movie hasn't started yet, you just come to study, the most important thing is to recuperate, go to bed early, good night."

She finished speaking, ready to pass him.

At the moment of rubbing, he raised his hand and grabbed her wrist with precision.

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The temperature of Duan Jin Cheng's palm was very cold.

Chen Qingwu was excited, and before he could react, he saw his long legs stretched and stood up.

The moonlight was blocked by his tall frame, and she fell into the shadows.

He was still leaning towards her, and she was holding against the railing, unable to retreat.

"You...... What do you want to do?" Chen Qingwu pressed his hand against his chest, stopping him from moving forward.

The two were only a stone's throw away, and she was getting clearer and clearer

She could clearly feel the smell of smoke and fire on his body, and where her eyes were level was the mole on his Adam's apple.

"What do you mean by roses in the back garden?" Duan Jin Cheng asked.

Chen Qingwu didn't expect him to be so pressing, just to ask this.

"What do you mean? Why would Teacher Duan ask that?"

"Why do you plant roses?"

"Vulgar people like vulgar romance, what's the problem?" She looked calm.

Duan Jin Cheng looked at her silently, she was dressed in an elegant cheongsam, but in the darkness she exuded a demonic temperament that no one could cure her.

He suddenly realized that he was too hasty tonight, and what was the difference between confronting her with such a little clue and fighting an uncertain battle?

It's just that he was carried away by the red roses in the garden.

"Teacher Duan, is there anything else you want to ask? If not, trouble gives way." Chen Qingwu said and pushed him.

The majestic person just now doesn't know when he has died down.

She pushed it casually, and easily pushed it away.

Chen Qingwu took advantage of the situation to hold on to the railing and walked upstairs quickly, she went straight back to the room, and waited for the door to close, before leaning against the door and gasping for breath.

Inexplicably, there is a feeling of the aftermath of the catastrophe.

Her stiff limbs relaxed, and when she had calmed down, she walked over to her desk and pulled open the bottom drawer on the left side of the desk.

In the drawer are a plastic rose petal and an old-fashioned cell phone.

The rose petals were black, and the lines on the petals could not be seen clearly, because before it was sealed, it had actually dried up, but she was really reluctant to throw it away, so she tore off a petal and made a plastic seal to keep it as a souvenir.

As for this mobile phone, it was the first mobile phone her grandfather bought for her after the college entrance examination that year. The body is a rosy pink with HelloKitty's stickers on it, and she remembers how she loved it at the beginning, and now looking back, she only feels rustic.

People have different preferences at different stages.

But only the person she liked back then, after such a long time, reuniting after a long absence, can still easily make waves in her heart.

The phone is a slider button with broken edges.

Chen Qingwu plugged in the charger and pressed and held the power button, and the screen could still light up.

She clicked into her inbox, and all that was left was a message.

That was already the information *** ago, and now that I look at it, every word is stained with the dust of the years.

"Chen Qingwu, can you be my girlfriend?"

She rubbed the screen with her hair, tears suddenly fell, afraid that she would lose control of her emotions, she didn't dare to watch it a second time, panicked unplugged the charger, threw the phone and the rose petals back into the drawer, and closed them again.

The rose forest in the back garden, in fact, many people have told her, it doesn't match or match, but she keeps it, but if she has to say what it means, she really can't tell herself.

Some time ago, there were a few fairy sentences on the Internet about roses.

The words go like this: "Then the roses flooded, and the beloved could not be embraced after all, and the roses bloomed everywhere, and the departing back never returned. Later, the roses were flooded, and I never remembered who they were blooming for, but only sent my thoughts to the sea."

Perhaps, this is her mood.

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Chen Qingwu had insomnia.

It wasn't until the second half of the night, when the sky was cloudy, that she officially entered sleep mode, which directly caused her biological clock to fail, and she got up more than an hour later than usual.

"Sister Qingwu?"

Jiajia saw that she hadn't gone down, thinking that something had happened to her, so she ran up and knocked on the door.

"It's coming, it's coming." Chen Qingwu washed up, took a bite of toast and went downstairs.

"Sister Qingwu, why did you oversleep today, Duan Jincheng has been waiting for you in the studio for a long time." Jiajia said.

Chen Qingwu didn't have time to answer, hurriedly swallowed his toast, pushed the door and walked into the studio.

Duan Jincheng sat on a chair by the window

, white shirt and linen-colored pants, a clean and elegant body, the morning light shines through the window, just on the book on his lap, which is the book that Chen Qingwu moved from the study to support his mobile phone, he picked one of them, and has read more than 20 pages.

"Teacher Chen, good morning." Seeing her enter the door, he greeted politely and detachedly, as if it was not the same person who shackled her in the corridor last night.

Chen Qingwu subconsciously looked at the camera, and sure enough, the camera was on, and I don't know who had turned it on.

"Good morning, Mr. Duan, I'm sorry to keep you waiting." Chen Qingwu didn't say that he had overslept, but he was afraid to teach him to see the clues again.

"It's okay."

"Have you had breakfast?"

"I've eaten it."

"Do you drink coffee? Or tea?"

"Tea, thank you."

"Okay."

Chen Qingwu filled the teapot with pure water, turned on the power and pressed the switch, taking advantage of the time when the water was slowly boiling, she walked to her desk and cleaned up the knives on the desk a little.

"Teacher Duan, today I will take you to know the tools of nuclear carving, and then you can try it yourself."

"Okay."

Duan Jincheng walked to her desk and stood side by side with her.

As he got closer, Chen Qingwu could smell the fresh smell of his body, like a mixture of lemon and green leaves, which was completely different from the clean smell of last night.

Day and night, he really seems to be a different person, but he doesn't know which one is the real him.

"Teacher Duan, you see, there are many types of knives for nuclear carving, mainly flat knives, round knives, sharp knives, triangular knives, line knives, etc., and each knife type has a length and thickness, in addition, there are files used to transform the shape of the olive core, taper knives are used to highlight the level of the work, and openwork needs a small round chisel to deal with, so I have dozens of knives here alone."

Duan Jincheng casually picked up a carving knife and pressed his fingertips to it, wanting to feel the sharpness of the tip of the knife, Chen Qingwu saw this, and subconsciously reached out and pressed his wrist.

"No, it's sharp, it can paddle."