Chen Qingwu suddenly lost his confidence when he asked this, as if she had neglected him.

Forget it, isn't it just to open a bag? What a big deal.

Chen Qingwu was able to bend and stretch, and immediately smiled: "Teacher Duan, wait, I'll tear it down for you."

She opened the staple on the bag with her bare hands, took out the lunch box inside, and sure enough, there was a bowl of colorful grass. She opened the lid of the lunch box, tore open the plastic bag, took out the disposable spoon and handed it to him.

"Teacher Duan, please enjoy slowly."

"Sit down." Duan Jincheng said.

"What?" Chen Qingwu still maintained a polite smile on his face, "Do you want me to feed you?"

"I don't mind if you want to."

Her smile instantly collapsed: "Teacher Duan, with all due respect, your little injury may be healed by removing the gauze, don't be hypocritical, okay?"

"It's okay if you don't feed it, sit down and watch me eat." Duan Jincheng hooked the chair in front of the desk with his feet and motioned for her to sit down, while he himself moved a bedside table as a temporary stool.

"Why do you want to watch you eat? Are you a picky eater or don't know how to save food? Kindergarten children don't need to be supervised by teachers when they eat, and you are so old that you still need someone to supervise you?"

"Teacher Chen, I was injured in your studio, and you can't meet my request?"

Chen Qingwu: "......"

What kind of omnipotent discourse is this? Chen Qingwu felt that his seven inches were pinched by him.

Well, she's full anyway, and a box of grass can't satisfy her.

Chen Qingwu sat down on the chair and made a "please" gesture.

"Eat, I'll watch you eat."

Duan Jincheng tore open the salad dressing, poured it on the salad, mixed it with a spoon, lowered his head and began to eat.

Chen Qingwu is a "person who will die if she doesn't eat meat", she really can't see the plate of grass in Duan Jincheng's hand, lettuce, purple cabbage, broccoli, carrots, cucumbers, corn...... There are also some vegetables that she can't name, and the only ones that have a bit of meat are shrimp and a boiled soft-boiled egg.

"Isn't it true that you won't be hungry if you eat only this night?" Sometimes she eats less at night, and when she works overtime in the studio until ten o'clock, her stomach begins to protest, Duan Jincheng is such a big man, and the consumption must be much greater than her.

"Yes."

"What if you're hungry?"

"Eat some fruit."

"But when you're hungry, don't you get hungrier the more you eat fruit?"

"If you're hungry, go to sleep."

Chen Qingwu was silent, for some reason, she suddenly remembered that when she was in high school, she went to the cafeteria to eat at noon one day, but when she walked halfway to find that she forgot to bring her meal card, she hurriedly folded the *** room, and saw Duan Jincheng sitting in his place eating white steamed buns.

She stood at the door for a long time, but finally did not dare to go inside.

The next day, she folded the *** room again at about the same time, and sure enough, Duan Jincheng still nibbled on steamed buns.

At that time, in order to save three or five yuan for food, the boy lived a "ascetic" life alone in the classroom every day after his classmates went to eat, but now, he is already an astonishing star, but he still lives another form of "ascetic" life.

"Teacher Duan, if you don't enjoy making money, then what are you doing with making money?" Chen Qingwu asked.

"Save money to marry a wife."

Chen Qingwu was stunned for a moment, and then his chest was blocked.

Duan Jincheng's eyes were calm and sharp, as if they were about to cut through her skin and pierce the deepest part of her heart.

"What girl wants to talk to me if you don't have any money, right? Teacher Chen."

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Twilight quadrangle.

Chen Qingwu walked out of Duan Jincheng's room, only to find that it was already dark.

Jiajia ran up to remind her, "Sister Qingwu, there are still ten minutes to start."

"Well, I'll change my clothes first."

"Okay."

Chen Qingwu returned to the room, opened the wardrobe, and picked out a cheongsam with more complicated colors than yesterday.

took off the long skirt that had just been wet with water.

The dress fell to the ground, and the scar that snaked down from her left knee was exposed to the air.

In fact, after so many years, this scar has long been no longer tender, and the color is much lighter, but every time it loses its cover, Chen Qingwu will involuntarily get goosebumps, as if he is facing the world with the ugliest posture.

She quickly changed into a cheongsam, her skirt was put down, and her whole body straightened up and recovered as before.

Seven o'clock is approaching.

Chen Qingwu didn't have time to think about it anymore, she picked up a hairpin and walked out while curling her hair.

Unfortunately, as soon as the door opened, he bumped into Duan Jincheng who came out to throw garbage.

Chen Qingwu had already collected his mood and smiled at Duan Jin Cheng.

"Teacher Duan has eaten?"

Duan Jincheng nodded, and when he saw that she was dressed in a cheongsam again, he couldn't help but glance at her more.

The cheongsam is a plain crepe satin cheongsam with a dark blue background, with a double round placket, and the large yellow flowers on the satin surface are blurred, and the front and back swings are elegant and neat. This body is obviously different from yesterday's elegant style, but when she wears it, she does not look old-fashioned at all, but is graceful and graceful, and her body is full of the temperament of rich flowers in the world.

Chen Qingwu was in a hurry to go to the studio for live broadcast, and didn't notice that Duan Jincheng followed her downstairs.

Hu Tu and Jiajia were still chatting in the courtyard, and when they reacted, Duan Jincheng had already sat in the empty seat next to them.

"Teacher Duan, you're down." Jiajia looked at Duan Jincheng's hand for the first time, "How are your fingers?"

"It's fine."

"It's okay."

Jiajia poured him a cup of tea, and Duan Jin Cheng rubbed the teacup and didn't make a sound.

The three of them sat together, completely devoid of the previous casual atmosphere.

Of course, the main thing is that Jiajia has become restrained alone.

Duan Jincheng saw Jiajia wringing his fingers, feeling embarrassed that there was no topic to follow, he turned his head to look at Hu Tu: "Tell a joke and listen."

"Huh?" Monk Hutu Erzhang was puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"I've heard you're good at telling jokes and making people laugh, so let's talk about another one."

Hutu suddenly made a big alarm bell, wouldn't it, the boss would know that he was talking about his troubles behind his back?

He and Jiajia glanced at each other and urgently made amends: "...... It's not that funny."

Jiajia echoed: "Yes, yes, it's really not funny, the main thing is that I laugh low, so I will be amused, and Sister Qingwu is not laughed at all."

Speaking of Chen Qingwu, Duan Jincheng took the opportunity to ask, "Teacher Chen still has work at night?"

"Yes, Sister Qingwu will broadcast live in the studio at night."

"Live?"

"Yes, the process of nuclear carving will be broadcast live, and some knowledge related to nuclear carving will also be taught on Saturdays and Sundays, if Mr. Duan is interested, you can pay attention to it."

Jiajia said, turned on her phone, and clicked into Chen Qingwu's live broadcast room.

The name of Chen Qingwu's live broadcast room is called "Nuclear Carving-Shou Artist", which is different from the live broadcast room in Duan Jincheng's impression, Chen Qingwu just sat there quietly, working as usual, she didn't speak, and she didn't even glance at the camera.

If it weren't for the carving knife in her hand moving and the dust flying, her live broadcast room would be like an antique painting.

"Qingwu at work is so beautiful!" Hu Tu leaned over to take a look, and then sighed.

"Sister Qingwu who doesn't work is also beautiful, okay?"

Hu Tu realized that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly slapped himself in the mouth: "Yes, yes, Qingwu is beautiful at all times, but it is especially beautiful when he is working."

"Not really."

While these two were talking, Duan Jincheng kept looking at the people in the live broadcast room.

Chen Qingwu herself has fair skin, and with the blessing of lighting and filters, she is undoubtedly like a powdered doll, although her eyes are downward, her body is straight, and her sitting posture is like a pine, under the background of the cheongsam standing collar, that

The swan neck is even more slender, Duan Jincheng is used to seeing beauties in the entertainment industry, but he is still swayed by her sideburns at this moment, and the gentle and pleasant atmosphere is amazing.

Obviously, he was in the studio a few steps away, but the three of them still looked at the phone screen for a while.

"Aren't Qingwu interacting?" Hutu asked.

"There is no interaction from Monday to Friday, and the creation of nuclear sculpture also pays attention to "tranquility", if she interacts with fans, she will be distracted and affect her creative ideas, so although Sister Qingwu is live broadcasting, she herself is also doing her best to ignore the camera, trying to make the camera exist and not exist."

"If you don't interact with each other, there are so many fans, and it's also a cow!"

"Most of these people really like nuclear carving! Some people even contacted Sister Qingwu through the live broadcast room, wanting to worship her as a teacher."

"Does Qingwu accept apprentices?"

"Accept, if you really want to learn, Sister Qingwu welcomes it, she is very interested in the inheritance of nuclear carving."

Jiajia raised her mobile phone a little sorely, but seeing that Duan Jin Cheng could see it, she didn't dare to interrupt. The actor is watching the live broadcast on her mobile phone, and this matter will be enough for her to blow for a long time in the future, so even if her hands are cramping, she has to insist on holding it.

"Who is this man?" Duan Jincheng suddenly pointed to an ID called "Brother My Tree in Society" and turned his head to look at Jiajia.

Since the start of the live broadcast, this person has been frantically brushing Chen Qingwu with gifts, what yachts and planes Porsche, popping out all the time, firmly occupying the position of the number one big brother, and from time to time he also sent a sentence of encouragement such as "Come on Master Chen" and "Master Chen is great", followed by a long list of roses, thumbs up and hugging expressions.

Jiajia realized that Duan Jincheng was asking her, and immediately turned her head and replied with a red face: "This Brother Shu is a fan of Sister Qingwu, and he is an iron fan among iron fans, Sister Qingwu has been supporting in the live broadcast room since she started the live broadcast, and he is quite interesting, and he supports Sister Qingwu's nuclear carving career very much."

"Big brother on the list, you generally don't have good intentions." Hu Tu interjected, "He brushed gifts to Qingwu so diligently, whether he fell in love with Qingwu's nuclear carving skills or Qingwu's beauty, he knew in his heart."

"Probably not." Jiajia looked innocent, "Sister Qingwu sometimes meets Brother Shu, and I have never heard her talk about Brother Shu's inappropriate behavior."

"They also meet in person?" Duan Jin Cheng frowned.

"Yes, I heard Sister Qingwu say that it seems that they made an appointment to meet again this Saturday."