"Magnolia." Duan Jincheng reminded.

Right.

Last time, when he was taking pictures of magnolia flowers, he accidentally injured his hand with a sharp knife, which caused the teaching to be suspended for two days.

"Today, let's complete the last few processes of the magnolia flower from the last time." Chen Qingwu found out the magnolia core carving that Duan Jin Cheng had not carved before and handed it to him, "After the opening of the phase, it is to repair the light, and the repair is mainly to repair the knife marks and chisel in the carving, so that the surface of the work is more detailed and perfect, you look at the *** work, and then try it yourself, be careful with your hands, don't get hurt again."

The words "don't get hurt again" are very heavy on her.

He looked at her with a smile, "You're so afraid that I'm here?"

"What am I afraid of, wages and rent are a lot of income, you are here, the money is here, I can't ask for it." She knew that he didn't like to hear her talk about money, so she deliberately linked him to money, and sure enough, his brow flashed with disgust, and he didn't continue the topic.

The atmosphere in the studio fell to freezing point.

The two are obviously sitting together, but they seem to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

"After polishing, polishing." Chen Qingwu pretended not to see his cold expression, and she took out a piece of sandpaper and pushed it in front of Duan Jincheng, "You first use sandpaper to grind the magnolia flowers to make the surface of the work fine and smooth, and after polishing, it is polishing, and polishing can make the luster of the work more warm."

She was like an emotionless teaching machine, monotonously repeating the steps of the process that had been said thousands of times in the nuclear carving school.

Duan Jincheng also operates step by step, although the interlacing is like a mountain, but he is smart and has a good understanding, even if he doesn't watch her operation, he can figure out his own understanding according to her words and implement it.

A vivid magnolia flower was finally completed after two days, and the magnolia flower holder under Duan Jin Cheng's knife was fine, and the blooming of the petals had its own charm.

Chen Qingwu had to be convinced, he really did everything with a sense of relaxation.

"Congratulations to Mr. Duan on the first work." Chen Qingwu applauded shallowly, and then brought the eye-piercing tools, "Mr. Duan will give an eye on the work, string it with thread, and I'll find you a brocade box to wrap it." This is your first nuclear carving work, which is precious and meaningful, and it can be given as a gift to Mr. Duan's fans when the movie is released in the future, which is very collectible."

"Would such a simple nuclear sculpture be collectible?" Duan Jin Cheng asked.

"Such a simple work was originally not collectible, but with the name of Mr. Duan, it is different."

An ordinary white T worn by a top-notch actor can soar in value, not to mention the nuclear carving work carved by him.

"Since it's so valuable, I'll give it to you." Duan Jincheng looked at her, "After all, Teacher Chen taught her by hand."

Chen Qingwu glanced at him, he didn't seem to be joking.

"Did you really give it to me?"

"You don't?"

"Yes!"

How could it not be?

As early as the beginning of learning that Duan Jincheng was going to come to the studio to study, several seniors of the Nuclear Sculpture Association gave Chen Qingwu advice, they said that if Duan Jincheng came over this time, it would be good to leave one or two works, even if it was a simple work, as long as it was labeled as Duan Yingdi, it would be a good magic weapon to drain traffic wherever it was placed.

"Teacher Duan, discuss something with you, when the movie is released, can I put your work on display in my live broadcast room?" Chen Qingwu asked cautiously.

"What for?"

"Drainage."

Duan Jincheng's expression darkened: "Teacher Chen's abacus is quite loud."

Chen Qingwu was silent.

The nuclear carving industry, even more than nuclear carving, is now facing the dilemma of losing many intangible cultural heritage projects inherited by handicrafts.

It is imperative to renew intangible cultural heritage.

Just like Chen Qingwu showing carving in the live broadcast room, this is also an attempt for her to keep up with the pace of the times.

If she can really borrow Duan Jincheng's traffic and promote nuclear carving culture more effectively, she will definitely do it!

Of course, everything

It must be under the premise that Duan Jin is willing to do so.

"If Mr. Duan minds, I will not exhibit your works at will against your wishes."

She linked him to money for a while, and wanted to take advantage of his traffic for a while, Duan Jin was angry and angry, but seeing her pursing the corners of her lips and looking cramped and tentative, she was still pinched by her, and she couldn't bear to refute her wishes at all.

"Whatever you want." His tone was unassuming, "Since it's given to you, you can use it however you want."

---

When Duan Jincheng walked out of the studio, his face was clearly relieved.

Chen Qingwu also knew that her intentions were too straightforward and seemed utilitarian, but she was no longer a pure person in his heart, and she didn't care about today's incident.

She told herself that it was all for the nuclear carving.

If it wasn't for the sake of better promoting nuclear carving, she wouldn't have had to choose to take over the art direction of "Hundred Character Order" on the premise of knowing that Duan Jincheng was the leading actor in the movie.

I'm not even afraid of reunion, are you afraid of being looked down upon by him again?

She doesn't care, she doesn't care for a long time.

Even though she comforted herself a lot, Chen Qingwu was still uncomfortable, and her emotions were like a full moon rising tide, drowning her silently.

The psychological discomfort soon extended to the body, after eating in the evening, Chen Qingwu's lower abdomen had a faint pain, she went to the bathroom to see, it turned out that the menstrual period came in advance.

Chen Qingwu's menstrual period has always been a calamity that she must cross every month, and it is common to roll in bed in pain.

Ibuprofen was a must-have in her medicine cabinet, but sometimes even painkillers couldn't stop the intense pain.

She remembers especially clearly the month of the college entrance examination, due to too much pressure and too nervousness, her menstrual period was half a month in advance, and the menstrual cramps were more severe than any time, she took painkillers and almost had a convulsion in the examination room, which also led to the abnormal performance of her best English.

Over the years, she has traveled to major hospitals and done various examinations, but all of them showed no abnormalities. The bitter Chinese medicine is about to drink a large vat, but it has never achieved any results.

Menstrual cramps have become a problem in her heart, and it makes her afraid when she mentions it.

The doctor told her many times that it is difficult to cure primary dysmenorrhea, so she can only develop good living habits, usually eat less raw and cold, soak her feet more, and keep her abdomen warm. Finally, the doctor also told her that there was a possibility to cure menstrual cramps, and that was to have a baby.

For Chen Qingwu, this method is about equal to nothing, she can't just go to find a child in order to cure menstrual cramps.

Chen Qingwu went to the medicine box to find ibuprofen to prepare in advance, and there was a live broadcast later, she didn't want to affect her work, but when she opened the medicine box, she found that the painkillers in the medicine box were gone.

She remembered that last week, Jiajia had a toothache and the last two ibuprofen were eaten by her.

How good is that?

Jiajia left early today, she was about to broadcast live, and it was too late to go to the pharmacy......

Forget it, she has a heart, anyway, taking painkillers may not be able to stop menstrual pain, so she simply doesn't take it. The doctor also said that it is not recommended that she take ibuprofen every menstrual period, because it is a poisonous medicine, and there will be side effects if she eats too much.

Just bear with it today, maybe you'll be lucky and it won't hurt so much.

Chen Qingwu took this luck to change clothes and started the live broadcast.

At first, it was really smooth, the pain in her lower abdomen was flat, and she could even forget and ignore this pain when she concentrated on carving. But in the end, she still didn't have such good luck, and the murderous aunt's pain came late.

Just after 8:30, her lower abdomen began to have a cramping and severe pain, as if someone was holding an electric drill to work on her abdomen, and every blow penetrated her heart and bones.

It's terrible!

Why do menstrual cramps exist in the world?

Chen Qingwu curled her toes on the ground in pain and clenched the carving knife in her hand, but even so, she lowered her head and kept the carving state, not wanting to be discovered by fans in the live broadcast room.

Cold sweat began to break out on his body.

Minutes and seconds seem to be torn apart, and time has never been so long.

There were two villains fighting in her mind, and one told her to forget it, you quickly turn off the live broadcast and go to rest. The other told her that you have been live streaming for more than a year, and you have never had a history of suddenly going off the air, so hold on a little longer, no matter what, it will be good to hold on until the end of the live broadcast.

Just as she was struggling to make a choice, suddenly, with a "click", the entire live broadcast room fell into darkness, and there was not even a trace of fire in the courtyard.

There's a power outage!

Chen Qingwu has never had a power outage here!

She had just given birth to a feeling of powerlessness that the house leak happened to rain overnight, and there was another "click" in her ears, and the electricity came back.

After only thirty seconds, the studio was bright again, but the mobile phone had automatically exited the live broadcast room and was in a state of no signal.

It's okay to quit.

It seemed that someone had made a choice for her, she finally stopped resisting, put down the carving knife in her hand, and lay down on the desk as if she had been drained of strength, rubbing her lower abdomen vigorously, and groaning in a low voice.

The door to the studio was kicked open.

Duan Jin Cheng entered the door and ran towards her.

"Chen Qingwu, what's wrong with you?" He reached over to her head, she was not feverish, on the contrary, cold sweat was dripping on her forehead, and her body temperature was significantly lower than normal.

Chen Qingwu was so painful that he couldn't answer for a while.

Duan Jin Cheng walked around, leaned over and grabbed her waist, and picked her up horizontally.

He was wearing a black T, with the cold air brought out of the air-conditioned room, mixed with the smell of tobacco on his body, like a northern cedar, cold and non-aggressive incense, which made people sink.

"Take you to the hospital." As he spoke, he strode out with her in his arms.

Chen Qingwu grabbed his T-shirt: "No need to go to the hospital, just menstrual cramps."

Duan Jin Cheng was slightly stunned for two seconds: "Didn't take painkillers?"

When she was in high school, she was taken away by her English teacher in the middle of her class because of menstrual cramps, and he witnessed it with his own eyes, and later he checked that dysmenorrhea can only be relieved by taking painkillers.

"There's no more at home."

"I'll send you up first, and I'll buy it right away."

Duan Jincheng carried her through the porch.

When he went upstairs, he walked very fast, Chen Qingwu was jolting in his arms, the pain was constantly amplified and extended, in order to stabilize the center of gravity and make herself feel a little better, she subconsciously raised her hand to hook his neck.

This action made Duan Jin Cheng stiffen.

He looked down at her, Chen Qingwu's hairpin didn't know when it fell, a long black hair fell down his arm, and his sideburns were soaked with sweat, sticking to her pale cheeks, like a painting.

She closed her eyes, leaned against his chest and frowned, as if she didn't realize she was hugging him.

Duan Jin Cheng took a deep breath and walked upstairs quickly.

---

Hu Tu heard the movement, ran out of the room, and was startled when he saw Duan Jin Cheng coming up with someone in his arms.

"What's wrong with Qingwu?"

"Upset stomach, go to the pharmacy and buy painkillers."

"Oooh."

Hutu didn't dare to delay, and immediately took the car keys and ran downstairs.

The wooden corridor was stepped on by the two people who stepped on the ground and shook the sound of the mountains, Chen Qingwu was in a daze of pain, and he still had a sober thought in his heart, it was really troublesome for them tonight, but fortunately they were here.

Duan Jin Cheng carried Chen Qingwu all the way back to her room, because he didn't know where the light switch was, he felt the darkness and almost knocked over a small fan at the head of her bed.

It was only when he put the person on the bed that he found the switch on the bedside.

The lights were bright, Chen Qingwu didn't seem to be able to adapt to it, raised his hand to cover his eyes, turned over and curled up to the center of the bed.

Duan Jin Cheng looked down at her, her face was whiter than just now.

"Does it still hurt?"

He was answered with two muffled snorts.

"Wait a minute, I'll make you a cup of brown sugar ginger tea."

Chen Qingwu wanted to say that there was no need to bother, but she was a little slow to react in pain, and when she spoke, Duan Jincheng had already gone out.

Hutu bought painkillers when he returned

and saw that the kitchen was lit up.

He looked inside and saw Duan Jin Cheng standing in front of the iron pot waiting for the water to boil.

The smell of ginger in the air.

"What are you doing?"

Duan Jin Cheng didn't answer, but just asked, "Where's the medicine?"

Hu Tu handed the ibuprofen to Duan Jin Cheng, just as the water was boiling, Duan Jin Cheng took the brown sugar from the refrigerator and put it in, and turned off the heat when the brown sugar was completely melted.

The brown sugar ginger tea that had just come out of the pot was a little hot, Duan Jincheng took a fan and fanned the tea to a palatable temperature before serving it upstairs.

Hutu followed him all the time.

In normal times, Jin Cheng was the one who was taken care of by the stars and Gongyue, and it was the first time for Hu Tu to see him take care of others so carefully, so he couldn't help but be a little curious: "How do you know that Qingwu has an uncomfortable stomach?"

"I see." He replied ambiguously.

Hu Tu had a big heart, thinking that he had just met him, so he didn't think deeply.

Actually, Duan Jincheng saw it in Chen Qingwu's live broadcast room.

Although he was choked by Chen Qingwu today, at seven o'clock in the evening, he couldn't help but open her live broadcast room.

Brother Shu didn't come today, he casually swiped a few gifts, and sat in the position of the number one big brother, many people in the comment area were in Aite He called him "local tyrant", he ignored it, and was about to concentrate on Chen Qingwu's carving, but he found out that something was wrong with her at a glance.

Her face today is too white, although she is blessed by a filter, and she usually has about this shade, but Duan Jin Cheng always feels that her white today has a sense of weakness. Moreover, the posture she carved today was also a bit strange, not only did her head hang very low, but her hand grasped the carving knife very tightly, which was clearly resisting an discomfort emanating from her bones.

"Is Mr. Chen unwell?" Duan Jin Cheng took the lead in sending a barrage.

Maybe because he is the number one on the list, the barrage has attracted much attention.

After a while, the entire live broadcast room was asking, "Is Mr. Chen uncomfortable?"

"If Teacher Chen is not feeling well, go and rest."

"Teacher Chen, don't hold on, I feel like she's about to faint."

"God, what's wrong with Mr. Chen? If you're not feeling well, go to the hospital!"

「……」

Fans are persuading her to go to the hospital after the broadcast, but it's a pity that Chen Qingwu doesn't watch the barrage as usual, and is still holding on.

Duan Jin Cheng didn't want to rush directly into the live broadcast room to find her, and in a hurry, he simply pulled the electric switch.

---

When Chen Qingwu was groggy in pain, she felt that someone helped her up.

"Take your medicine."

It was Duan Jin Cheng's voice.

She opened her eyes and saw Duan Jincheng standing beside her bed, holding an ibuprofen in his palm, and had already handed the medicine to her mouth.

"Take your medicine." He repeated it again.

Chen Qingwu may have really short-circuited her brain in pain, or she just wanted to swallow the medicine into her stomach quickly, and she didn't even want to bow her head and take it directly.

It wasn't until her lips touched his warm, dry palm that she realized how ambiguous the gesture was.

Isn't that the same as she kissing his palm?

Chen Qingwu was so frightened that the six gods returned to their positions, and immediately raised his eyes to look at Duan Jin Cheng, and then found that he was staring at her with a calm face. ap.

"I ......"

"If you are uncomfortable, you still have to insist on live broadcasting, Mr. Chen is really dedicated, just so poor for money?"

It turned out that he was angry about this.

Chen Qingwu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, she pointed to the cup of brown sugar ginger tea on the bedside, and asked, "Give it to me?"

Duan Jin Cheng handed over the rattan glass, and his slender fingers were imprinted on the dark glass, with a kind of ascetic beauty.

Chen Qingwu swallowed the painkiller with the sweet brown sugar water, and drank the sugar water in the cup, and his abdomen warmed up all of a sudden.

"Thank you."

Duan Jincheng silently took the empty cup from her hand, and when he put the empty cup on the bedside table, and when he turned his head again, she had already curled up back in the quilt, and her whole person was bent into a small ball, it should be this posture that could relieve her pain.

He came over with one hand and sat on the edge of her bed.

The light is warm, and when you turn it on, you will feel a little bright, and when your eyes get used to it, you will find that it is a very mild color, and quietly coat all the furniture in the room with a layer of home filter.

And that includes her.

Under such light, her face was finally no longer pale, and her lips were slightly bloody.

He took two tissues and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

She snorted softly in her sleep, like a frightened fawn, and shrank deeper into the bed.

Duan Jin Cheng looked at her quietly for a long time.

Perhaps the painkillers worked, and her breathing gradually stabilized, and she finally fell asleep.

Duan Jin Cheng had the spare time to look at her room at this time.

Her room is very large, the whole is a nostalgic color of brown coffee, the furniture is retro, and there are many details, such as the TV cabinet is a calm black walnut wood, and the footings are French carvings.

The bedroom and her studio on the first floor are two very different styles of décor, which is probably how she separates work and life.

There is a group photo on Chen Qingwu's desk, in which a graceful and luxuriously dressed woman circles her shoulders, both of them are laughing, although Chen Qingwu's smile is shallow, but the smile reaches the eyes, obviously from the heart. The woman, on the other hand, laughed with a sense of satisfaction and cherishment that had been lost and regained.

Their eyebrows and eyes are somewhat familiar, and they can see the similarity of blood relationship at a glance.

Who is this man?

Duan Jincheng remembered that the only family members who were by Chen Qingwu's side at the beginning were his grandfather and sister-in-law Chen Yuchuan, and this woman did not look like Chen Yuchuan.

Could it be that Chen Qingwu remarried his mother who went abroad?

---

Chen Qingwu slept until six o'clock in the morning.

When she opened her eyes, the pain in her lower abdomen was gone, and she stretched, feeling like she was back to life with full blood again.

The only benefit of menstrual cramps may be that you can experience the feeling of being reborn once a month, so that you can embrace the days without menstrual cramps with enthusiasm, just as people who die for a lifetime will cherish life more.

The curtains in the room were tightly drawn, and no light came in, except for the nightlight at the head of the bed.

Chen Qingwu doesn't remember when he pulled the curtains yesterday, and he doesn't remember when he turned on the night light.

Last night was a messy and blurry night, and the only thing that was clear was the temperature of his arms and his palms.

Chen Qingwu walked to the desk, opened the drawer again, and looked at the rose petals and the mobile phone, her thoughts were inexplicably empty.

Ten years, no matter where she hides her emotions, as long as he stands in front of her eyes, everything is easily revealed.

She could only comfort herself, fortunately, he would not stand in front of her all the time.

He will leave in ten days, and when he leaves, from now on, there will really be no intersection between the single-plank bridge and Yangguan Road.

She slapped her head twice, closed the drawer, and decided to take a shower to cool down.

Last night, when she was in the most pain, she was dripping in cold sweat, and she curled up in the bed all night, and her body was very slimy and uncomfortable.

She washed her hands after taking a shower, and then removed the four-piece suit on the bed and threw it into the washing machine. When the washing machine is running, she goes to the terrace to dry her clothes.

As soon as the glass door of the terrace was pushed open, she saw Duan Jincheng stretching in the yard, and it seemed that he had just come back from running in the morning.

There is a highway outside Chen Qingwu's house, because there are very few people living in this area, so there are usually no cars on the road, even if it is a big star like Duan Jincheng, it is not easy to be recognized, and the morning run is just right.

She was thinking about whether to say hello, but Duan Jin Cheng disappeared in a flash.

It just happened that she was saved from being entangled.

Chen Qingwu lowered his head and put his underwear on the clip, and just raised it on tiptoe, before he could hang it on the shelf, he saw Duan Jin Cheng coming in from outside the gate while drinking water.

He just now

The moment I disappeared, I should have gone to the car to get water.

Duan Jin Cheng raised his head to drink water, and just caught a glimpse of Chen Qingwu.

The two looked at each other, and Chen Qingwu saw that he couldn't hide this time, so he took the initiative to greet him warmly: "Good morning, Teacher Duan!"

After all, he just helped her last night, and he always had to greet his benefactor with a smile, otherwise, he would inevitably be suspected of ingratitude.

"Ahem, cough, cough......" Duan Jin Cheng somehow suddenly choked on the water and coughed wildly.

Chen Qingwu was startled when he saw him react so much.

"What's wrong, Mr. Duan? Do you have a cold?"

Duan Jincheng waved his hand and walked into the courtyard quickly, no matter how concerned she was, he didn't even look up at her again.

This person is really inexplicable.

If it hadn't happened last night, she wouldn't have bothered to say hello to him.

Chen Qingwu secretly complained while continuing to dry his clothes.

Wait a minute! Wait a minute!

She seemed to know why Duan Jin Cheng was choked by the water just now!

Because she just held up her underwear to greet him!

Oh, my God!

Chen Qingwu was almost stupid to death by himself.

She immediately checked the style of her underwear, and it was okay, a simple white style, except for a slightly sexy circle of lace on the edge of the cup.