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Xu Zhi was suddenly in no mood.

She pushed Wen Cenjiang away and stood up: "I don't want to do it anymore."

It was dark night outside the window, and there were no lights on in the house.

In the dim light, Wen Cenjiang frowned. His white shirt was slit, exposing the edge of his collarbone. When he was leaning back on the sofa, the line of his Adam's apple was particularly obvious. He couldn't see his profile clearly. There was a sense of sexual control in the shadow of the backlight.

Inexplicably, sometimes I feel very S.

He took her wrist.

"Does it hurt you?"

"A bit."

Two seconds of looking at each other.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I won't do it next time."

"It's okay, it's my problem."

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Cheng Xuran met Duan Yunming again because of work cooperation. Before that, Cheng Xuran had not had any interaction with Duan Yunming for a long time.

Fade into view.

Almost forget about this person.

Cheng Xuran took on two variety shows in the second half of this year. One was "Civilization", a historical science and education program about traditional cultural interviews.

Cheng Xuran was invited to participate, not as a guest, but as a judge.

This is due to the fact that when she was in college, she met a senior who majored in archeology. He was lonely and passionate about archeology. She majored in Chinese language, was very interested in traditional history, and also minored in archeology. Department, once you go back and forth, you will know a little bit about it.

As for professional archaeologists, they are definitely not comparable, but with the superficial knowledge she has learned, she is still qualified to be a judge on this show.

This program is of historical significance, has always been tepid, and has gathered a group of loyal fans. Cheng Xuran is also interested.Sometimes people still need to learn more. No matter what it is, as long as you are interested in it, do it, accumulate more cultural heritage, and love the world more.

The world is so big, it would be a pity not to see the distance.

"Teacher Cheng, if you say this is 'a little bit good', that would be too much of an understatement." The producer said to her with a smile.

The other judges are all professionals who study history. The eldest one is now over seventy years old and is well-known in the academic world.

Because of this program, Cheng Xuran got to know several seniors outside the circle, and benefited a lot from the influence of books.

When she goes back every night, she will happily share what she saw and heard with Song Yanqing.

She was talking and he was listening.

They are very serious.

"I've learned a lesson." Song Yanqing still carried the cold air from outside at night. It was already November, the weather was getting colder and colder, damp and gloomy. He took off his coat and hung it on the sofa, smiling, "It seems that I should do it another day." Go to the museum, otherwise I will have nothing in common with you."

Cheng Xuran put down the planning script in his hand, held his chin and looked at him: "You obviously know."

Her initial enlightenment on humanities and history came from the photos in Song Yanqing's camera during the first semester of high school.

The bookshelves in his home cover everything from north to south.

"Then we shouldn't pursue innovation." He said casually, "I can't talk to you about past topics."

The light casts shadows, and there are endless words to talk about and endless walking to do.

But Cheng Xuran didn't expect that Song Yanqing would find two tickets for the Museum of Natural Culture on his desk one cold morning.

Let her accompany him to see it.

"Let's go or not, Teacher Cheng."

"Teacher Cheng, let's go."

Photography is allowed in the museum, and Song Yanqing brought his camera. When the weather gets cold, people wear thicker clothes. The roads are often slippery, and the mist turns into white mist.