If it were an ordinary boy, when he encountered such a chat, he would definitely help her light a fire with a lighter. If he lighted ambiguously, he would hold a cigarette in his mouth and use his cigarette butt to help her fire.

But now what does it mean to ask her to go to a small shop to buy a lighter?

Seeing his cold look, Yu Ningshuang smiled and teased gently: "Handsome guy, you are so straightforward. You obviously have a lighter in your pocket."

Duan Zhuo just looked at her and didn't say anything.

Yu Ningshuang walked closer to him, her eyes flowing: "It's okay not to give a lighter, can I leave a contact information? I want to make friends with you."

Duan Zhuo heard this and lost his patience at this moment, and turned cold:

"I'm not interested in you."

Yu Ningshuang's face froze. Unexpectedly, she would be rejected like this. She couldn't bear to worry about her face. Just as she was about to speak up, she saw the man suddenly turn his eyes and look elsewhere and speak: "Zhimian--"

Zhimian, who walked out of the homestay, turned his head when he heard the sound and saw Duan Zhuo standing next to the car, with Yu Ningshuang standing in front of him.

She was surprised and walked over.

When he came to him, "Didn't you go back first..."

Duan Zhuo stood up straight, helped her open the passenger's car door, raised his hand and gently grabbed the back of her head, and his voice was soft: "I'll take you to the orphanage."

Yu Ningshuang listened to the completely different tone of the man, her eyes glaring slightly.

Zhimian was stunned for a moment, turned his eyes and looked at Yu Ningshuang, and finally didn't speak, and got into the car.

Duan Zhuo walked to drive.

The car left with dust.

In the car, Zhimian looked at the street through the rearview mirror. Yu Ningshuang's face was like pig liver, and she withdrew her gaze, a little surprised: "Do you know the person just now?"

Duan Zhuo paused and explained to her: "I don't know each other, I didn't say a few words to her."

Zhimian said, "It's okay, I just happened to know her. She is one of the painters we participated in the show together, and she slept with me."

Zhimian suddenly remembered something, "By the way, we ate noodles last night, and we haven't calculated the money yet!"

"It's okay, I'll calculate it later. When will you go down the mountain?"

"I left at noon."

"When will I go back to Lincheng?"

"In the afternoon, I have to rush back to draw the manuscript."

She said the specific time, and Duan Zhuo said: "I'll be with you."

"ah?"

"I'm done just now," he turned his eyes and met her, "Is it okay to go back together?"

Zhimian was asked this and quickly looked away, "Whatever you want..."

Duan Zhuo's eyes were filled with smiles.

The car drove to the orphanage door and Zhimian said, "I'm leaving."

"I'll go down the mountain first and wait for you in the hotel."

Zhimian nodded, got out of the car, and walked towards the orphanage.

Some staff members of the program team had already come in there. Zhimian chatted with them for a while, and several other painters also came.

The recording officially starts at 8 o'clock, and now everyone goes to the cafeteria to have breakfast first.

Xu Er walked to Zhimian and said softly: "I heard about you sending a child to the hospital last night. Fortunately, you can lend a helping hand in time."

Zhimian didn't expect Xu Er to know about this and raised his lips shyly: "Actually, I didn't help much, mainly because of my friend, he also knows first aid in this regard."

Xu Er nodded, "Thank you for your hard work, you have done a good job."

The other three female painters also walked forward and talked enthusiastically about this with Zhimian, all praising her.

When they arrived at the cafeteria, the five of them took their breakfast and walked to a small round table to sit down, and chatted while eating. Yu Ningshuang was the last one to come in. Seeing this scene, her eyes became cold and she was upset and irritable.

At eight o'clock, the program will be officially recorded.

This morning they were going to play games with the children. Six drawers were divided into three groups, with twenty children in each group. When the host assigned the team, Zhimian and Yu Ningshuang were divided into one group.

They took the children to draw oil paintings, and the painter first drew one, and the children imitated it, and finally the one that was most similar, and they could get extra prizes.

Zhimian and Yu Ningshuang were painting at the same time. Everyone chose one of the pictures to imitate. There were more children standing next to Zhimian, chattering:

"Sister Qiuqiu is painting sunflowers!"

“Wow, look so good!”

"I want to draw this picture of Sister Qiuqiu..."

They all called Zhimian sister Qiuqiu.

After Yu Ningshuang finished painting, only a few children copied it next to her. One of the girls finished painting and walked up to her and showed it to her: "Teacher, can I draw it?"

Yu Ningshuang turned her head and looked at her, and said nothing with a cold face.

The girl blinked her big eyes, "Teacher—"

Yu Ningshuang stood up and didn't look at it at all, "You guys can draw it first."

Seeing this, the girl walked to the side with the painting and sat in the corner. After a long time, the link was about to end. Zhimian checked the paintings of each child, but found that a child in their group was missing.

She looked around and finally saw the little girl in the corner of the auditorium. She walked up and found that the little girl was secretly wiping her tears.

Zhimian was panicked and held her in his arms, "What's wrong, baby, why are you crying?"

The little girl cried. The staff of the program team and the orphanage teacher rushed over to learn about this. When asked what the reason, the little girl sobbed: "I don't look good in the painting, the teacher doesn't like me..."

Several children said that after the two days of activity, Yu Ningshuang's attitude towards them has always been cold and cold, so they just liked to draw Zhimian's paintings.

Children are very sensitive to their minds. If you treat them well, they will definitely feel it. On the contrary, the same is true.

There was a temporary problem in the classroom and the recording was paused until Yu Ningshuang came out of the bathroom and saw that the auditorium was busy. Many people turned to look at her.

She didn't understand why, so she walked in and the director stepped forward to communicate with her: "Teacher Yu Ningshuang, I just reported that you have a bad attitude towards the children..."

Everyone around him looked over, the woman's pupils shook and denied:

"How is it possible, when did I do this?!"

She turned around and saw the little girl crying. Zhimian squatted beside her to comfort her. She guessed something and frowned: "At one glance, did you incite the children to say this to me?"

Everyone else was stunned when they heard this. Before Zhimian could speak, the director said, "This matter has nothing to do with Teacher Zhiqiu."

"I have never done this before. Why did she cry?! What does it have to do with me!"

"Teacher Yu Ningshuang, your attitude will scare the child..."

An older child looked at Yu Ningshuang coldly and stood up: "This teacher was like this yesterday. She didn't take us to paint well. And if Nan Nan couldn't draw well yesterday, she was very fierce. I didn't lie, so you can ask Nan Nan about this."

A child named Nannan also came out to say so.

Yu Ningshuang was speechless. The director was unwilling to cause trouble. He advised her a few words in a gentle voice. Yu Ningshuang's eyes gradually turned red and she choked:

"Director is sorry, actually I know everyone doesn't like me... Whether it's a few painter teachers or children, I want to get along well with them, but I never get everyone's recognition..."

"I've really worked hard. There weren't many children coming to me to draw this morning, and I felt very sad, so I'm not good at it. I'm really sorry..."

Yu Ningshuang expressed the exclusion she received in the past two days in aggrievedly, and made the miserable white lotus look vivid.

It's very different from what he looked like when he came in and questioned Zhimian just now.

Everyone is not stupid either. With Yu Ningshuang's attitude towards people and things these two days, she can tell her hypocrisy at a glance.

No one spoke, she cried so hard that she tried to arouse everyone's sympathy. Suddenly, Xu Er's serious and cold voice rang in the auditorium:

"This is a charity program, not a variety show."

Everyone took a breath of air conditioning when they heard this.

Yu Ningshuang cried and stopped: "Teacher Xu Er..."

"The show is still being recorded, why are you crying? No one cares about your tears, and you are not filming TV series. Put away your acting skills and focus on the event, so as not to waste everyone's time."

No one expected that Xu Er would be so tough and just fight him.

Yu Ningshuang was torn apart by the mask, and stood at the target of public criticism in embarrassment. She held back her tears and couldn't speak, and didn't dare to cry.

Finally, she was taken aside by the staff, and the director calmed the children's mood and the program continued to be recorded.

Zhimian walked aside. After a while, a female painter came over and whispered to her: "Teacher Xu Er was so amazing just now, it was so good! Finally someone said she had endured her for a long time."

Actually, no one liked her very much, but they didn't even say anything.

Zhimian sighed and finally smiled: "Let's go, let's continue to draw with the children."

"good."-

Because of the unexpected little episode, they finished recording an hour later than originally planned.

But in any case, the event ended successfully.

At noon, before leaving, everyone said goodbye to the children in the orphanage. Some children drew a painting for Zhimian and gave it to her: "Sister Qiuqiu, goodbye, I will miss you."
To be continued...