Shining Stars: First Producer

"It's not because of this," Lu Cheng said, her cheeks flushed slightly, "I just feel that the previous matter has been resolved, I can't live there anymore, and you don't even have a place to rest."

When talking, Lu Cheng subconsciously forgot that the place where she lived before was also a property under Song Moran's name.

For such an explanation, Song Moran still frowned, not seeming to accept it very much.

Lu Cheng didn't look at his expression, and decided on the time of the move on his own, as if he came here this time just to inform Song Moran.

After Lu Cheng finished speaking, he planned to leave, but when he walked to the door, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head and asked with a smile, "There is a photography exhibition this weekend, do you want to go see it together?"

"Together? Okay." Capturing this word sensitively, Song Moran slowly lowered his frowning eyebrows and nodded in response.

Because of such a small episode, Song Moran didn't have many complaints about Lu Cheng's insistence on moving away.

The weekend is coming soon, and it is a rare sunny and crisp autumn weather.

Because Bai Xiaofei was the host, he had to go there early. Before leaving, he knocked on Lu Cheng's door and reminded, "Don't forget this afternoon."

The person in front of him looked at him eagerly today, and the resentment in Lu Cheng's heart due to being woken up slowly disappeared.

"I see," she replied impatiently, looking at him with a smile on her face.

Bai Xiaofei nodded, stretched out his hand to check the time, said a word hastily, then turned and left.

"See you this afternoon," he said.

"See you in the afternoon," Lu Cheng responded, but when she opened her mouth, all she could see was Bai Xiaofei's hurried back.

Shrugging, Lu Cheng didn't feel sleepy, and simply cleaned up the house.

Song Moran hadn't asked anyone to inquire about any information about today's photography exhibition, so he didn't know who the main photographer of the exhibition was.

Walking side by side in the art gallery with Lu Cheng, his first reaction when he saw Bai Xiaofei was surprise, then his eyes suddenly sank, and he turned to look at Lu Cheng.

But Lu Cheng didn't see his eyes at all, the moment she saw Bai Xiaofei, she had already stood up to meet him.

"Good afternoon," Lu Cheng said with a smile, "I didn't break my promise this time."

Bai Xiaofei's eyes lightly swept over Song Moran who was standing behind Lu Cheng, and then landed on Lu Cheng's body.

"That's right, I'm very happy," Bai Xiaofei grinned and said solemnly.

Lu Cheng pursed her lips, took two steps to the side, turned her body sideways and said, "This is Song Moran, the two of us will come to see your exhibition together."

Song Moran nodded casually, and did not correct the matter that Lu Cheng had introduced to the two of them long ago.

Bai Xiaofei behaved similarly to him, nodded slightly, and kept walking around Lu Cheng on his own.

The clear and bright voice of a young man kept ringing in his ears, and Lu Cheng and Song Moran had completely opposite expressions.

"How did you come up with such a composition?" Standing in front of a picture, Lu Cheng turned to look at Bai Xiaofei, and asked.

"This one," Bai Xiaofei stroked his hair, pondered, and said after a while, "I have already forgotten why I composed the picture like this in the first place, probably because I subconsciously thought it should be like this."

After Bai Xiaofei finished speaking, he gave a bright smile, which made Lu Cheng couldn't help laughing too.

Song Muran, who had been following them all the time, became more and more serious, and turned around and left when he saw the second painting.

Just as Lu Cheng was about to ask something, something seemed to flicker from the corner of his eye, and he subconsciously turned his head to look over, and what he saw was the back of Song Moran leaving.

Pursing her lips, forgetting everything behind her, Lu Cheng raised her legs and followed without thinking.

Gently grabbing his sleeve from behind, Lu Cheng asked softly, "Why are you leaving without saying a word? Don't you like it?"

Song Moran looked down at Lu Cheng's skin and knuckles that were as white as jade, and did not speak.

For some reason, Lu Cheng seemed to have decided that Song Moran didn't like the exhibition, and felt a little disappointed. She lowered her eyelids and said softly, "Wait for me, I'll come out right away."

As she spoke, she didn't wait for Song Moran's answer, she turned around and ran in, and finally you stopped in front of Bai Xiaofei out of breath.

"I suddenly remembered that there were other matters, so I left first," Lu Cheng said with some embarrassment.

The first time he heard such words, Bai Xiaofei's expression was a little disappointed, "I see, then you must be careful on the road."

Bai Xiaofei whispered, originally wanted to say something else, but there was no time to talk alone with the people around.

Pursing her lips and smiling, Lu Cheng comforted, "You don't have to worry about me."

Bai Xiaofei nodded and shook his head, but did not speak.

The smile on the corner of Lu Cheng's mouth became more gentle, and he said softly, "Then I'm here in advance to wish you a complete success for this exhibition."

Lu Cheng didn't know that Song Moran looked at the place where he stopped just now with a blank expression.

After she finished speaking, she walked out with apologies to Bai Xiaofei, and finally stopped in front of Song Moran.

"Let's go," Lu Cheng said, and walked outside first.

Song Moran was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "Will you go with me?"

Lu Cheng took it for granted that you nodded, "I came with you, and of course I will leave with you."

After the voice fell, Song Moran didn't speak for a long time, and Lu Cheng didn't think much about it.

After a while, when the two were about to leave the art gallery, Song Moran stopped suddenly.

"Lu Cheng," he shouted, and asked solemnly, "Do you want to go home with me?"

Hearing such a solemn invitation, Lu Cheng was stunned for a while, not knowing how to respond.

"Don't get me wrong, the old house has a lot of collected paintings, photography and other works, I just think you will like it." Song Moran said expressionlessly.

Lu Cheng didn't really react until this time, and looked at Song Moran at a loss.

"I, I'd better not go," Lu Cheng said in a low voice, looking timid.

Hearing Lu Cheng's refusal, Song Moran just nodded without saying anything.

Carefully looking at his expression, Lu Cheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart when he found nothing wrong.