Shining Stars: First Producer

And painters seem to be born with a more sensitive perception of beauty and a more enthusiastic emotional expression than ordinary people.

Song Moran and Lu Cheng cuddled each other for a while, waiting for their mood to gradually calm down. During this process, their hearts seemed to be getting closer.

Gently patted Lu Cheng's shoulder, Song Moran said softly, "There will be more magnificent scenery in the future."

This sentence is not only comfort, but also his peace guarantee for Lu Cheng.

Reluctantly straightened up, Lu Cheng smiled and said, "You said that!"

Just listening to such a sentence, Song Moran understood that Lu Cheng understood what he just said, and couldn't help feeling a little hot in his heart.

What he likes is this way of communication. There is no need to say everything clearly, but the other party understands everything you say.

Sensitively aware of Song Moran's eyes that seemed to change in an instant, Lu Cheng pursed her lips, gently pinched Song Moran's clothes with her fingers, and did not speak.

Probably because he was about to come out, Song Moran's clothes were not as serious as usual in the company. The casual suit seemed to make him a lot softer.

It was precisely because of this illusion that someone who couldn't control his eager thoughts sneaked over and said hesitantly, "Hello."

Hearing that the business was obviously relative to him but unfamiliar, Song Moran frowned and looked over, and said, "Hello."

A simple greeting, without any other emotions, such a response made the person who spoke to him feel a little helpless.

But thinking of the scene he saw when he turned his head just now, the man gritted his teeth and asked again, "Hello, I am a wandering painter, may I draw a picture for you?"

Song Moran frowned, and didn't give him an answer immediately, but turned around and looked at Lucheng.

"Do you want it?" Song Moran asked.

Lu Cheng pursed her lips and said nothing, with a hesitant expression.

Such a short period of communication between two people is enough for that person to understand how the two get along.

Seeing Lu Cheng's obviously hesitant expression, he took a breath in his heart, and quickly said, "I was also looking at the scenery just now, and when I turned my head, I saw the relationship between the two of you, and I couldn't help being attracted."

"I just want to draw what I just saw, and I promise I won't do anything else."

"Just a painting, soon."

……

That person kept talking, and at the same time looked at Lu Cheng eagerly, slowly pleading in his eyes.

Under such an offensive, Lu Cheng pursed his lips helplessly, nodded and said, "I want it, what about you?"

When Lu Cheng was talking, she looked closely at Song Moran's eyes, and at the same time decided in her heart that as long as he hesitated, she would leave immediately.

Song Moran nodded, turned around and looked at the person who was watching eagerly, and said in a deep voice, "It's just a picture, and I'll draw it for us when it's over."

When Song Moran spoke, he was undisguised by the intentionally restrained momentum, completely enveloping that person.

Not daring to say anything to refute at all, that person nodded Nuonuo, with a bit of aggrieved look in his eyes.

Seeing everything like this, Lu Cheng couldn't help laughing, and got some dissatisfied eyes from the painter.

Afraid of being misunderstood as ridicule, Lu Cheng coughed, quickly pursed his lips and stopped talking, just watched quietly from the side.

Originally, her eyes fell on the two of them, and all the focus was on the communication between the two of them.

But I don't know when, Song Moran was the only one left in Lu Cheng's eyes, and he could only hear Song Moran's unrefutable words in his ears.

I don't know how long it took, if Song Moran and that person reached an agreement, but because of Song Moran's strength, most of the painters would involuntarily back down.

"Can I ask you to do the pose you just did here again?" the painter said with a smile on his face.

Even though he had to send out his own work in the end, the artist would be involuntarily happy when he thought of the scene he was about to paint.

In such a question, Lu Cheng suddenly raised his head to come back to his senses, and asked pretending to be innocent, "What action?"

The painter danced and wanted to draw an action, but it was still difficult for him to complete all this as only one person.

Seeing that Lu Cheng's expression became more and more puzzled, the painter grimaced and became a little dejected.

Seeing his performance, Lu Cheng felt a little sorry, took a step forward, and said, "Let's restore it, you can take a look."

Although Song Moran felt a little helpless about such an approach, he sighed in his heart seeing Lu Cheng's enthusiastic performance, and looked at her softly, cooperating with all her movements.

If someone who was familiar with the former Song Moran was here now, he would be speechless in shock.

After all, Song Moran once regarded women as nothing, and when other people were busy with sensuality, he fell in love with work.

In the middle of the journey, because of the power represented by the name Song Moran, many people threw themselves into their arms and hugged him, but no one was treated with compassion, let alone being wronged to cooperate with them.

Doing what he said, Lu Cheng tried hard to recall all the actions he had done just now, and at the same time tried hard to restore.

Song Moran cooperated with her movements, and when he saw the painter take out a camera from somewhere, he frowned, and calmly held Lu Cheng in his arms.

Looking at the scene just captured by the camera, the artist frowned involuntarily, looked up at Song Moran and wanted to say something.

But before he could say anything, he seemed to be drawn into Song Moran's eyes involuntarily, and immediately forgot everything he wanted to ask.

After a while, the artist quietly looked at the photos taken by the camera and suddenly saw something interesting.

His eyes lit up all of a sudden, the artist took two steps forward excitedly, and said excitedly, "It's done, but I don't have enough materials with me now, so I can only paint simple watercolors or sketches."

Lu Cheng frowned, hesitated for a moment, looked up at Song Moran and asked, "Which one do you like?"

Song Moran didn't have any preference for this, but looked at the painter meaningfully, his eyes gradually darkened.

"It's all right," Song Moran said softly, lowering his head and not looking at him again, with a very gentle tone.

Song Moran's different behavior towards himself and Lu Cheng made the painter's eyes brighter, and without waiting for Lu Cheng's answer, he directly took out the pencil and drawing paper he had put aside.