Shining Stars: First Producer

The driver sat quietly in the car, looked at him expectantly, and asked, "Assistant Song, shall we follow?"

Assistant Song glanced at him angrily, and after struggling for a while, he sat quietly in the car without any other movements.

"The president may need a separate environment, as long as we stay here," Assistant Song explained solemnly.
Faced with such a decision, the driver had no other objections. After all, in his opinion, Assistant Song knew Song Moran very well.

He didn't even notice whether the people behind him were following up, Song Moran walked up calmly, with only the small figure in front of him in sight.

The howling cold wind blocked Lu Cheng's hearing, and she didn't even notice that there were other people behind her, let alone the sound of footsteps.

When he finally arrived at the destination, Lu Cheng couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, and looked at the bouquet with some distressed eyes that still lacked many petals even under his own careful protection.

Carefully putting the flowers away, Lu Cheng thought that he would not shed tears again, but this sentence was quickly broken by him himself.

Looking at the familiar face on the stele, Lu Cheng couldn't help but burst into tears, and the tears quickly turned into a thin layer of ice at such a temperature.

Sniffing, Lu Cheng carefully wiped away all the tears on his face, and said in a low voice, "We made an agreement yesterday, I will come to see you today, and I have not broken my promise,"

No one answered him, and the smile on the stone tablet didn't change at all, and it was impossible to carefully hug him into her arms when she couldn't help crying like before.

However, even such deep scars have become shallower as time continues to fill them up.

The sudden pain disappeared in a flash, and Lu Cheng quickly adjusted her mood. Although her eyes were still red, she no longer had the urge to cry.

Because of the heavy snow, there was no way for Lu Cheng to clear a place for him to sit in front of the tombstone with his bare hands without tools. After realizing this, Lu Cheng couldn't help crying and laughing.

"I wanted to sit here and have a good talk with you," Lu Cheng pouted, and said helplessly, "but I forgot about this snowy day."

"Forget it, I'll just stand here and talk to you."

"I've had a good time during this period. I don't know if you still remember my previous wish. I said that I want to be the greatest program planner in the world."

"Although there is still a short distance from that goal, I have already started my first step, and I believe that I will be able to achieve that goal soon."

After finishing speaking, Lu Cheng was quiet for a while, as if he was listening carefully to the other party's response, tilted his head innocently, and argued confidently, "Everything is said to be difficult in the beginning, although I have only taken the first step now , but it will be soon.”

Lu Cheng kept rambling like this, without any intention of stopping at all, and Song Moran just stood quietly behind him, not moving even though a thick layer of snow had accumulated on his body.

I don't know how long it took, Lu Cheng took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly, she quietly felt the cool air flowing around her limbs, and finally forced herself to pull back lips.

"Okay, let me tell you one last thing," Lu Cheng cleared his throat, and said in a low voice, "I have decided to leave this city, and I may not be able to visit you frequently in the future, I hope you don't blame me .”

After Lu Cheng finished speaking, she calmed down, listening carefully to the rustling sound of snowflakes falling, and finally slowly revealed a smile.

"I knew you wouldn't blame me," Lu Cheng said in a low voice, and the voice quickly dissipated in the heavy snow beside her.

Finally, taking a deep look at the tombstone, Lu Cheng turned and left without hesitation, unexpectedly seeing a black shadow in his eyes.

Everyone will be frightened by something that suddenly appears in front of them and can't help but step back, no matter if it is a person or any other shadow, Lucheng is of course no exception.

Her face was pale and full of panic, she didn't even dare to look up at all, she just kept stepping backwards.

Unexpectedly, such a situation would happen, Song Moran blinked quickly, and called softly, "Lu Cheng."

A familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears, Lu Cheng couldn't help being stunned for a moment, his originally retreating movement finally stopped slowly, and turned around stiffly.

"Song Moran? Why are you?" Looking at the familiar face in front of him, Lu Cheng asked in disbelief, "Why are you here?"

"Because you're here," Song Moran said expressionlessly, and took two steps forward under Lu Cheng's bewildered gaze, allowing the bright red in his arms to appear in front of him.

Having no idea what Song Moran meant, Lu Cheng blinked in a daze, pointed at the bouquet in his arms, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Don't you like it?" Song Moran glanced down expressionlessly, and said confidently.

And during this time, Lu Cheng finally came to his senses, his eyes widened uncontrollably, and he asked angrily, "Are you following me?"

Song Moran didn't mean to answer his question, but said to himself, "Don't you like it? I thought you liked it."

Lu Cheng was trembling with anger, and his teeth even smelled of rust due to the force. He opened his mouth and asked, "Did you hear what I just asked?"

"Is this important?" Song Moran looked at him and asked, as if he didn't quite understand why he was serious about such a trivial matter.

Seeing the bright red in the corner of his eyes, Lu Cheng couldn't control his emotional changes for a while, and couldn't bear it, he raised his hand and hit him.

He exhausted all his strength, and Song Moran didn't even realize that he would do such a thing. Under such a stack of factors, the bouquet of flowers was thrown onto the snow without any defense.

The warm red is dotted on the endless white, like a beautiful photo, but Lu Cheng and Song Moran didn't appreciate the meaning of it all. They looked at each other with the same expression, and even the whole space changed. I got depressed, and the increasingly bitter wind seemed to be foretelling something.