Shining Stars: First Producer

The two of them don't know each other, so it's just a reminder out of kindness. For more, it's not worth it.

The man clearly divided everything in his heart, although he was attracted by Su Xiaoyue's facial features, but this kind of intention was not enough for him to accompany him in the rain.

She didn't know that she had already been secretly compared by others, and Su Xiaoyue didn't react until the cold raindrops hit his hands.

The sky was leaden gray, and it was almost connected with the distant horizon. The fine raindrops connected into rain lines, and puddles were quickly smashed on the dry ground.

"It's raining," Su Xiaoyue said in a daze, she stretched out her hand to catch the rain at a loss, as if she didn't react at all and moved to the side to hide.

"Why did it suddenly rain?" Lu Cheng blinked in a daze, looked at the rain curtain outside and asked, "Obviously the weather was fine at the beginning."

"Come and sit," Song Moran didn't intend to observe the changes in the weather outside at all. He sat there quietly, reached out and knocked on the table, and shouted expressionlessly.

After Lu Cheng heard his voice, he ran over immediately, looking obediently in a row.

"Aren't you curious at all?" Lu Cheng sat there obediently. She looked up at Song Moran's calm expression, blinked her eyes in doubt, and asked, "I've never Been through weather that changes so quickly."

Song Moran looked at her unconsciously with a somewhat dazed gaze. He, who has a lot of experience, didn't understand what was so strange about it. After all, idealistic things would not happen in a materialistic society.

But despite thinking this way in his heart, what Song Moran said was completely different.

He put his hands together on the table, looked at Lu Cheng seriously, frowned and thought for a while, and said, "Maybe it's because I have experienced such a thing before."

Lu Cheng puffed her cheeks, not quite believing what he said, "This kind of explanation is not fun at all," she complained.

"Do you want to listen to something fun?" Song Moran asked, his eyebrows furrowed tightly.

"Yeah!" Lu Cheng nodded vigorously without hesitation, looking at his bright eyes, which seemed to contain countless stars, extremely sparkling, "Don't you think the sound of rain outside sounds very dizzy?" Do you want to sleep? But since we are outside now, we can only settle for the next best thing."

Lu Cheng was very serious when he spoke, but his tone couldn't help showing a bit of excitement.

Song Moran looked at her with strange eyes, and a bad thought quickly flashed through his mind, "Rainy days and horror stories are more suitable."

"I haven't heard many stories," Song Moran coughed lightly, and said solemnly, "But if you want to hear it, I can."

Lu Cheng's words just now were nothing more than indifferent complaints, and he didn't want any response from Song Moran. Hearing this, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Of course!" Lu Cheng responded hastily, thinking about this unexpected joy in her heart, with a surprised expression on her face, "I'm looking forward to it!"

Under her scorching gaze, even if she was as calm as Song Moran, she couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. She reached out and tapped the table lightly, the veins on the back of her hand were slightly bulging, with a sexy taste.

Lu Cheng's gaze was involuntarily attracted by his fingers, his eyes were infatuated.

Without noticing where his eyes fell, Song Moran quickly conceived the outline of the story he was going to tell in his mind, and at the same time, the organizer who was dual-purpose was going to say what he was about to say.

The sky outside was getting darker and darker, even though the lights in the store were already on, it still looked a bit dim, not to mention the corners that were not illuminated by the lights, it was pitch black.

"A long time ago, on the same rainy day..." Song Moran deliberately lowered his voice and said, the originally mellow voice was accompanied by friction sounds like bubbles, making the words in his mouth even more weird.

Lu Cheng listened with great interest at first, but as the story progressed, she soon noticed something was wrong, her eyes trembled twice nervously, and even her eyelashes trembled slightly, falling to the bottom of her eyes The blue shadow below is constantly changing its shape.

"Can I interrupt?" As the story gradually developed to the climax, Lu Cheng finally interrupted Song Moran involuntarily. She clearly knew that such behavior was impolite, and quickly explained, "I I know it's rude, but I really want to know what kind of story this is? Can you tell me?"

A smile flashed across Song Moran's eyes, and he stretched out his big palm, crossed the table, and finally landed on top of Lu Cheng's head.

He gently smoothed her hair, and could feel Lu Cheng's inadvertently revealing dependence on him.

"Suspense," Song Moran sat up straight, and replied solemnly, "After all, the current society does not seem to allow ghosts to appear."

"Huh," upon hearing Song Moran's answer, Lu Cheng couldn't help exhaling softly, but before his heart soared to the ground, he heard the addition behind him, and his whole body froze. "You mean...? Don't you have to tell nonsense stories without this rule?"

Lu Cheng didn't want to hear that name coming out of her own mouth. She shook her fingers quickly on her chest twice before finding another substitute. She stared angrily at Song Moran, as if he couldn't give herself a satisfactory answer. If he answered, he would be punished unexpectedly.

Song Moran shook his head solemnly, looking at Lu Cheng with a serious expression.

"Of course not," Song Moran replied blankly, looking at Lu Cheng's expression very sincerely.

Lu Cheng looked at him half-believingly, she wanted to believe what Song Moran said, but his intuition told her that all of this was false, and this completely different idea kept playing in his mind If there is a fight, then he has no way to truly determine his true inner thoughts.

Song Moran didn't take this into his heart at all at first, but as Lu Cheng's silence continued to prolong, he couldn't help feeling a little more uncomfortable.

Carefully glanced at Lu Cheng who looked serious and seemed to be thinking about something, Song Moran coughed lightly, and asked casually, "What are you thinking? Why is your expression so serious?"

Lu Cheng regained consciousness from the dispute in a trance, that is, unconsciously staring at Song Moran's face in a daze, combined with his unchanged expression, people couldn't help but feel a little creepy.

"Are you angry?" Song Moran hesitated for a moment, and asked, the small movements of his hands never stopped, making people able to clearly feel the instability in his heart.