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Qiu Rong smiled as she rolled up a few pages of the script. She raised her hand and gently nodded at Song Qinghuan's head as she began to explain the plot.

"When you looked at the male models, there was a smile in your eyes. When they were discussing you, you had already turned around and returned to the music room."

"Alright, I'll remember that."

Qiu Rong nodded and said, "Sure, let's redo the scene where you walked over from the boulevard."

She was very strict with her work.

As Song Qinghuan was going to shoot the film, Xu Ningzhou, who was drinking water, stretched his arm and asked, "You know him?"

Xu Ningzhou narrowed his eyes as he looked at Song Qinghuan, who was in the camera not far away.

Compared to Song Qinghuan, who was like a black rose with thorns at the banquet, Song Qinghuan was a girl who specialized in the quiet of the piano. Compared to Song Qinghuan, who was like a black rose with thorns at the banquet, Song Qinghuan was a girl who specialized in the quiet of the piano.

Xu Ningzhou cast a sidelong glance at Yan.

He leaned towards the young master on the chair and raised his chin towards Song Qinghuan, "When the two of you were looking at each other just now, there was a sparkle."

Xu Ningzhou raised his head and gulped down a mouthful of ice-cold lemonade before saying, "Song Qinghuan, we've met once before."

"Tsk, another one with the surname Song" said with a slightly unhappy tone, "Although she can see a little more than the previous few vases, if she can't express what I want later, I'll fry her up."

Xu Ningzhou shrugged, then suddenly smiled. With a tone full of admiration and certainty, he said, "Don't worry. She'll give you a pleasant surprise."

He looked at Xu Ningzhou with a face full of fear. Even he suspected that his brother's soul had been pierced through. Xu Ningzhou, ah!

He actually knows how to praise people?

After Song Qinghuan's personal camera shot ended, she once again entered the male role model team's camera.

The scene was starring Xiang Yan and his good friend falling in love with the female lead at first sight on the male football field. The number of boys and girls watching outside the field were proportional, accompanied by intense applause and whistling sounds.

Song Qinghuan was a beautiful scenery. It was as if there was a gentle wind that blew over this hot summer day.

After this scene, not only was the male role model team on the field sweating, but Song Qinghuan couldn't even hold on. It was too hot, luckily she had no makeup on her face.

This video had already been filmed before Song Qinghuan joined the group. However, the previous female stars were all dismissed due to a variety of reasons.

The scene was of Song Qinghuan practicing alone in the zither room, secretly watching the scene while Yan and the other male models were lying on the windowsill.

The scene was very beautiful. The song Song Qinghuan wanted to play was the score of "Love Letter". Song Qinghuan was very familiar with this song, she could play it even if she closed her eyes.

So in the filming, from the beginning with a critical attitude towards her, to the end with the whole person addicted to the story of the song.

There were very few people who could resonate with him. In the front, there was a female lead, who was born from music, but when she played, she couldn't play the music like Xiang Yan.

He was willful to the young master and did not care about the later stages or even the later stages. In any case, he had the money to be willful!

And when Song Qinghuan played it, she even hummed a tune from "Love Letter". Qiu Rong told her that this part was for her true self, and Song Qinghuan was indeed for her true self.

Xu Ningzhou looked at the young girl sitting in front of the piano. It was hard to believe that such a person could be the same person as the Green Tea Bitch that Song Shuyao had spoken of.

The wind blew against the curtain of the zither room. The sun was warm and the years were peaceful.

"You can sing this song?" Xiang Yan was very surprised. He hadn't released his song yet, but Song Qinghuan was able to sing it out with her eyes closed. The way she looked at Yan Xiao was no longer picky. Instead, there was a hint of admiration in her eyes.

"Crack!" Director Qiu, who had been interrupted, nodded and said to Yan, "Don't cause trouble. Take a rest first."

He touched the tip of his nose awkwardly and remembered that he was still in the middle of filming. Song Qinghuan was not annoyed by the interruption and instead raised her head to look at him with a smile and said, "Auntie Qiu gave me the score yesterday. I'll remember it after a few practice sessions."

"What do you think of the song?" she asked, as she jumped in from the window and approached the piano.

"A crush." Song Qinghuan's fingertip was still on the zither, "It makes my heart ache."

Her hands were white and slender, her nails were neat and tidy with a bit of crimson. Compared to those girls who had painted colorful nail polish, Yan felt that her hands suited him very well.

An undelivered love letter, an unspoken confession, the tender love of youth with a sour, sweet and bitter.

The last scene of the music video was about a breeze blowing through the room. There was no longer any laughing teenagers by the empty window ledge, and the pure white piano was quietly parked in its original position. The young girl with a gentle smile on her face was no longer sitting on the piano stool.

On the keyboard was a love letter that had not been given out yet.

After the filming ended, it was unknown when Xi Ze came to give Song Qinghuan a big surprise. Xi Ze did not come empty-handed, but he even brought a dessert for the crew. He came as a friend of Song Qinghuan, so no one knew that this handsome young man was the director's son.

"Why are you here?" Song Qinghuan stood up from the zither stool and saw Xi Ze, who was smiling and waving at her from outside the stage.

"Passing by here, I came to pick you up."

As Xi Ze spoke, he naturally stood by Song Qinghuan's side and followed her out. Before leaving, he shot a glance at the nearby Xu Ningzhou and Xiang Yan with a complicated expression.

Xu Ningzhou's gaze left Song Qinghuan's back. He looked as if he was in a daze and kicked him, "Are you leaving or not?"

"Let's go!" He raised his arm towards the young master and hooked Xu Ningzhou. He also hadn't expected that Xu Ningzhou would actually take the initiative to ask to be the guest of his MV. At this moment, he was feeling a little happy, unable to find a solution.