Chapter 213

V Bo blew up when he saw the list of songwriters and singers.

[am I right?! lyrics: sun an, music: sun an, singing: Zhen Yi... Is it a duplicate name?!]

[doesn't sun an always write songs for TV dramas? Isn't Zhen Tianwang holding a national concert tour these days?!]

[director Yan, don't scare me! So many big guys?!]

[no wonder sun an's song is so beautiful! The crew of gone with the wind is really rich!]

[money + 1]

[money + 10086]

[money + ID number]

……

"This picture is amazing!" the girl looked at the background on TV. "The crew has money and doesn't explain."

"You waited so many days for this TV play?" the woman asked the girl on the sofa, "it looks good!"

……

The man's slender hand held the brush, and the tip of the brush "brushed -" on the drawing board.

The girl who is familiar with the original works stares at the TV and instantly knows that this is Gu Jingchen, the once-in-a-thousand-year prodigal painter Gu Jingchen.

The camera shows a man sitting on the side of the street. The uninhibited character and casual posture make people very curious about that face.

"You have the ability to show your face!" the girl stared at the handsome figure, which was deliberately tempting!

First hands, then half body, face?! Where's the face?!

At the next moment, the camera finally showed a man's face. The man tilted his head slightly, raised an evil smile on his lips, and looked into his eyes on the drawing board, but it was very clear.

"Ouch ouch!" Gu Jingchen was so handsome!

Holding her flushed face, the girl remembered that her mother was still nearby, coughed twice, restrained her flower crazy expression and watched TV seriously.

"Beautiful lady, do you need me to draw a picture for you?" the man's voice is lazy and elegant, and the standard western gentleman's ceremony has a reserved atmosphere.

"Ow, ow ~" Gu Jingchen's voice was so loud! The original party is satisfied. This is Gu Jingchen in her mind. Oh, it's so explosive!

Gu Jingchen held the brush in his hand, and his clear eyes looked at Xiao Lan. The brush in his hand was like spirituality. The woman in the painting glittered with publicized self-confidence, which was very beautiful.

The woman looked at the picture in the lens with her pupils slightly dilated. The crew was really rich. I don't know who made the picture. There were few people who could draw character, and the price of a picture was even more amazing.

"The dark night gives you black eyes, but you use it to look for light!" the girl couldn't help reading this poem. The light in the black eyes is even more, "it's a feeling poem."

The girl doesn't quite understand the connotation of this poem. She just feels that the poem reads with great feeling and artistic conception, but the woman next to her is different. Her eyes that can understand the meaning are excited: "good poem, good poem! It's written very well!"

The girl turned her head and looked at the woman next to her. This was the first time she saw her mother so excited about watching a TV play. Although she thought the poem was very good, she could not understand her mother's excitement or feel the exciting power in the poem.

The girl didn't care about these details. She turned her head and continued to look at gone with the wind. She clearly knew the plot, but when she saw the mysterious and elegant painter leave, she couldn't help but have an inexplicable feeling for the man.

This mysterious, unruly prodigal son is so handsome, you have wood?!