There was some lingering love in her eyes, but there was a lingering haze in her eyes.
When the kiss was full of passion, her eyes suddenly changed, love no longer existed, only hatred remained.
"Click"
With the sound of the punch board falling from the hands of the scene attendant, the filming of this scene ended.
"Awesome! Both of you are very dedicated in your performance." Wei Mo was very satisfied with their performance. He sincerely praised, "Especially Nan Ruo, your emotional performance in this period is very good, progressive. Very natural and smooth.”
Wei Mo has always been generous in praising performances that meet his expectations.
The two of them cooperated perfectly with each other. Even if Qu Xiaoran performed in person, the performance might not be as good as these two.
After watching the whole performance, Qu Xiaoran on the side joked: "They are indeed a real young couple, and the emotional scenes are executed well."
He even wanted to persuade Qin Shiyue to develop into the entertainment industry, otherwise it would be too much of a waste of his talents.
But he only dared to think about it in his heart.
After this scene, Song Nanruo's filming ended today. She wanted to leave directly, but suddenly she received a call from Qi Ming.
She was also a little surprised. She had been wanting to contact Qi Ming these days, but she didn't have any free time. She never thought that she would be contacted.
"Master, what's wrong?"
Qi Ming didn't talk about it. She said bluntly: "Ruo Ruo, I'm teaching students. If you have nothing to do, come and take a look."
Song Nanruo naturally agreed. After she expressed her intention to leave to Wei Mo, she left with Qin Shiyue.
Qin Shiyue drove her to the door of Qi Ming's studio and watched her enter the studio before slowly leaving.
It had been a long time since she had been to Qi Ming's studio. When she came here again, she felt that her mind was filled with thoughts. She looked at the paintings hanging on the wall one by one.
Looking into the inner room through the transparent glass on the door, you can see a roomful of students concentrating on painting.
Qi Ming had been waiting for her arrival for a long time. He saw her figure the moment she entered the studio. When he saw her stopping in front of the door, he couldn't wait to get up to greet her.
There are not many people in this world that Qi Ming can personally greet.
And it happened that Song Nanruo, as her precious disciple, was one of them.
"Ruo Ruo, you little heartless person, if my teacher hadn't asked you to come over, when would you have remembered to see me?"
Qi Ming walked outside the door, pretending to be dissatisfied.
If others saw Master Qi Ming's slightly aggrieved posture, they would be greatly surprised, but Song Nanruo had long been accustomed to his master's temperament.
She could only comfort her: "Master, I have been thinking about coming to see you these days, but you invited me over before I even opened my mouth. Is this a tacit understanding?"
"Only this little mouth can talk." Qi Ming naturally couldn't bear to really blame her, so he led her into the inner room, "Ruo Ruo, you can take a look at their paintings and give me some pointers."
The students in the inner room were all working on their own paintings. Qi Ming believed in her painting skills and gave her instructions with peace of mind.
Song Nanruo felt a little helpless. Seeing Qi Ming looking like she was taking a break, she couldn't say any words of rejection, so she had no choice but to comply with her master's instructions.
She walked off the podium and walked in the inner room, her eyes constantly passing over each student's drawing board to look at their paintings.
From time to time, he would stop in front of students whose paintings were slightly flawed to give instructions.
"The connection between your landscape and the landscape here is slightly inappropriate. Although you painted according to the convention, there are some minor problems with the overall artistic conception of your painting. Please try it again."
The student had an epiphany after hearing her instructions.
While she was painting, she always felt that there was something wrong with the painting, but she still didn't understand what the problem was. After receiving this guidance, she finally understood.
But Song Nanruo did not stop. After giving a few more instructions based on her painting skills and the strength of her brush strokes, she slowly walked to the next student's drawing board.
After seeing the student's paintings, she felt a little more appreciative in her eyes, but she still had some guidance: "Your paintings also need to pay attention to the sharpness of the brush and the placement of details in the details."
After hearing the guidance, this classmate was not as grateful to Song Nanruo as others. He pressed the brush in his hand back to its original position, his words full of dissatisfaction.
"Who are you, and what qualifications do you have to guide me in painting?"
What Yueshan meant was that she was not worthy of giving guidance.
Song Nanruo raised her eyebrows slightly and turned around to look at her master.
Qi Ming couldn't just sit idly by, so she stood up and walked forward, as if she had already guessed that this would happen.
She didn't say much, she just set up a brand new drawing board with a brand new piece of white paper on it. After she finished arranging all this, she said to Song Nanruo: "Ruo Ruo, come and make one for them." Let’s teach on site.”
Song Nanruo agreed. She picked up her paintbrush and sat in the center of the inner room. The students around her quickly gathered around her. The one closest to her was Yue Shan, who had just spoken rudely.
He wanted to see with his own eyes what this woman could draw.
However, as Song Nanruo's painting brushes rose and fell, her paintings gradually improved and gained charm, and Yue Shan's face gradually became stiff.
After the entire painting was completed, Yue Shan's face was completely unfazed, and all the students were even more convinced.
Song Nanruo's painting skills were indeed far superior to theirs, and he had reached a level where he could guide them.
After the instruction, it was time for lunch break.
Qi Ming gave the students a day off, and then took Song Nanruo to have lunch.
The two were seated in the restaurant.
"Master, your students have good painting skills." Song Nanruo praised as he recalled the paintings he had just seen.
Hearing this, Qi Ming smiled clearly, "You mean Yue Shan, right?"
She knew Yue Shan's talent was extremely good.
Song Nanruo nodded and said bluntly: "I can see that he is very talented in painting. If he can cultivate it, I'm afraid his future achievements will not be lower than mine."
She could see from Yue Shan's paintings that his painting talent was definitely no worse than hers, and she had no idea who would be better in the future.
However, Qi Ming sighed softly, with a bit of sadness on his brows.
"He's just too talented and his eyes are higher than his head." She couldn't deal with it for a while. "He's very self-sufficient and can't listen to other people's guidance and advice, but he hasn't made any progress."
There was sadness in her words. Yue Shan's current mentality is shared by many geniuses, but most geniuses often fall because of this mentality.
They draw a wall and stubbornly trap themselves in the word "talent" and refuse to move forward even half a step.
(End of chapter)