"That, I don't know what you call it?" Bo Huan broke the silence with a loud voice.

"My surname is Song, Song Nanzhou. Song Nanzhou said in a casual tone.

It turned out that the surname was Song.

Nan Liu's pillow is life-like, listening to the rain, listening to the wind and listening to the rules.

It's also in line with his temperament.

"Okay, Mr. Song, do you drink tea? I'm not bad at making tea, and it's not bad to have a few cans of tea in the interview room. Or do you prefer coffee?" Bo Huan suggested.

"Miss Bo is polite, your director should be coming soon. Song Nanzhou politely refused.

"......" Bo Huan was silent.

It's not possible to communicate amicably.

As he spoke, the office door was pushed open.

It was a woman in professional attire who entered. Although time has left some marks on her face, she still exudes an air of intellectual ability all over her body.

"Director. Bo Huan seemed to see a savior, and immediately stood up from the chair.

"Teacher Song, why did you get here?" Fu Xi asked.

"I heard that I was cooperating with Miss Bo, and I had a one-sided relationship, so I visited my partner in advance. Song Nanzhou explained generously.

"Teacher?" is he actually a teacher? Bo Huan looked at Song Nanzhou in disbelief.

"Originally, the guest was Professor Yang, but Professor Yang was temporarily on a business trip, so Mr. Song came over for a day. Don't look at Mr. Song's youth, Mr. Song is very popular with students in the Academy of Fine Arts, and many students are rushing to attend his classes. Fu Xi said with a smile.

Bo Huan smiled stupidly and did not say anything.

It is true that she thinks he is a very gentle person, but she never expected him to be a teacher. But I feel that such a gentle and amiable image, probably only a teacher can meet him.

Fu Xi nodded, and then said, "Then go to my office first." ”

in the office.

Bo Huan brought two cups of coffee from the pantry and put them in front of Song Nanzhou and Fu Xi respectively.

"Did you bring it?" Fu Xi took the coffee.

"Brought it. Bo Huan hurriedly took out two plans from his bag and handed them to her.

Fu Xi took the plan, and after reading it carefully, he handed the plan to Song Nanzhou, "Teacher Song, this is the plan, there is the process content in it, you can take a look at it, and the rest of Xiaobo will help you." ”

"Then you guys watch first, I'll go to the recording studio and see you later. Without giving Bo Huan a chance to react, Fu Xi finished speaking, picked up a folder from the desk, and walked out with coffee.

In the office, there were two more people left.

Bo Huan didn't say a word, and stood aside a little embarrassed.

And Song Nanzhou held the plan in his hand and watched it seriously.

For Song Nanzhou, he is not enthusiastic about this kind of work, but Professor Yang has something to do temporarily, and he can only be regarded as being ordered in danger.

The plan is a handwritten version of Bo Huan's habitual use.

In Bo Huan's words: Without handwritten planning, there is no soul. In fact, it's just that when she writes, she habitually scribbles and changes, and it's really inconvenient to use a computer.

The plain small characters are also very in line with Bo Huan's temperament, they are all small, but they are clear and clear.

"Why do you want to do this?" Song Nanzhou suddenly raised his head and met Bo Huan's gaze.

"Huh?" the sudden question made Bo Huan stunned for a moment.

Then she began to explain, "Well, once when I went to volunteer in the mountains, I found that the children there are not only innocent and lively, but also have a lot of imagination, and there are a few children who are very talented in art, and they can draw a tree branch on the ground very vividly. Therefore, I would like to use this program to arouse the concern of all walks of life for children in mountainous areas. ”

As he spoke, Bo Huan lowered his eyes and lowered his voice: "It's good to have dreams, but you also need someone to support you." After all, the feeling of dreams not being supported is really not good. ”

Song Nanzhou propped himself on the sofa with one hand and tilted his head to look at her.

He didn't expect that a seemingly petite body would contain such thoughts.

"Then what is your dream?" Song Nanzhou asked.

Being asked so abruptly, Bo Huan was stunned for a moment, thought about it and said seriously: "The family is safe, self-reliant, and carefree." ”

"What an ordinary dream. Song Nanzhou commented on it.

“……”

People really can't just look at their appearance, they obviously look gentle and amiable, but they talk like knives.

Bo Huan held her breath in her chest, but she couldn't say anything, so she could only stare at him with slightly angry eyes.

The two lines of sight met in the air. One has blazing eyes, and the other is leisurely and indifferent.

After a moment, Bo Huan retracted his gaze and twisted his head to the side, "If you're okay, let's go to the recording studio." ”