Ling Momo replied with a smile and then there was no movement.

Li Qingshen looked at the chat records of the two people, his eyes softened little by little. In just a few short sentences, he repeatedly looked at Ling Momo's WeChat avatar several times, then stretched out his fingers and pointed at Ling Momo's WeChat avatar. He enlarged it and found that it was her own photo. He stuck out his tongue and made a face. His eyes were wide open, dark and clean. He looked a little confused. He rubbed his fingers on the screen of the phone for a long time before he put the phone in his pocket, took the car key, and walked out of the office.

…

Ling Momo put aside some bad impressions of Li Qingshen, she was actually full of expectations for the fact that myth took on her personally.

However, her expectation lasted less than twenty-four hours and was completely wiped out by the following training.

Because within one month, Se will select the key singers, so Li Qingshen arranged Ling Momo's training time very tightly. In addition to the rest time on Sunday, Ling Momo felt that he was getting up early and going to bed late was comparable to that of this college entrance examination candidate.

Li Qingshen set a time for her to get up at five o'clock every morning, run along the mountain road for half an hour, then stand in the woods and sing for an hour in a bel canto, and then go back to the villa to have breakfast. After breakfast, it is a series of piano lessons, music scores, and pronunciation exercises.

Li Qingshen did not have the habit of hiring a nanny. The breakfast was prepared by Ling Momo. Fortunately, at noon, Li Qingshen was a bit human and asked people to bring food. Generally, it was a dance and body shape class.

Although she is a singer, she still needs to develop in many aspects, especially in terms of body shape. Therefore, Ling Momo's three meals a day were strictly controlled by Li Qingshen. Under the basis of balanced nutrition, she is absolutely not allowed to eat anything with high fat content. In order to protect her throat, let alone spicy food, she is not allowed to eat something slightly irritating or too salty.

Li Qingshen left some time for Ling Momo to move freely in the evening, but she would let her listen to some songs before going to bed.

On the first day, although Ling Momo felt that the time was arranged and there was no chance to breathe, she could still accept it overall, at most she felt that Li Qingshen was really strict.

But the next day, Li Qingshen didn't know what was going on, so he suddenly took a different route.

First of all, she still pulled her to run in the morning. After half an hour, Li Qingshen's face was not blushing or breathing, while Ling Momo was about to die, bent over, covered her chest, and whispered for a long time.

After practicing the perfect sound, after breakfast, Li Qingshen directly brought Ling Momo to the piano.

Ling Momo picked up the piano score and wanted to continue playing the score yesterday, but Li Qingshen pulled a scarf from the side and waved to her.

Ling Momo walked over with confusion: "Teacher, what's wrong?"

Li Qingshen raised his chin slightly and "turned around."

Ling Momo didn't know what Li Qingshen meant, so he obediently followed his instructions.

As soon as she stood with her back to him, he covered the scarf in his hand in front of her and tied a knot behind her head.

Ling Momo opened her eyes and it was pitch black in front of her. She couldn't help but ask suspiciously: "Teacher, why are you doing to cover my eyes?"

Li Qingshen didn't answer her words, walked to the piano and sat down, then said lightly: "Listen."

As his words fell, the room was quiet for two seconds, and then several coherent and pleasant notes flowed out from his fingertips.

A very short piece of music, Ling Momo could hear it was played out improvised by Li Qingshen.

After he finished playing, he continued to play twice. After three times in total, he walked to Ling Momomo, untied the scarf on her head, and pointed to the piano: "Remember how much the music I just played to you."

Ling Momo blinked and stood there without moving.

He improvised a piece of music, and actually made her play it down after listening blindly?

Did he think she was Jay Chou? Can you tell how a certain instrument is played in a mixed piece of music with your ears?

Li Qingshen picked up the water cup beside him, took a sip slowly, and found that no sound came. He turned to look over. Seeing that she was still standing there, he slowly frowned: "What's wrong?"

Ling Momo shook his head, "No, it's okay."

Li Qingshen glanced at the piano: "What are you doing while standing there?"

Ling Momo walked to the piano and sat down while scattering the memories left in her head.

She looked at the black and white buttons in front of her and raised her hand several times, but she couldn't fall down.

Li Qingshen frowned.

Ling Momo noticed his move and wailed secretly in his heart. Without thinking, what he said next must be not a good word.

Ling Momo closed her eyes and waited for a while, and found that the expected cold words had not come. She raised her head in surprise and happened to see Li Qingshen gently put the teacup in her hand on the table and walked towards her.

He doesn't want to say anything, he wants to do it?

While Ling Momo was thinking about what he was going to do, Li Qingshen's voice suddenly came from her: "Close your eyes."

"Ah?" Ling Momo raised her head and looked at Li Qingshen, and closed her eyes quickly the next second.

The next second, Li Qingshen suddenly bent over and hugged her in his arms.

Ling Momo's whole body trembled and he didn't dare to move at all.

The unique elegant fragrance of the man's body penetrated into her breath from all directions. His hands walked around her shoulders and played the music he had just played on the piano again.

In Ling Momo's impression, this was the first time she got so close to him. She couldn't tell whether she was nervous or uncomfortable, her mind was blank, and she had no idea what Li Qingshen had played.

Li Qingshen stopped, still put his hand on the piano, and asked in a low voice: "Did you hear it clearly?"

His voice was very faint, gently swept over her beginnings and fell into her ears, with a sense of strangeness that she could not describe.

Ling Momo's body was as stiff as a stone, and even the words he said were very stiff: "I heard it clearly."

Although she didn't hear anything, one of the first rules for a good student is to pretend to know even if she doesn't know, and even if she doesn't understand, she has to pretend to understand.

"Then play." Li Qingshen seemed very satisfied with Ling Momo's answer, stood up slightly, walked to the side, leaned obliquely beside the piano, with elegant posture, staring at Ling Momo, waiting for her actions.

Ling Momo: "..."
Chapter completed!