After dinner, Li Qingshen went upstairs. Ling Momo washed the dishes, sat in the living room, turned on the TV casually, and rummaged through the channels.
From time to time, bursts of music came from upstairs. Ling Momo tilted her head and listened, as if she was making up a new song, changing it over and over again.
Presumably, this new song is the theme song for director Wang Yi's new film.
Ling Momo lay on the sofa and listened for a long time. Until the sound ended, she supported her chin with her hands and tilted her head to think for a while. Then she stood up, walked into the kitchen, boiled water, and found black tea.
I made a cup, then held it in both hands and went upstairs.
The door to Li Qingshen's bedroom is ajar.
Ling Momo cautiously poked her head and looked inside through the crack in the door. She found the man standing in front of the table, lowering his head slightly, holding a photo frame in his hand, looking very attentively.
His eyelashes were very long and drooped slightly, his eyebrows were quiet, and there was a touch of warmth on his face.
Ling Momo couldn't help but be a little stunned. This aloof iceberg man actually had such a lively and tender expression.
Who could be in the photo frame?
How could he look so focused?
Just when Ling Momo was curious and thoughtful, Li Qingshen had already sensed someone outside the door, and suddenly turned his head with a frown.
His hair was a little messy, and when he turned his head, he looked extremely beautiful, and his gaze was directed towards Ling Momo with a bit of coldness.
Ling Momo shrank her neck, quickly recovered, smiled softly at Li Qingshen, opened the door, and walked in with hot tea.
When Li Qingshen saw that it was Ling Momo, his expression softened slightly and he placed the photo frame in his hand on the table.
Ling Momo put the hot tea on the table and saw a lot of crumpled paper balls scattered on the ground. Ling Momo bent down, picked up one and opened it. There was a music score on it. Ling Momo looked at it carefully.
Yes, you can tell that this is the piece of music he modified just now.
Ling Momo hummed softly, then turned her head and looked at Li Qingshen and asked, "Is this your new song? I heard that it will be the theme song for Wang Yi's new movie."
Li Qingshen held the tea and hummed expressionlessly without saying much.
Ling Momo rolled her eyes, then walked to Li Qingshen's side and blinked at him, "Then have you decided who to sing?"
Li Qingshen raised his eyelids this time and glanced at Ling Momo. The light in his eyes was a bit searching. Ling Momo smiled back. Li Qingshen's voice was still without warmth: "No."
Ling Momo was secretly happy. Fortunately, there was no one to choose, so she bit her lower lip and whispered again: "Then do you think I am suitable?"
Li Qingshen didn't even look at Ling Momo, and said bluntly: "It's not appropriate."
The corners of Ling Momo's lips twitched without trace. Teacher, wouldn't you hesitate before answering? This is very shocking, okay?
Ling Momo still had a smile on her face, a pure and lovely smile, and she deliberately put on an innocent look of seeking knowledge and learning: "Teacher, do you think I'm not good enough? I can correct it!"
Li Qingshen frowned and said calmly: "Everything is not good."
Ling Momo pouted, she was not good enough anywhere?
Ling Momo could clearly hear the rejection in Li Qingshen's words, but she still didn't give up. She rolled her eyes and chose the flattery tactic, "Teacher, you are so powerful, you can definitely train me well, right?
"After dinner, Li Qingshen went upstairs. Ling Momo washed the dishes, sat in the living room, turned on the TV casually, and rummaged through the channels.
From time to time, bursts of music came from upstairs. Ling Momo tilted her head and listened, as if she was making up a new song, changing it over and over again.
Presumably, this new song is the theme song for director Wang Yi's new film.
Ling Momo lay on the sofa and listened for a long time. Until the sound ended, she supported her chin with her hands and tilted her head to think for a while. Then she stood up, walked into the kitchen, boiled water, and found black tea.
I made a cup, then held it in both hands and went upstairs.
The door to Li Qingshen's bedroom is ajar.
Ling Momo cautiously poked her head and looked inside through the crack in the door. She found the man standing in front of the table, lowering his head slightly, holding a photo frame in his hand, looking very attentively.
His eyelashes were very long and drooped slightly, his eyebrows were quiet, and there was a touch of warmth on his face.
Ling Momo couldn't help but be a little stunned. This aloof iceberg man actually had such a lively and tender expression.
Who could be in the photo frame?
How could he look so focused?
Just when Ling Momo was curious and thoughtful, Li Qingshen had already sensed someone outside the door, and suddenly turned his head with a frown.
His hair was a little messy, and when he turned his head, he looked extremely beautiful, and his gaze was directed towards Ling Momo with a bit of coldness.
Ling Momo shrank her neck, quickly recovered, smiled softly at Li Qingshen, opened the door, and walked in with hot tea.
When Li Qingshen saw that it was Ling Momo, his expression softened slightly and he placed the photo frame in his hand on the table.
Ling Momo put the hot tea on the table and saw a lot of crumpled paper balls scattered on the ground. Ling Momo bent down, picked up one and opened it. There was a music score on it. Ling Momo looked at it carefully.
Yes, you can tell that this is the piece of music he modified just now.
Ling Momo hummed softly, then turned her head and looked at Li Qingshen and asked, "Is this your new song? I heard that it will be the theme song for Wang Yi's new movie."
Li Qingshen held the tea and hummed expressionlessly without saying much.
Ling Momo rolled her eyes, then walked to Li Qingshen's side and blinked at him, "Then have you decided who to sing?"
Li Qingshen raised his eyelids this time and glanced at Ling Momo. The light in his eyes was a bit searching. Ling Momo smiled back. Li Qingshen's voice was still without warmth: "No."
Ling Momo was secretly happy. Fortunately, there was no one to choose, so she bit her lower lip and whispered again: "Then do you think I am suitable?"
Li Qingshen didn't even look at Ling Momo, and said bluntly: "It's not appropriate."
The corners of Ling Momo's lips twitched without trace. Teacher, wouldn't you hesitate before answering? This is very shocking, okay?
Ling Momo still had a smile on her face, a pure and lovely smile, and she deliberately put on an innocent look of seeking knowledge and learning: "Teacher, do you think I'm not good enough? I can correct it!"
Li Qingshen frowned and said calmly: "Everything is not good."
Ling Momo pouted, she was not good enough anywhere?
Ling Momo could clearly hear the rejection in Li Qingshen's words, but she still didn't give up. She rolled her eyes and chose the flattery tactic, "Teacher, you are so powerful, you can definitely train me well, right?
