Chapter 14: I want to see you in the old place (4)
Ling Momo gently opened the door and saw Li Qingshen standing quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. There was an exquisite small teapot on the coffee table not far away. The teacup beside it was steaming with the aroma of tea.
Come slowly.www
Li Qingshen wore a beige shirt and stood with his back to her, with a casual and elegant posture. The sun was shining brightly outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the sky was blue and the clouds were white, the mountains were high and the trees were green, like a beautiful picture.
However, this scene looked a little familiar to Ling Momo.
In my mind, I couldn't help but associate the person in front of me with Enson. Enson also stood with his back to her. The floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of the "Palace" showed the bustling night view of City X.
Ling Momo couldn't help but frown. Before she could think deeply, Li Qingshen had already turned her head, disturbing the quiet beauty and causing a storm of surprise.[
It's that kind of stunning, neither seductive nor arrogant, neither sharp nor ostentatious, but it can make people concentrate and hold their breath for an instant, as if everything in front of them will turn into nothingness if they are not careful.
The man's eyes are deep, his nose is straight, his facial lines are perfect, and depth and mystery coexist.
Even though Ling Momo had faced this face many times, she still couldn't help but lose consciousness.
"It's very early today." Li Qingshen said with a hollow tone.
"Yes." Ling Momo nodded obediently like a primary school student, walked respectfully in front of Li Qingshen, and stood obediently: "I have nothing to do today, so I came a little early."
Li Qingshen picked up the teacup on the table and drank it all in one gulp. Ling Momo immediately bent over, filled Li Qingshen with tea, held it to him with both hands, and said with a bright smile, "Teacher, what should I do today?"
Li Qingshen stared at the pair of white hands in front of her, her eyes flickered slightly, she moved stiffly, took the tea cup, held it in her hand, and said in an indifferent tone, "Have you finished copying Mozart's Serenade a hundred times?"
Ling Momo immediately pouted and shook her head with a look of disgust on her face.
"Then continue." Li Qingshen frowned.
Ling Momo's expression became more and more aggrieved. She stood there, pouting, as if she wanted to ejaculate. However, in the end, she still drooped her shoulders, turned around obediently, walked to the desk beside her, and sat there.
, took out a pen and paper, sat down obediently, with a very standard sitting posture, like a primary school student, holding a pen, and copying the music score that had been memorized stroke by stroke.
In fact, Ling Momo really had some feelings in her heart. Enson sent Li Qingshen to be her teacher. She was originally very happy, but Li Qingshen asked her to copy the scores of various famous songs every day.
Mozart Chopin Beethoven.
Other than that, he never taught her anything.
Ling Momo just thought about it, but never dared to do it. She also hated herself for being weak in the face of Li Qingshen. Logically speaking, she didn't owe him anything.
Moreover, they are slightly related.
Of course, this relationship is not related by blood at all.
It's just that Li Qingshen's grandmother married her great-grandfather, so legally, she had to call him uncle.
They had met before, when she was eight years old, which was the day her great-grandfather married Grandma Li Qingshen.
We met again six years later, when she was fourteen years old. Li Qingshen came back from abroad. On New Year's Eve, he had a meal and gave her his first gift.[
