All the way upstairs, I came to the gym. As soon as I entered the door, I saw several large and small cardboard boxes piled next to the fitness equipment in the gym, with her white koala pillow on top.
This is her thing?!
She was taken aback, and hurriedly walked over. She saw words like "clothes", "CD", "book"... written carefully with a fluorescent pen on the side of the cardboard box. They were obviously marking the contents of the box.
What is it.
God, he actually found someone to help her move all her things?
Luo Xiaoqian carefully opened the CD box placed on the top, and saw that various CD records were neatly stacked inside, and they were completely classified in the order she had placed them before.
After carefully confirming that none of the records she liked were missing, she breathed a sigh of relief, straightened up and hugged the koala.
"Xiaobai, we can be together again!"
Something suddenly occurred to her mind. She put the koala aside in a panic and carefully checked the box from beginning to end, but found nothing.
Her manuscripts, her years of hard work, are all gone!
Damn Leng Zimo, who asked him to take action on her own initiative!
He must have asked people from the moving company to do these things, and those people must have thrown away her manuscript as waste paper.
Angry and angry, Luo Xiaoqian turned around, went downstairs, and pushed open the door of the piano room.
"Leng Zimo, come out!"
Leng Zimo, who was sitting in front of the piano, stopped his fingers, turned his face and looked at her.
"Is something wrong?"
Catching his gaze, Luo Xiaoqian's arrogance suddenly dropped a few points.
"Who told you to touch my things? All my manuscripts are gone..."
I originally wanted to get angry, but in the end, all I felt was grievance.
So many years of hard work were all gone, and now she just wanted to cry without tears.
Leng Zimo raised his chin towards the piano, "Is this what you're talking about?"
Luo Xiaoqian moved her eyes and saw the thick stack of manuscripts on the piano stand. She immediately turned from sadness to joy, strode over, took the stack of manuscripts into her hands, and flipped through them several times to make sure that everything was there.
Then she hugged them tightly in her arms.
They are not lost, they are still there, great!
Leng Zimo raised his hand and tapped the music score in his hand with a pencil, "Don't you think you should say something to me?!"
Luo Xiaoqian was filled with joy when she found the music score, and immediately gave him a smile.
"Sorry, and thank you!"
Noticing that what he was holding was clearly her manuscript, she immediately changed her face again, "Who asked you to read it?"
"Me!" Leng Zimo frowned slightly, "This song is good, but the lyrics are too childish!"
That was written when she was sixteen, okay?!
"Give it back to me!" Luo Xiaoqian immediately stretched out her hand to take back the music score.
These are her secrets. Every piece of music is her thoughts. Letting others see it is like having a diary seen by others. What's more, Leng Zimo also wants to judge and comment on it. How can she accept it?
Leng Zimo raised his hand, and she caught it empty. She immediately stepped forward and grabbed it from his hand again.
Leng Zimo turned around and hid the manuscript behind his back. Luo Xiaoqian was anxious, so she rushed over without thinking and stretched out her hand to grab it. He had long arms, so there was no way she could grab it.
After several attempts to snatch it to no avail, she just gritted her teeth in anger, "Leng Zimo, don't go too far!"
Lowering his face and looking at her angrily pouted mouth, Leng Zimo said lazily, "If you want to hug me, just say so!"
