When Ling Momo arrived, Li Qingshen was lying obliquely on the sofa in the third floor music room and was sleeping, his face a little pale.

Ling Momo stretched out his hand and gently poked Li Qingshen's forehead. It was a little hot. She bit her lower lip and was hesitating whether to call the doctor, but Li Qingshen suddenly opened her eyes.

The man's eyes were particularly deep, and he stared at Ling Momo directly, which scared Ling Momo's fingers trembled, and his fingertips gently stroked the man's forehead.

Li Qingshen frowned slightly.

Ling Momo quickly retracted his fingers and took two steps back with embarrassment.

Li Qingshen lowered his eyelids, and his eyes fell on the white hands that had just stroked his forehead, and his eyes became a little warm.

The music room was quiet.

Ling Momo bit her lower lip, quickly took out the bag of medicine the nurse gave her from her bag, and handed it to Li Qingshen with both hands: "Teacher, I went to the hospital, but when I arrived, the teacher happened to be discharged from the hospital. When I met the nurse, he asked me to bring the medicine back to take it with you."

Li Qingshen stared at the bag of medicine, frowned slightly, then nodded, turned his head quietly, pulled a stack of paper from the table, and handed it to Ling Momo.

Ling Momo took it respectfully with both hands and took a curious look. The music score was neatly written.

These music scores all look like new songs. Li Qingshen gave her these, it wouldn't be...

She raised her head suspiciously and looked at Li Qingshen.

Li Qingshen seemed to understand what she was thinking and said casually: "This is the style I have chosen for you and some songs I have made, so you can take a look at it."

After a pause, Li Qingshen said again: "If you don't know anything, you can come and ask me anytime."

It was indeed the same as her guess, it was the new album he prepared for her...

Ling Momo held the music scores in his hand and asked again: "Teacher, are you all these songs made?"

Li Qingshen stared at Ling Momo and nodded.

Ling Momo opened her mouth, a little unbelievable.

Li Qingshen saw the surprise in the girl's eyes and couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips. After a while, he maintained a calm calmness on his face, and said emotionally: "There are no lyrics on these songs, you try to write lyrics by yourself. There are some songs that have not been made, but I have written down the specific style and meaning for you. You can try it yourself. After doing it, you can give it to me and I will make adjustments for you."

"Compose lyrics? Compose?" Ling Momo blinked, looking like he thought he had heard it wrong.

She doesn’t know how to write lyrics and compose music, but she may not be able to do her best, and it is her first album. What if it gets screwed up?

"Is there a problem?" Li Qingshen looked at Ling Momo, asked in an understatement, and continued: "Every singer must try to compose and write lyrics by himself, so that others can see your talent. If you blindly write and fill in the songs and lyrics for you, it is equivalent to a vase singer, which cannot last forever."

Ling Momo was said without any words by Li Qingshen. Although she was under a lot of pressure, she could only do it obediently. She secretly encouraged herself and said, "Teacher, I understand."

Li Qingshen nodded and said nothing.

Ling Momo held the music score he gave her, bent over slightly, turned around, and walked towards the piano beside her.

Li Qingshen looked at Ling Momo's back, hesitated for a moment, and said, "You don't need too much pressure, just let you try and take your time."

"Yes." Ling Momo didn't expect Li Qingshen to comfort her. She was stunned for a while. After a long time, she said, "Teacher, I will work hard!"

She spoke very firmly, just like a primary school student.

Li Qingshen didn't say anything, lowered his eyelids to cover the smile that flashed through his eyes.

Ling Momo walked to the piano, sat down, and carefully read the music score. The more she looked at her, the more excited she felt.

The new album Li Qingshen gave her has ten songs, the main one, the theme is "Secret Love".

It is also the main song promoted on Valentine's Day in the Chinese Valentine's Day.

The Chinese Valentine's Day is a festival for couples, and there are many kinds of love, most of which are songs that render love, but I forget the most beautiful and eternal theme melody in love: secret love.

Maybe some people have never been in a relationship, but absolutely everyone has had a crush on it, so this time I choose to have a crush on the melody.

The creativity is really good, but she couldn't help but wonder why Li Qingshen chose to have a crush on her?

No matter what Li Qingshen’s original intention was to make this song, he has to admit that he is really talented. He has done this song with a crush on it and is the kind of song that is easy to empathize.

Ling Momo felt it silently in her heart, and while praising the myth, it was indeed a myth, she began to worry. Li Qingshen asked her to fill in the lyrics of this song. How should she fill in it?

Ling Momo sat in front of the piano, racked her brains for a long time, smeared and smeared on the paper many times, and wrote many lyrics. On the way, Li Qingshen came to her once. After reading it, he frowned, threw away the sentence "rewrite" with disgust, and turned around and walked away.

Ling Momo became more and more depressed, and finally lay on the piano, with big eyes open and staring at the music score.

Li Qingshen's serious illness was not cured and his physical strength was a little exhausted. He leaned against the sofa and fell asleep obliquely.

Ling Momo bit the pen and smeared it on the paper. I don’t know how long it took, but the sky outside had already darkened, so Ling Momo wrote another lyrics.
Chapter completed!