When Ling Momo returned to the music room, Li Qingshen had already woken up and was reading the lyrics she had just rewrited.

Ling Momo stood beside Li Qingshen with breathing in his arms, slightly nervous, but also somewhat expectant.

However, after watching for a long time, Li Qingshen picked up a pen, and only stroked a sentence, saying: "The whole lyrics, except for this sentence, are not nutritious!"

Ling Momo's fingers trembled, and suddenly she had the urge to strangle Li Qingshen to death.

No nutrition?

This has reached the limit of her performance. The most talented time in her life was the piece of paper he held.

The lyrics she wrote so hard that in his eyes, only three words worthy of being unnutrition?

Ling Momo regrets the glass of water he just poured downstairs.

Li Qingshen gently threw the lyrics to Ling Momo.

Ling Momo reached out to take it, and she saw Li Qingshen looking at her. Even though she was full of dissatisfaction with Li Qingshen inside and out at this moment, she still quickly turned into a humble smile: "Teacher, I will continue to work hard."

Li Qingshen sat gracefully on the sofa, nodding proudly. Under the lights in the house, the man's expression was a little unreal.

Ling Momo didn't say anything anymore, holding the lyrics he wrote, turned around and was about to walk away, suddenly thinking of the cup of warm water he had just brought. He immediately stopped, bent over and opened the medicine bag next to him, and prepared the pills one by one according to the records written by the nurse on the paper, and then handed them to Li Qingshen: "Teacher, you have to take medicine."

Li Qingshen stared at the medicine in Ling Momo's palm, his eyes slightly darkened. He raised his eyes and looked at Ling Momo for two seconds, then took it quietly, pinched it in his palm and nodded perfunctorily, looking impatient: "I understand, go write the lyrics."

Ling Momo didn't dare to refuse, so he nodded obediently, turned around and walked away.

Li Qingshen looked at Ling Momo's back, looked down at the medicine in his palm, and a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes.

From childhood to adulthood, what he hates the most is taking medicine.

He watched the medicine struggle for a few seconds, and finally threw all the pills into the trash can not far away while Ling Momo was not paying attention.

Ling Momo sat in front of the piano, looked up at Li Qingshen, and happened to find that the man was drinking water with a glass of water. She just thought he was taking medicine, so she lowered her head, continued to smoke a piece of paper, stared at the music score, and continued to rack her brains to think about the lyrics.

The more she thought about it, the more she became more and more explosive. In the end, her whole thoughts became confused. She was really uninspired and wrote and painted on the paper with her pen.

Suddenly, she looked up accidentally and saw Li Qingshen standing up from the tea table at some point and walking towards her.

She looked down at the paper in front of her, which was smeared by her, including Enson, a shameless human figure, and the ugly Li Qingshen she painted...

She was so scared that her hands shook, and hurriedly grabbed the paper into a ball and hid it in her pocket.

Li Qingshen happened to stand beside her, looking at the blank white paper in front of her with his eyes hanging down.

Ling Momo nervously squeezed the paper in her pocket a little firmer, thinking that if he dared to let her take it out, she would swallow it in front of him.

The music room was very quiet, and Ling Momo occasionally peeked at Li Qingshen.

Just when she thought that Li Qingshen would get angry because she was unable to write the lyrics for a long time, Li Qingshen suddenly raised his eyelids and looked at her: "What is the theme of this song?"

Ling Momo was a little surprised at his sudden good temper, he was stunned for a moment, and replied: "Secret Love."

Li Qingshen looked into her eyes: "What does it feel?"

When Ling Momo heard this, he blinked his eyes and couldn't react to his meaning for a moment.

Li Qingshen waited for two seconds and said in more detail with helpless look: "Have you ever had a crush? If you have a crush, just look for the feeling of your crush."

Ling Momo suddenly realized.

But the next second, she was a little worried.

She has never had a crush on her... What does it feel like to have a crush on her?

Li Qingshen didn't know what the girl was thinking. He stared at her for a while and suddenly asked again: "Do you know why you have to fill in the lyrics of this song yourself?"

Ling Momo shook his head.

Li Qingshen's eyes gradually became darker. He stared at Ling Momo for a long time, his eyes flashed and darkened: "I made my ten-year secret love into this song. No one can really understand this feeling, so the lyrics must be written with your secret love. Only in this way can you truly grasp the essence of this song and sing the most perfect and touching song."

Ling Momo opened her eyes wide.

Ten years of secret love turned into this song?

She looked at Li Qingshen and couldn't help but feel a little confused.

She knew that he had given up everything abroad for a girl and came back, and he told her in person that he regretted it was too late. She always thought that he could not catch up with the girl, but she never thought that it turned out to be a secret love.

And I also had a crush on that girl for ten years.

Ten years... A person's life has only been a few decades, but he actually had a crush on someone for ten years...

"The lyrics of yours are beautiful, but they are very empty and soulless." Li Qingshen looked at the girl's blank expression and sighed slightly, thinking that she still didn't understand what he meant, and continued, "If you have ever had a crush on it, then just reminisce about that feeling and write your heart out."

Hearing Li Qingshen's words, Ling Momo came back from the shock. She looked at Li Qingshen in front of her and felt that he was obviously the person she was very familiar with, but she felt that he was very strange at this moment.

She felt like she had never really understood him.

She looked at him without saying anything, Li Qingshen did not dodge, and looked at her with his eyes hanging down.

Four eyes are connected.

The two of them looked at each other quietly, and neither spoke.

After a while, Li Qingshen suddenly stood up straight, raised his wrist, looked at his watch, and said softly: "It's getting late, let's take a break early."

Immediately, without waiting for Ling Momo to answer, he stood up and left the music room.

Ling Momo sat in front of the piano for a while before standing up. Before leaving the music room every day, she would habitually clean it. There was only half a bucket of garbage in the trash can. When she bent over to carry the trash bag, she saw a few small white pills inside.
Chapter completed!