Chapter 922

Maurice was disappointed.

He hasn't had it for days.

I was looking forward to it last night.

"Why did you go to bed so late last night?"

"I'm writing the lyrics of the new drama," Yan Su yawned.

"Let me see," melucci stepped in.

Yan Su remembered the advice he had given yesterday, but he didn't hide it. After showing it to him, she went to brush her teeth and wash her face.

Maurice took a general look at the lyrics, and painted and changed them again and again. But I have to say that Yan Su is sensitive in music. Yesterday, she just asked her a few words at random, and she grasped the key point. Moreover, she was also very beautiful in terms of lyrics.

"What do you think?" Yan Su brushes her teeth and looks forward to sticking her head out of the bathroom. Her eyes are full of hope.

"If you want to compete with Ye Yunyang and Pei Wei with this, it's not good," he said.

Yan Su quickly vomited toothpaste and asked, "how do you know ye Yunyang and Pei Wei are my competitors?"

Molucci held the cup's hand to pause, after a few seconds, calmly replied, "yesterday went back and the film circle friends casually chatted, knew."

Yan Su suddenly, but also did not doubt, "that you think I where also bad point."

"Please me," molucci gave her a look.

“……”

Yan Su took a breath and reminded her, "you seem to be drinking my milk."

Drink the owner's milk, and then ask the owner of the house, what kind of people from the world.

"Well, I'm making milk for you and myself," replied Maurice, nodding his head.

"I really thank you," Yan Su gritted her teeth. If he hadn't picked her up last night, she would have driven him away with a broom.

"You're welcome," said Maurice with a smile in a good mood when she looked at her angry cheeks. "Well, for the sake of neighbors, I'll tell you, your words are too tangled with literature and art. Sometimes it's too artistic, and some people don't understand it."

"But Li Dao himself is a very artistic person. I have seen the lyrics of his previous theme songs..."

"It used to be, but in recent years his taste for music has changed," said Maurice, and his eyes brightened.

"Do you know director Li?" Yan Su's face was full of envy and admiration.

"It's strange that the circle is so big, but I won't give you the back door. This kind of thing depends on strength," said Maurice, turning and sipping milk.

"I didn't say I wanted to go backstage," Yan Su muttered, "but would you pit me?"

Molucci gas smile, "pit you have what good to me, love believe not."

He said no more to her and sat quietly at the table enjoying breakfast.

When Yan Su changed her clothes and came out, he had left.

There was a glass of her milk on the table, but it was a little bit long, and the taste was a little cold.

……

In the next few days, Yan Su devoted herself to the creation of Ci and music. Sometimes when Maurice passed the entrance of the music classroom, she would see a person sitting in the room at noon playing guitar and composing music.

Once passing by, Yan Su stopped him, "do you want to listen to me play and sing?"

"Want me to show you?" Molucci picked eyebrows to go in, moved a chair to sit opposite her, right leg overlapped on left leg, "play."

Yan Su closed her eyes and pretended not to see him pulling and arrogant, and plucked the guitar.

Out of the window, a ray of sunlight passed through the treetops and fell on her black hair and shoulders. Her head was drooping, her side face was white and weak, her eyelashes were thick and thin, her lips were wriggling, and her voice was singing from her throat, which was like the sounds of nature.

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