Goddess, she's gone

Chapter 157 He wants to engrave his name on the music monument

Yin Qingxuan's hand holding Zhang Ke was steady.

He was smiling, and there was no trace of haze in his long, narrow and deep eyes.

The behavior between the two was even a bit intimacy, as if they were father and son.

Empress Yin lazily leaned against the sofa, raised her legs lazily, her long and narrow eyes flaunted a playful look.

Should she say, does her father have a big heart?
When a normal person encounters this, he will definitely not give the teacher a good face.

Just these two, it's as if nothing happened.Very calm.

I'm afraid there is something tricky...

Zhang Ke accidentally met the girl's smiling black eyes.

Inexplicably, he actually had the feeling that he was seen through by this girl.

He glanced at Yin Mang in a little surprise.

The girl was sitting lazily, her posture was extremely loose, and she looked like she had lost her bones.

Bisheng, even if she sits like this, she won't give people a feeling of neglect.

Instead, she should be like this.

There is a natural equanimity.

Su Mufeng stood up and walked to Zhang Ke's side, as if he wanted to go with him.

Zhang Ke couldn't see any emotions in his old eyes, and waved his hand casually: "Xiaofeng, I haven't had the Longjing tea you brewed for a long time."

"After so many years, the Longjing you brewed is the most authentic, and I like it the most."

"The teacher likes it, I'll make another cup for you."

Su Mufeng's eyes moved, knowing that the teacher might not be willing to take him up there, so he turned around tactfully and went to the kitchen.

"Mangmang, take a good look at your brother."

Yin Qingxuan gave some instructions before supporting Zhang Ke, and the two went to the study on the second floor.

Zhang Kezai carefully looked at the music that Yin Qingxuan had written in the past two years, and his eyes could not stop showing admiration and amazement.

He hummed the tune along the music score, immersed in the music, and it took a long time before he slowly pulled out.

With a long sigh: "Back then, I thought your musical talent was amazing, and you were an excellent material."

"I didn't expect that you are more talented than I imagined!" Zhang Ke said in a warm voice: "In these years, you have been at the bottom of the quagmire, not only have you not been completely suppressed, but you have been able to swim upstream like Beethoven To make such an astonishing piece of music.”

"Back then, I was at your age..." Zhang Ke slowly put down the score: "It's definitely not as good as you are now."

"The teacher praised too much." Yin Qingxuan raised his eyebrows gently: "Compared with you, I am still far behind."

The two talked about the music score for a while, and Zhang Ke put forward his own suggestions on some minor problems in the middle.

Yin Qingxuan wrote down one by one.

The teacher and the student talked and laughed happily.

Zhang Ke: "Qingxuan, do you still want to stay in the music circle?"

"This lawsuit is over, you want to debut again?"

Yin Qingxuan pinched the center of his eyebrows, and he bent down to pour a cup of hot water for Zhang Ke.

Curly smoke rose, covering his eyebrows.

There was a bit of inexplicable sadness on the man's elegant face: "I haven't decided yet."

"Then think about it again."

Looking at his embarrassed face, Zhang Ke also sighed: "I want to go down in the music circle, it's really not good for you..."

"If not, you can give up for now."

"You know, the teacher can't help you."

Yin Qingxuan smiled lightly, but his laughter was stubborn like wind: "Teacher, I will never give up."

Even if he can't get on stage again.

He also wants to engrave his name on the monument of musicians.

(End of this chapter)