"Hello, welcome." Although it was late at night, the front desk service staff in the company lobby were still energetic and received with a smile on their faces.

"Hello, we'll find Kim Minshuo composer. There's an appointment in advance." Taeyeon's assistant raised her glasses, put away the arrogance that the ** employee had always been, and asked politely.

Taeyeon, who was wearing sunglasses behind her assistant, looked calmly, and the receptionist smiled even more: "I'm sorry, I can't find the record here, please wait a moment, I'll call to contact me."

"Okay, please." The assistant retreated to Taeyeon and said a little sourly: "Is this Kim Minshuo composer very famous? He dares to let us wait."

"Don't talk too much." Taeyeon frowned and scolded, "Our "You Want" was written by someone." As she said that, she looked up at the headquarters with a completely different style of style from **.

Speaking of which, the relationship between the two companies is really long. At that time, Sun Kyu's father Lee Soo-young was a subsidiary of SM. After the bankruptcy and reconstruction, Lee Eun-kyuk took power, and he was just a simple cooperative and competitive relationship with SM.

Although the two companies will not break up with each other due to Li Xiuman's face, there are indeed many open and secret struggles in private.

Therefore, this is the first time Taeyeon has arrived in five years of reconstruction.

"Okay, two, please go up. Kim Minshuoxi is waiting for you in the studio on the fifth floor." Hang up the phone and the receptionist asked politely.

Thanking him, Taeyeon and her assistant entered the elevator and arrived at the fifth floor.

It was already very late, and there was no one in the corridor, which looked a little gloomy. From a distance, Taeyeon was really relieved to see a little light coming from the door of the office.

After knocking on the door gently, Kim Minshuo's cold voice came out: "Please come in."

In silence, Taeyeon pushed open the door and the assistant followed behind him and walked in.

Kim Minshuo was sitting in front of the workbench, turning his pen in vain, only dazzling people. Looking at Taeyeon following his assistant, his brow frowned instinctively.

"Taeyeon, isn't this krysta1's assistant? When did you become a composer?" The assistant had seen Kim Minshuo before and asked in a low voice with a raised eyebrows.

After blinking, Taeyeon turned around and whispered: "You go to the next house first to wait. I have something to talk about with this composer nim."

"Taeyon..." His expression was very embarrassing. **'s assistant has never been just an assistant, but more of a surveillance work, especially such sensitive behaviors in other companies.

"Huh?" Taeyeon's face darkened and she snorted, looking like an eight-year-old senior.

"Okay, I understand." The assistant couldn't resist this person, so he gave in. He glanced at Kim Minshuo and withdrew from the studio.

"You said you're already looking at the things you asked for helping me change the song," Taeyeon asked, slowly approaching the workbench, staring at the equipment that she couldn't understand but felt very powerful: "How is it now?"

"You're coming very quickly." Jin Minshuo put down the pen in his hand, crossed his hands, touched his fingertips, and looked at the woman in front of him with complicated eyes: "Do you value that song so much?"

"I said that song was given to me by someone who is very important to me!" Taeyeon looked at Kim Minshuo's eyes with a little anger, and was dissatisfied with the disdain he showed: "Please don't joke about this!"

He shrugged and pulled out the marked one from under his stack of music scores.

"Since you said that this song was given to you by someone who is very important to you," his eyes were very thoughtful: "I think it would be better for you to participate in the lyrics and composition. If you sing it at that time, it will not be more meaningful?"

Taeyeon's eyes lit up, and then the moment of light went out: "But, I can't compose music."

"It doesn't matter, even if it's just a word, a sentence, or a short melody, it's fine." Kim Min-shuo advised: "You don't want this song, there's no effort."

"So, come on." Taeyeon bit her lip and agreed: "What should I do?"

On the paper that Kim Minshuo pulled out, he had already sorted out the lyrics and music scores of "I" written before, and took out another piece of white paper. He pulled Taeyeon and sat down.

"First, the person who wrote this song must be your loyal fans," Kim Minshuo analyzed: "Sky that sprinkles the sun, the child under the sky, these two sentences clearly refer to you, Taeyeon."

"Well," Taeyeon nodded slightly: "That person is indeed my most loyal fan."

"Then this sentence, flying like a butterfly, what do you think?" This is equivalent to Kim Minshuo's casual work he had written before.

"Isn't it better to be like a butterfly, like a dream?" Taeyeon also thought about the words carefully: "The words of a butterfly can be placed behind it as a metaphor."

"I think so too," Kim Minshuo agreed: "The concept of butterfly can be strengthened a little more. After all, your signature is a butterfly signature, which means it is even more special to fans."

"And it's just right to connect with the next sentence," Jin Minshuo clicked the music score on the desktop: "My heart redefines the dream that I once forgotten."

"If you define it," Taeyeon pouted and shook her head, her eyes lit up suddenly: "Don't I like painting? Can you say that I will re-describe it?"

"... Very good." Kim Minshuo was silent for a moment, and clapped his hands in encouragement: "Congratulations, you already understand the introductory skills of writing lyrics."

"Collection of the time that has been passed and re-savored it, and the small memories will wake me up one by one..." Taeyeon carefully considered the lyrics word by word. Kim Minshuo finally had time and looked at her quietly.

There was a little sadness left in his eyes, and he tried not to recall the scene of Taeyeon and Bian Baekhyun driving away again. Kim Minshuo smiled calmly.

When you like it, you treat it as a treasure. When you really give up, you also find that it is not as difficult as you think to take off your meal.

When dealing with Taeyeon, a favorite she once loved for many years, Kim Minshuo's attitude is now very peaceful.

"Why, look at me like this?" Taeyeon finally noticed Kim Minshuo's gaze and couldn't help but ask with a magnificent voice.

"Hmm?" Shaking his head, Kim Minshuo recovered his energy and still smiled.

"It's nothing, I'm just stunned." As he said this, looking at the cute expression on Taeyeon's face, Kim Minshuo said to himself in Chinese: "Just think I am the youth of the past, say goodbye forever."

"This song is also the last gift I give to you." Taeyeon looked down at the music score, muttering to herself, not paying attention to Kim Minshuo's words at all.

There was another knock on the door outside the door. Before Kim Minshuo could speak, Sun-gyu pushed open the door and walked in.
Chapter completed!