Li Qingshen did not live in Li's house. Perhaps because of Xijing, he bought a villa on the hillside of the Huaijiangcheng Scenic Area.

It is the villa area with the best scenery in Huaijiang City. The building in Li Qingshen is built on the highest point, so it is naturally the most expensive.

Of course, the view is also the best. Standing in front of the villa window, you can see the sparkling green lake. The scenery is beautiful and the air is good enough. It can be said to be a paradise on earth.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when Ling Momo arrived at the villa.

The villa door was not locked. Out of politeness, she stood at the door and rang the doorbell twice. Seeing that no one paid attention to her, she pushed the door open and walked in.

The garden was full of flowers and butterflies were fluttering. The door of the villa was open. Ling Momo stood at the door and shouted in it: "Is anyone?"

The response to her was quiet.

Without getting the owner's approval, Ling Momo didn't dare to go in.

Standing at the door, she could see the decoration in the villa at a glance, which was a very simple gray, white and black style. There was no decoration on the walls. Most of them were floor-to-ceiling windows, bright and spacious, and the background was a natural scenic spot outside the window.

She waited for a while, raised her voice and asked again: "Is anyone there?"

“…”

Just as she was thinking about whether to shout again, the phone in her pocket suddenly shook.

It was a text message from a strange number: Go directly to the music room on the third floor.

Ling Momo looked up at the third floor of the villa and replied: Are you my little uncle?

The text message was replied quickly, with cold and concise content, just one word: Yes.

Looking at this reply, Ling Momo curled her lips, put away her phone, and stepped into the villa.

I haven't seen her for so long, but her uncle is still the same as he is as frugal as gold and cold as gold.

Ling Momo didn't dare to look around, so he followed the stairs to the third floor.

The music room is easy to find, because the third floor has been opened and there is only one large room.

Standing in front of the door, she knocked on the door.

Two seconds later, a very light voice came from the room: "Please come in."

Ling Momo gently pushed open the door and first poked her head in. She saw her little uncle Li Qingshen at a glance.

He wore a beige shirt and stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. There was a delicate small teapot on the tea table beside him. The tea cup beside him was emitting a lingering heat, and the fragrance of tea slowly floated.

His back was straight and his slender back was casual and elegant.

The sun was bright outside the floor-to-ceiling window, with blue sky and white clouds and tall mountains and green trees, like an exquisite painting.

Somehow, Ling Momo looked at the picture in front of him and felt a sense of familiarity.

Her brain uncontrollably linked the person in front of her with Enson.

That day in the palace, Enson stood outside the floor-to-ceiling window with his back to her, but outside the window was the bustling night view of Huaijiang City.

Ling Momo frowned. Before she could think deeply, Li Qingshen had already turned around.

His actions disturbed the quiet scenery and caused a stormy waves.

That kind of stunning, neither charming nor magnificent, nor sharp or ostentatious, can make people concentrate in an instant, as if by accident, everything in front of them will turn into nothingness.

The man has straight noses, perfect face lines, and deep eyes and mystery coexist.

Even though Ling Momo had seen this face many times, she still couldn't help but lose her mind.

Li Qingshen spoke indifferently: "Long time no see."

Ling Momo came back to her senses, nodded obediently like a primary school student, walked into the music room respectfully, and stood obediently: "Long time no see, uncle."

Uncle...

The familiar name made Li Qingshen frown, and there was vague displeasure that passed through his eyes.

He didn't say anything, pulled a chair and sat at the table, picked up the teacup on the table, and slowly tasted it.

Ling Momo has known Li Qingshen for a long time. Her grandmother is the housekeeper of Li Qingshen's family. Li Qingshen's mother called her grandmother and sister, so that although she was six or seven years younger than Li Qingshen, she was forced to be one senior shorter.

In her impression, Li Qingshen was not the kind of person who was easy to come into contact with. She was unstable and moody. When she was a child, she was used to his appearance of ignoring people or looking ugly when she looked, and she didn't think anything was wrong.

She was worried about his intention to release the theme song for Director Wang Yi’s new film, and she had some requests, so she followed her a lot of trouble. Seeing that his teacup was empty, she immediately bent over and poured him tea: "Little uncle, aren’t you abroad? Why did you come back suddenly?"

Li Qingshen was still silent just like he didn't hear her words.

Ling Momo didn't feel embarrassed, and continued with a smile: "Uncle, are you actually a famous myth?"

Li Qingshen picked up the tea cup and drank tea silently.

Ling Momo diligently continued to pour him a cup of tea and held it in front of him with both hands: "Little uncle, do you know that myth is my idol."

Li Qingshen stared at the white little hands in front of him, his eyes flashed slightly, he moved his body stiffly, took the teacup, held it in his hand, and his voice was indifferent and indifferent: "Don't call me uncle in the future."

"Ah?" Ling Momo subconsciously wanted to ask why. After thinking about it, she thought that from now on, Li Qingshen wanted to teach her music. For her, she was both a master and a teacher. She suddenly realized and said "ah" again: "Yes, Master."

Li Qingshen frowned even harder.

Does he don't like this title?

Ling Momo quietly weighed it in her heart for a while: "I'd better call you teacher, the master feels a bit outdated."

Li Qingshen's face looked even worse.

Ling Momo is not very brave to speak now.

After a moment of quiet in the room, Li Qingshen put down the teacup and said lightly: "Today's course is to copy Mozart's serenade a hundred times."

Ling Momo opened her eyes wide, "One hundred times?"

Li Qingshen nodded slightly.

Ling Momo blinked, looking incredible.

Are you sure you are teaching her vocal music, not punishing her?

Seeing that she didn't move, Li Qingshen lifted her eyelids: "What? Do you have any objections?"

Ling Momo shook his head.

Li Qingshen raised his chin slightly at the table not far away: "Then go."

"..." Ling Momo was entangled for two seconds: "Teacher, can you copy less..."
Chapter completed!