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"It's okay, mainly because I haven't sung for a long time during this time." After saying that, Xia Qingqing secretly glanced at Qingchi.

It had been so long, but she still didn't know what Qingchi thought of her.

Wang Yuechi saw everything in his eyes. Although he didn't understand music, he could feel from the lyrics that Xia Qingqing had a good impression of Qingchi and couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

"Qingchi..." Xia Qingqing mustered up her courage, raised her head, looked at Qingchi, and hesitated to speak.

Qingchi paused for a while before asking: "What do you want to say?"

Hearing what Qingchi said, Xia Qingqing blushed and whispered: "I...I want to write a song recently, can you teach me?"

Hearing this, Qingchi was stunned for a moment. He stared at Xia Qingqing in confusion and asked, "Writing a song?"

Xia Qingqing nodded shyly.

Qingchi thought for a moment, then whispered: "If you really want to write songs, I can teach you!"

Xia Qingqing almost jumped up with joy when she heard that Qingchi was willing to teach her songwriting skills.

"Great, thank you, Qingchi!" Xia Qingqing was extremely happy.

Qingchi smiled slightly and said lightly: "Then let's get started!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and then Xia Qingqing seemed to have opened up a chatterbox, chattering non-stop.

Qingchi sat next to him and listened carefully, occasionally chiming in. Xia Qingqing was talking very happily, and Qingchi was also very fascinated. Unknowingly, both of them forgot about their surroundings and the disturbances in the outside world, as if only the other existed. .

After a long time, Xia Qingqing finally said she was tired.

Qingchi smiled gently, handed Xia Qingqing a bottle of mineral water, and said, "Drink some water, take a rest, and then continue."

"Yeah!" Xia Qingqing took the mineral water, took a sip, put it on the table, picked up the pen again, and prepared to continue writing.

Speaking of which, they accidentally discovered that Qingchi could write lyrics.

After all, Qingchi’s musicality is really good.

Qingchi's voice is very unique, as clear and beautiful as playing the guqin, which is unforgettable.

He is good at creating notes. Whenever Qingchi's hands touch the keys, it will always bring a pleasant melody.Qingchi composes songs very quickly. It only takes a few seconds, maybe hundreds or thousands of words to complete a song, and this continues for many years.

Qingchi can write poetry because he likes poetry.

After looking at the time, Wang Yuechi forcibly interrupted them. It was getting late and it was time to go back and rest early. After all, he had been abroad for the past few days and it was time to adjust his biological clock after returning.

Qingchi suggested: "I'll take you back to the hotel!"

Xia Qingqing exclaimed, a blush on her pretty face.

Qingchi looked at Xia Qingqing: "What's wrong?"

Xia Qingqing smiled coquettishly: "It's nothing." After saying that, Xia Qingqing stood up and said, "Let's go."

Qingchi smiled and left with Xia Qingqing.

As night fell, the cold wind blew, and Xia Qingqing wore few clothes. In addition, it was a bit cool at night, so she couldn't help but shrink down and hug her arms tightly.

When Qingchi saw Xia Qingqing shivering, he couldn't help but smile: "Let me take off my coat for you." After saying that, Qingchi wanted to take off his coat.

"No." Xia Qingqing hurriedly refused.

Qingchi frowned slightly and said displeasedly: "Aren't you cold?"

Xia Qingqing bit her lip and whispered: "I'm afraid you'll be cold..."

Hearing this, Qingchi felt warm in his heart.

This girl is actually quite kind, but she is introverted and not good at expressing herself, and she is also easily shy.

Wang Yuechi and Lizhi walked far behind the two of them, watching them walking in front of them, there was an ambiguous atmosphere between the two.

Wang Yuechi was also happy for the two of them. After all, they were really good together.

Lychee looked at them and suddenly sighed quietly, with complicated eyes.

Back in the hotel room, Wang Yuechi took a shower and lay on the bed to sleep, thinking about what he would do when he went back tomorrow.

Suddenly remembering that tomorrow is his grandfather's birthday, Wang Yuechi quickly got up from the bed.

My grandfather, Mr. Wang, is a famous calligrapher and painter in China. He once served as the president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association and is well-known around the world.

Wang Yuechi jumped out of bed, cleaned up briefly, and ran towards where Mr. Wang lived.

As soon as he opened the door, Wang Yuechi saw a white-haired old man standing by the window with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance.

Wang Yuechi walked in and said respectfully: "Grandpa!"

Mr. Wang turned around, showed a kind face, and said with a smile: "Grandson, I heard from the housekeeper that you are back today?"

"Yes!" Wang Yuechi agreed, walked to Mr. Wang and asked, "Grandpa, how are you doing recently?"

Mr. Wang smiled and said: "It's nothing serious, what about you?"

"Well, it's nothing. I just spent a few days abroad and participated in a competition."

Mr. Wang smiled and patted Wang Yuechi on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "If you have time after returning to China, please spend more time with me, old man. Your mother's physical condition has become worse and worse recently, and your father is busy with work. We are the only ones at home. A lonely old man, quite lonely."

Wang Yuechi was slightly silent and said: "Don't worry, grandpa, I will come to accompany you when I am free."

"Haha, okay, you brat is pretty good." Mr. Wang smiled heartily, and then said with a straight face: "You are already a grown man, why aren't you married yet?"

Wang Yuechi said helplessly: "Grandpa, are you in a hurry?"

"Not urgent?" Mr. Wang's eyes widened and he yelled angrily: "Why are you not urgent? You are already 26 years old. If you delay any longer, you will become an old bachelor. I don't care, get me a wife quickly. I still want to wait. You’re holding your great-grandson!”

Wang Yuechi was speechless.

Wang Yuechi did not dare to refute Mr. Wang, so he could only nodded and agreed.

Seeing Wang Yuechi's compromise, Mr. Wang said with satisfaction: "Okay, then this matter has been decided. You go and pick a suitable girl for me tomorrow!"

Wang Yuechi nodded: "Yes!"

"Ouch!" Mr. Wang suddenly shouted and held his forehead: "My head hurts..."

Wang Yuechi stepped forward quickly and asked with concern: "What's going on?"

"I don't know..." Mr. Wang covered his head and frowned, "I suddenly got a headache..."

Wang Yuechi quickly helped the old man sit down on the chair, put his hand on Mr. Wang's chest, and absorbed a surge of spiritual power.

Spiritual energy surged into Mr. Wang's body. Mr. Wang groaned in pain and seemed to feel a lot more comfortable.

After a while, Mr. Wang raised his head and asked, "What did you just do to me? Why do you suddenly feel so much better?"

"It's nothing. I just helped you clear your blood circulation..."

Wang Yuechi's voice paused for a moment, and then continued: "Grandpa, your mental state has not been stable recently. It is better to ask a professional doctor to check your body."