What should I do if I am critically ill at the beginning and divorced by my little diva?

Looking at the lit screen, Xiao Han took out the USB flash drive from his pocket.

After plugging it in, start typing on the keyboard.

Looking at Xiao Han who was staring intently at the screen, Lin Qingluo and Minister Geng, who were waiting anxiously next to them, slowly relaxed.

At this time, the crackling sound of the keyboard was so pleasant to their ears.

Xiao Han imported the arrangement into his mobile phone and started printing the score.

With a swishing sound, paper kept coming out of the printer.

"Okay, this is my new work."

Unplugging the USB flash drive, Xiao Han turned around with the music score.

He took out one and handed it to Minister Geng.

Here, seeing Xiao Han finished, Lin Qingluo and Minister Geng quickly stood up and came forward.

Taking the music score handed over by Xiao Han, Minister Geng immediately began to read it.

"bright?"

Looking at the title of the song, Minister Geng's heart moved.

The name is pretty good, but I don’t know what the content is like.

As a non-professional, all he can understand is the lyrics.

After pausing for a moment, he continued to look down.

Looking at the lyrics on the paper, Minister Geng's eyes became brighter and brighter, especially when he saw the dramatic narration in the middle.

His hands couldn't help but tremble.

This is, this is~

He raised his head and looked at Xiao Han in surprise.

He really couldn't understand how a young man like Xiao Han could write such vicissitudes of life and such open-minded words.

This is a portrayal of the life of a man over fifty!

Sighing in his heart, he retracted his surprised gaze and looked at the lyrics in front of him again.

I quickly read through it roughly.

Lin Qingluo was anxiously about to step forward to ask for his opinion, but was held back by Xiao Han.

"Shh~ Sister Qingluo, wait a moment, don't disturb Minister Geng."

Xiao Han whispered in her ear.

Minister Geng opposite him had closed his eyes and was lost in thought.

Xiao Han knew the power of the few lines of poetry in it, and it seemed that Minister Geng had already been immersed in it.

At this time, Minister Geng's heart was turbulent and he could not calm down for a long time.

He admitted that he underestimated Xiao Han in front of him and did not expect that he would have such a broad mind.

Now is not the time to lament, the leaders are still waiting over there.

Minister Geng opened his eyes and looked at the score again.

This time, he wanted to look much more carefully.

As the lines of lyrics came into his mind, he frowned slightly.

This word seems to have other meanings.

Looking at the subdivided sections, a feeling slowly ignited in my heart.

Although the lyrics are obscure, they are clearly a true portrayal of a period of history.

Simple yet not simple.

So well written.

Thinking of the wonderful thing, Minister Geng suddenly raised his head, stepped forward and patted Xiao Han hard on the shoulder.

"Good boy, I learned a lesson from you today. These lyrics are so well written. Come on, let's go back now, don't keep the leaders waiting too long."

With that said, Minister Geng took Xiao Han and walked out.

Lin Qingluo, who was on the side, had already been dumbfounded, and swallowed back the questions that came to his throat before he could even leave his mouth.

No need to ask, just looking at Minister Geng's performance, she knew that Xiao Han was stable again this time.

Quickly follow the two of them.

"When the meeting is over later, you have to have a good talk with me. Those two sentences in your words are unfamiliar to me."

Minister Geng pulled Xiao Han forward and turned around with a smile.

"You don't have to wait until it's over, you'll find out soon."

After hearing Minister Geng's words, Xiao Han didn't know what he wanted to ask, so he smiled at him mysteriously.

Seeing that he had reached the door, Minister Geng put away his curiosity.

The three of them exhaled together, straightened their clothes, and then knocked on the door and entered.

"Director Zhao, we are back. Xiao Han's work is also ready."

Minister Geng stepped forward to report and moved Xiao Han behind him to the front.

"Are you ready? Then I have to take a good look."

Looking at the text in Xiao Han's hand, Director Zhao's eyes flashed, and he felt a little interested.

"Director Zhao, and other leaders, this is my new work, please review it and make corrections~"

With that said, Xiao Han stepped forward and handed over the music scores one by one.

Stand aside and wait quietly.

Waiting for comments from several leaders.

Beside him, Minister Geng nodded to him to reassure him.

Then he couldn't help but pick up the music score in his hand and began to chew carefully line by line. Pictures automatically appeared in his mind, magnificent.

On the opposite side, Director Zhao and the others had the same reaction as Minister Geng for the first time.

Looking at the title of the song, everyone nodded slightly.

This kind of positivity is the mainstream they like.

Not bad~ Director Zhao was even more satisfied with Xiao Han's senses.

With a smile, he looked down.

The wind rises from the sea and rushes to the land, taking away the sand.

This is~

Director Zhao tasted it slowly, but suddenly realized something in his heart.

Isn’t this the history of that year?

He looked up at Xiao Han in surprise, not expecting that he would write history into the lyrics.

This time he was more interested in the following content.

The four seasons alternate, and the fresh life withers.

Is this the period of humiliation?

Thinking of the tragic situation that year, Director Zhao couldn't help but squeeze the music score in his hand tightly.

It's over, fortunately it's all over.

After exhaling, he concentrated on looking down.

Xiao Han, who was opposite him, was sweating in his heart.

Director Zhao's expression all fell into his eyes.

Seeing him frowning and groaning sometimes, Xiao Han's heart was also in a state of confusion.

I don’t know if leaders would like such a metaphor.

At this time, Director Zhao has already seen the next paragraph.

Wind and rain hit while running, matches brought light in the darkness, fate was unknown, and I didn’t know where the road ahead was.

Darkness, still darkness, this is the darkness before dawn.

Director Zhao clenched his fists and looked down.

He had seen enough humiliation and wanted to see the light.

Fortunately, the light came as expected.

Although the future is unknown, I still firmly believe that I will work hard with the smallest and most fearless strength.

Find a glimmer of life in the boundless darkness and illuminate yourself.

good~

Director Zhao couldn't help but cheer loudly in his heart, this is it, this is the light we want.

Exhaling, his brows slowly relaxed.

Continue to the lower half.

Looking at the opera recitation marked in the brackets, he raised his eyebrows and found that it was indeed there.

After listening to the song "Blue and White Porcelain", he already knew something about Xiao Han's ability.

This is the only one available at the moment.

I don’t know what kind of combination this time will bring.

Director Zhao looked intently.

'Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest,

I'll live my whole life in mist and rain

He couldn't help but read out loud.

"Good, good words."

The more I looked at him, the happier I became.

The finishing touch, this is the finishing touch.

With his mind agitated, he raised his head and looked at Xiao Han.

After reading it several times, he realized that something was wrong. The word might not be complete.

For a moment, I felt a little itchy in my heart, eager to know the complete words.

And Xiao Han, the original author, happens to be opposite.

"Xiao Xiao, you are dishonest. What you showed us is a semi-finished product. You should be beaten~"

"Do you think so?"

As he said that, Director Zhao looked around and couldn't help laughing.

At this time, the leaders had also seen the climax of the song, and the same thoughts came to their hearts.

They all looked at Xiao Han.

Wait for his explanation.