"It's a strong wind today, don't flash your tongue!"

"If I became a poem in seven steps, what if you took off your veil?" Qin Mo raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"If you can really do it, the little woman will take off her veil, but this poem must be seen and entered my heart, otherwise I will not count it!"

"What if you pretend to be deaf and stupid?"

"Although I, Zhao Manjun, is a woman, I understand what it means to be a word of the word!"

"Okay, then listen!"

Qin Mo whistled unrestrainedly, and Zhao Manjun felt even more disgusted. Li Qingzhao was too erratic.

Qin Mo took a step, "The wind hangs and the dust and the fragrance are gone, and I'm tired of combing my hair at night."

With just one sentence, Zhao Manjun's face showed a look of surprise.

Qin Mo stretched out his two fingers and took another step, "Things are different from people, everything is gone, tears flow first if you want to speak."

A good sentence: Things are different from people, everything is gone, and tears will flow first if you want to speak!

Zhao Manjun only felt sadness from the bottom of her heart. Isn’t these two words just talking about herself?

Looking at Qin Mo again, he had already taken the third step, "I heard that Shuangxi Spring is still good, so I plan to fly to the light boat."

Step 4, "I am afraid that the boat in the two streams will not carry many sorrows."

Qin Mo stretched out four fingers and smiled at the corner of his mouth, "What do you think Zhao?"

Zhao Manjun was shocked. Who was Li Qingzhao? The poem he wrote was so heart-burning.

She also understood how stupid she was just thinking. Who would be willing to sell such words?

If we say that the previous song is a sorrow that cannot be dissolved.

If you take this song, you will feel extremely sad.

Those who can write such poems must have experienced great hardships and are used to seeing all the worlds, so that they can face them calmly with a smile.

"What's the name of this poem?" Zhao Manjun's eyes were filled with tears.

"Spring Festival Gala!"

"Good name!"

Zhao Manjun looked at Qin Mo, with no evil in his eyes, but a hint of curiosity and playfulness.

Those who could enter her room could count with one hand and were all talented men who were famous in the Gyeonggi.

But Li Qingzhao from Dongshan is unheard of.

When they enter their room, they either pretend to be reserved or show off their talents, but they are not just for a love affair.

But Li Qingzhao is indeed... different.

"The previous song was slow. I searched and searched, plus this Spring Festival Gala, it was enough to make everyone Zhao famous all over the world!" Qin Mo said.

Zhao Manjun stood up and bowed solemnly, "It's Manjun who has too shallow knowledge, don't blame Mr. Li!"

Damn, I finally got scared.

These two poems are one of the best words for Sister Li Qingzhao, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they have been passed down through the ages.

If an ordinary person has a song, it will be enough to brag for a lifetime.

"Manjun, you can correct your mistakes when you know it, you are a good boy. Just watch the song compose..."

"Please give me some time!"

Zhao Manjun personally cooked tea for Qin Mo and served snacks, "Langjun Li, please rest here, I will compose the music now!"

Qin Mo nodded and felt relieved.

Looking at the snacks, I smiled. It turned out to be from Qin's Haidilao.

After sweeping around, he found a rocking chair in the corner. He walked straight over and leaned on the rocking chair.

Zhao Manyun's face turned slightly red. She didn't think Qin Mo was frivolous, but she felt that he was unruly and was not like those literati and poets who pretended to be reserved.

While drinking tea and eating snacks, the rocking chair swayed, and Zhao Manjun began to compose the music.

"No, Manjun, your song should be a little happier, right..."

Qin Mo closed his eyes and listened to Zhao Manjun compose the music while singing.

That beautiful voice sounds so nice.

And the people downstairs were so jealous that they felt pain.

It's been so long, why haven't you come down yet?

What does it take so long to talk about?

Li Yongmeng and others squatted there, "You said Hanzi would not be with everyone Zhao..."

"No, Hanzi won't make mistakes." Cheng Dabao said.

"Can you let him know if he made a mistake?" Dou Yiai said with envy: "Hanzi is so lucky, that's Zhao. I used to look at Zhao. Although she was wearing a veil, I looked at me with that look. I was so excited that night that I couldn't sleep, so I didn't know how gentler it was than my tigress!"

Chai Rong also raised his head, "Hey, it would be great if I could write poems and lyrics when I was drunk!"

As we were talking, we heard a beautiful singing voice coming from above, and for a moment everyone listened with their ears.

"It's Hanzi's song, everyone Zhao is really compiling the music!" Li Yongmeng said.

For some reason, everyone looked at each other at the same time. Since they were compiling the music, it means that Qin Mo did not do anything bad.

Others were also fascinated by the music they composed were very different from the past, but they were just good!

"Hey, why are you so stupid? I have taught you so many times. Be happier. Look at you, I feel worried as I sing. Sister, tomorrow is my brother's wedding, not a funeral. Can you be happier?" Qin Mo said speechlessly.

"Yes, sorry, Li Langjun, I'll change it again!"

Zhao Manjun really has never composed such a song. As the saying goes, he knows everything. After Qin Mo talks about it a few times, he also finds the trick.

"That's right, it won't work if you don't say it!" Qin Mo looked at Zhao Manjun with a grievance and realized that he was talking heavily, "Manjun, I'm also for your own good. Look at you, there is still a lot of room for improvement. Let's do this. In the future, you will sing these three songs with your band. In the future, people will hold weddings, which will definitely make you a fortune.

As creators, we are two or eight, and I are two or eight, after all, you still have a group of people to support.”

Zhao Manjun looked at Qin Mo with a serious face, "Li Langjun, I, I...I won't appear easily."

"I know, when you are in your business, you will eat youthful food. You will always get old. One day you will have to get married. Make more money, and life will be easier in the future!" Qin Moyu said earnestly: "Don't blame me for being too talkative. I'm also for your own good. Beauty is aging. When you get old, there will be no man to listen to your lyrics and compositions!"

Zhao Manjun felt it was very heartbreaking, and no one said that.

But after thinking about it carefully, I feel it makes sense.

"Langjun Li, who would marry me?" Zhao Manjun smiled bitterly: "At most, he would be a concubine or a toy for others. It would be better to be in this Tianxiangyuan for this life. At least, when he was young, he could still be sought after by people!

When you are old, you can remember it!”

"Small, smaller!"

Qin Mo said: "Actually, in my opinion, your career has made great achievements!"

Zhao Manjun was stunned, "What can I do?"
Chapter completed!