Chapter 312 The Melancholy Composer

It's easy to hide a gun, but it's hard to defend against an arrow.

Lu Haiyang said sternly, "Although there are a lot of broken things, our Aye is not a fuel-efficient lamp, so he won't let those bastards bully him, so Lanzhi, you believe that old fox Lin Jiangdong Do you still believe in our Ah Ye’s vision?”

Is this still a comparison? Of course Qin Lanzhi believes in her son.

She thought about it for a while, and said cautiously, "I still have reservations about this Gu Yan, but it's okay to meet him. Ah Ye is young after all, and we, as parents, need to take care of him when it comes to the big event of marriage. Take good care of your son."

"That's that, that's a must!"

Lu Ye stood at the entrance of the stairs, listening to his parents' conversation, the smile on his face slowly spread.

Although the mother's attitude is still a little unclear, it has begun to soften, and Lu Ye is very confident in his little daughter-in-law. When the family sees her, they will definitely like her.

But what about Song Yaqin... Lu Ye didn't intend to let the other party mess around like this!

At the same time, Song Yaqin, who met Lu Ye and was slapped by Lu Ye on the street, was very upset. She entered a cafe with a sullen face, and a foreign country song was flowing in the cafe.

A young man with delicate eyebrows, slightly long hair, and a little melancholy eyes, was originally a little gloomy, but when he saw Song Yaqin, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Yaqin, this way!" He waved at Song Yaqin.

Song Yaqin took her small bag and walked over with her high heels.

When she sat down, her expression was not very good-looking. She picked up the coffee at hand and found that the coffee was still hot.

Xiao Mosheng smiled and said, "I guessed that you arrived around this time, so I ordered your favorite latte for you."

"Thank you." Song Yaqin lowered her head and stirred the coffee with a spoon.

Xiao Mosheng asked with concern, "Yaqin, I don't think your face is very good, what's wrong?"

"It's alright, maybe the weather is too hot." Song Yaqin smiled softly, and then said, "Mosheng, have you already booked your trip to the Northern Star District Literature and Art Group?"

"...I don't really want to go, and you won't either..."

"Hey, why are you like this? It's good for you to go there. You've been outside all these years, and you don't have much reputation." Song Yaqin said this sentence a bit quickly, with an eagerness in her tone, as if she was afraid Xiao Mosheng will regret it.

Xiao Mosheng heard it really well and felt a little down, "Yaqin, I know we've broken up temporarily, but you know, I've been..."

"Mosheng, although we broke up, we are still good friends, aren't we?" Song Yaqin suddenly held Xiao Mosheng's hand and continued, "Since you have this opportunity to join the art group, you must not miss such a good opportunity." Maybe, I will go to the north in two years. We have all agreed that you will write songs for me in the future."

In fact, Xiao Mosheng himself knew that this opportunity to go to the literary and art group was very rare, and he could also exchange composition experience with many composers.

But he was very reluctant to Song Yaqin.

"Yaqin, you know, the reason why I came back to the main star is because of you..."

"Mosheng, it's because of me that you can't let your talent be buried." When Song Yaqin laughed, Yan Bo was very gentle, and her voice was very moving. It was Xiao Mosheng's favorite voice. .

Xiao Mosheng clenched his fist, and bangs covered his eyes, "...Then Yaqin, can we reconcile first?"

"Career is the most important thing. We can't delay in the love of our children. Xiao Mosheng, I can wait for the day when you become a great composer."

Looking at the gentle beloved in front of him, Xiao Mosheng found that he couldn't say anything.

Under Song Yaqin's expectant gaze, Xiao Mosheng nodded and said, "Yaqin, wait for me, I will definitely succeed!"