After Mao Anonymous washed the dishes, he cleaned the kitchen again, and when he came out, he saw Huo Cheng, who had also changed into a set of casual clothes after taking a bath, sitting on the sofa and reading the script, serious and beautiful.

Because of such a picture of the quiet years, Mao Mingming subconsciously slowed down.

Before Mao Anonymous approached Huo Cheng, he heard his deep and beautiful voice sound: "Will I disturb Mao Mao watching TV if I read the script here?" ”

"Don't bother, don't bother, I don't watch TV, I just change the lyrics casually."

Mao Yiming hurriedly shook her head and shook her hand, she didn't even need to use the living room, she could do all this in the room, but she felt that she was a guest, she hid in the room and didn't come out, and it was rude to let Huo Cheng stay alone in the living room, so she decided to take the song book that needed to be modified to the living room.

Huo Cheng nodded, and then turned his gaze to his script, his eyes were very focused, as if he was really not disturbed by anything.

In fact, as long as you observe carefully, you will find that the script in Huo Cheng's hand has been turning very slowly since he got it, because his eyes have been distracted from the little girl's body, coming out of the kitchen, and then running upstairs like a little rabbit, running downstairs with a notebook and pen, and sitting on the sofa opposite Huo Cheng.

Quietly, the two of them do their own things, and there is no need to find a topic awkwardly; At first, Mao was still a little absent-minded, after all, she used to create or modify and always locked herself in a small rental house, and her previous life was similar.

Suddenly, there was a big living person sitting opposite, still a handsome actor, and it was difficult for Mao Anonymous to enter inspiration, let alone focus.

It turned out that Huo Cheng was really unaffected at all, reading the script attentively and seriously, and while taking notes, Mao Anonymous slowly entered the state he needed.

This kind of scene is like reproducing the previous video of them, you do your thing, I do my thing, without interfering with each other, and you can strongly feel each other's existence.

An hour later, Huo Cheng gently put down the script, no longer pretending to peek at the little girl, but above board, and quietly sat next to the little girl, looking at her attentive appearance of writing and drawing in the songbook, and couldn't wait to hug the little girl and kiss her; Of course, Huo Cheng was just thinking about it.

Maybe the momentum on Huo Cheng's body was too strong, or maybe it was the aura on his body that disturbed Mao Mingming's heart.

Mao Anonymous, who was originally fascinated by the creation, suddenly woke up, raised his head to meet those deep eyes, and his heart seemed to accelerate uncontrollably, especially when Huo Cheng's beautiful voice sounded in her ears, she danced faster.

"Are these songs you're going to come up with for the Super Rookie competition?

It's all original, and you write your own lyrics and compose music? ”

I often have my aunt's pre-nudist injections, and I have just heard it, but I am not as shocked as Huo Cheng to see it with his own eyes, the little girl is really talented, a whole twenty-centimeter-thick notebook, which is full of words and songs, three or six pages for a song, each of which has been scribbled and altered, and there are a lot of them.

Huo Cheng originally flipped through it, but the more he looked at it, the slower he became, and the more serious he became; You don't say that Huo Cheng doesn't know how to read music, but just looking at the lyrics written by Mao Anonymous is enough to shock Huo Cheng; Because several of Mao's anonymous lyrics are particularly beautiful, if he hadn't known that she wrote the lyrics, he would have thought it was poetry.

Looking at it, Huo Cheng's speed suddenly slowed down, and even stopped on one of the pages, and asked the little girl puzzled: "Why is this song marked with the word 'waste', isn't it good?" ”