chapter 13

Xie Shili is a very standard phoenix eyes, most phoenix eyes are flirtatious, he is not, may be the pupil is too deep black, his phoenix eyes are from the inside to the outside of the ice cold, cold very thoroughly. When not smiling, the aura is very full, with a sternness that will give people pressure.

Sang Tian lifted her leg and stepped onto the steps outside the window, pointing to a window on the edge, signaling him to open it.

Xie Shili opened the window, the cold wind poured in at the same time, Sang Tian show white slender fingers climbed on the edge of the window, playing the piano hand born very beautiful, did not do manicure, nail clipping just right, dry and clean.

"Mr. Xie, help me hold it." Sang Tian handed in the manuscript, the person had already hung outside the window, vivid and bright.

Xie Shili lowered his thick lashes, his eyes moving slightly as he took the manuscript. With an idle posture, he leaned back against the white cabinet, flipping through her book very casually, "Ms. Sang, is it more inspiring to flip the window?"

"Sudden inspiration, my room is closer to the window at the back of your house, I'm afraid I'll forget it if I use the front door. Inspiration, fleeting." Sang Tian lifted her leg and crossed the window, the living room window was a floor-to-ceiling window with a ventilated window, the ventilated window was sixty centimeters off the ground, her skirt needed to be lifted up, "Do you have a musical instrument here? I need to try the tone, I came over on vacation without anything."

Xie Shili raised his eyes and was caught off guard to see Sang Tian's white and slender legs fall into sight, her skirt was raised very high, and a bright red scratch on her bare legs had already seeped out blood.

She was too white, and the bloodstain was blinding.

"Give me a hand." Sang Tian pawed her foot to the inside ledge, there was nothing to grab on to inside, she stuck to the window and reached over to Xie Shili, "May I?"

Xie Shili slowly raised his eyes to gaze at Sang Tian, he looked deep and handed her his long, clean hand.

His hand was slightly cool, with a large palm and long bony knuckles. Sang Tian held his hand and used the force to roll into the house, his hand grip was not as perfect as it looked, the palm of his hand was slightly coarse feeling.

Shoes flew out half a meter when she entered the window, Sang Tian jumped two steps to pick up the slippers and put them on, a whole dress to maintain the basic elegance of the face Xie Shi Li, "Hello, Mr. Xie."

Xie Shili's tall figure leaned back against the cabinet, his long legs casually supported, raised his eyes and gazed at Sang Tian for a long time, opened his mouth, "Hello."

The room was too quiet, and Xie Shili's presence was too strong.

Sang Tian realized afterward that she was a bit uncomfortable, she pointed to the sketchbook in Xie Shili's hand, "My book."

Xie Shili happened to flip to a page of lyrics, a page of Zhang Mania's wild cursive, the handwriting was scribbled, but one could see that the basic skills were solid. Deleted and changed, two of the lyrics were written in a particularly fresh and spiritual manner, but they were quickly blacked out.

He did not immediately return Sang Tian's book, his cold white fingertips scratched very lightly on it, a bit of paper asked, "New song?"

Sang Tian had already seen the content in his hand and immediately retorted, "No, scrap manuscript, thrown away."

This was the song she wrote for Yu Zhenzhen, after writing it and sending it to Yu Zhenzhen, Yu Zhenzhen quickly replied back with two words of no, after which Meng Ting talked to her on the phone for half an hour, spouting off about her digressions. Yu Zhenzhen personally wrote a few more lines and had Sang Tian change them as requested, changing almost all of Sang Tian's initial ideas.

The song later caught fire, and Meng Ting praised Yu Zhenzhen for having a good eye and making good changes. A few changes achieved the effect of a facelift, and the value of the whole song was raised dozens of times.

Every time Meng Ting praised Yu Zhenzhen, he had to take out her original version and criticize it, thus proving how excellent Yu Zhenzhen's words were and how bad she was.

This is something that should be thrown into the trash can, Sang Tian scribbled it and eventually didn't throw it. She collected it with shame, probably the creator's heart is inclined to narcissism, no matter how bad things, how much is not accepted by the market, write it out always can't throw it away.

Now that she has changed her style drastically, all of this is a thing of the past.

After all, Xie Shili is the first party, the things in the dumpster were seen by the first party, more or less a little embarrassed.

"The original draft of Summer Cicada?" Xie Shili backed up and read it again before returning the manuscript book to Sang Tian.

"Uh, you can rest assured." Sang Tian closed the book, suppressed all her emotions, raised her head to look straight at Xie Shili, and said, "I'll avoid these when I write the words for you, and if you need to add the love ones, you can write me the sentences."

"If you avoid these, I will immediately fire you." Xie Shili turned around and took a long legged stride inside, saying, "What instruments are needed? Except for the piano, I can have them all sent over."

Sang Tian raised her eyes abruptly.

"Summer Cicada" is a failed piece, and those few lines of love added are extraordinarily failed. It destroys the tone of the entire song and seems much more vulgar and cheap." Xie Shili stepped on the steps up the stairs, walking around the corner and stopping to turn back, his chin rose with one hand in his pocket, his cold jaw line was clear and distinct, "If your original draft is put out, this song will accomplish more than that, I need more than cheesy cheap stuff. What instrument do you need? I'll have Linley send it over."

The window was left open and the wind blew in, curling the hem of Sang Sweet's skirt and brushing her calves.

The silk dress was cool with a cold-blooded animal texture, Sang Tian came back to her senses and reacted extremely quickly, "I only use the piano, if you don't have it here, I'll go back first. I have a new idea, I will follow your request, go back and organize it again and send it to you, how about it?"

Xie Shili stopped at the corner of the second floor and lowered his eyelashes, lashes topping out a shade under his eyes.

Sang Tian brain empty, she just come over to rub Xie Shili, really let her write a song, she can social death on the spot.

Picked up the manuscript book, removed the pen above, turned to a blank page and said, "What else do you want? I'll write it down. Last time I asked Mr. Lin about the theme you wanted, he didn't tell me."

Xie Shili folded back, his pace was faster this time, and he kept walking in front of Sang Tian, the two of them very close. The woody scent of his body caged in the air, with a minty crispness at the end.

His skin was good, cold white muscles, with well-defined eyelashes. The nose was high and straight, and his lips were a light color, pursed into a line.

He was a head taller than Sang Tian, and Sang Tian took half a step back, keeping a safe distance, and resumed handing over the manuscript, "You can write on it, and I'll try to get as close as I can."

After a short pause, Xie Shili took the book, took down the fountain pen pinned on it, and scratched the cap with one hand. Reversing the pen, the cap was rested on the paper, and holding the pen, he began to write.

His set of movements were skillful and smooth, and he obviously used the pen often. In the fast-paced era, everyone used electronic products to communicate, and there were very few people who wrote.

The ordinary black fountain pen in his bony hands was exceptionally reserved and good-looking. Sang Sweet looked around, looking at the house next door where she lived from the living room window.

She didn't have her cell phone with her, not knowing what the situation was over there, not knowing if Xia Qiao had followed her plan.

The metallic tip of the fountain pen made a sound as it scratched across the paper, and Sang Tian glanced at it, only to see three large, bossy words dashing across the paper.

Xie Shi Li.

The two words were written all over one sheet, Xie Shili closed the cap of the pen and pinned the fountain pen back and handed it to Sang Tian, "Alright."

"Write you?" Sang Tian looked at the book, pondering.