194: Chapter 194 Oh? The vinegar jar has been overturned?

Lu Li and Shen Qingxue didn't stay any longer and walked side by side out of the lobby.

The sunlight outside the door was a bit dazzling.

Lu Li stood on the steps, narrowed his eyes, and glanced sideways at Shen Qingxue.

"Why did he ask that?"

Shen Qingxue shook her head.

"It might be a probe, or maybe just simple curiosity. No need to mind it."

Lu Li nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

The two of them hailed a business car with great privacy, ready to return to the hotel first.

The car slowly drove into the main road, and the street view outside the window began to recede.

Shen Qingxue leaned against the seat, looking at the receding scenery outside the window, and was silent for a while before speaking.

"The accompaniment for the Semifinals... what do you plan to do?"

Lu Li turned his head to glance at her.

"It's simple. I have a ready-made arrangement framework on my end. When the time comes, we can borrow a recording studio from the organizers and then fill in the instrumentation."

"Then the copyright of the lyrics and music..." Shen Qingxue continued to ask.

"I've already registered it, don't worry."

Shen Qingxue nodded, gently leaning back against the seat, her expression much more relaxed.

After a while, she turned her head to look at Lu Li.

"That song encounter... how on earth did you think of it? It actually only took you one night?"

Of course, if Lu Li told her the actual time it took to write the song, it would definitely shock her once again.

Lu Li thought about it, then smiled and casually made up a reason.

"Just think of it as... a melody that suddenly popped up at a certain moment, and I happened to catch it."

Shen Qingxue stared at him for two seconds, somewhat suspicious.

"Are you sure it wasn't on some night... when you suddenly thought of someone that you wrote it out?"

Lu Li was stunned for a moment.

"What?"

Shen Qingxue withdrew her gaze, her tone indifferent.

"Because I always feel that a person who writes songs must have something in their heart, so that they can write a song with true feelings."

Hearing this, Lu Li leaned back against the seat and subconsciously tilted his head to look at Shen Qingxue.

The tone of her sentence just now didn't reveal any extra emotion, as if it were just an offhand question.

But Lu Li noticed that when she said this sentence, her gaze kept falling outside the window, refusing to look at him.

Even though his head had already leaned closer, she still didn't look.

He thought about it, then showed a meaningful smile.

"Why does what you said... sound a bit sour? Are you jealous?"

Shen Qingxue's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she didn't turn her head, her tone still maintaining an indifferent demeanor.

"How am I being sour?"

"Just that sentence from a moment ago."

Lu Li leaned against the seat, crossed his legs, turned his head to look at her, and deliberately dragged out his voice.

"A song writer must always have something in their heart... Who do you think was in my heart when I wrote encounter?"

Shen Qingxue didn't reply immediately.

The carriage was silent for two seconds.

Then she finally turned her head back and gave him an expressionless glance.

"Whoever you want to say it is, it is. It's none of my business."

"Is that so?"

Lu Li blinked, his smile comparable to Belial's.

"Maybe when I wrote this song, I was still thinking about my ex-girlfriend..."

"Not allowed!"

Before he finished speaking, Shen Qingxue turned her head back, glared fiercely at him, and even wanted to reach out to proactively make him shut up.

However, before her fingertips touched his lips, Lu Li shrank back, raising his hands above his head in a posture of surrender.

Fortunately, the business car they hailed had high privacy and was soundproofed, otherwise if they were recognized by the driver master...

The two of you would be trending today!

"Alright, alright, alright, I'll stop messing around, I'm being serious!"

There was still undispersed laughter in his voice, but his tone had indeed reined it in a bit.

Shen Qingxue's hand hung in mid-air, staring at him for two seconds, seemingly judging whether he was playing tricks again.

Lu Li put his hands down, straightened his posture, and his expression gradually turned serious from a cheeky one.

"I was just joking just now, don't take it to heart."

He paused, turned his head to look at her, his gaze much more serious than before.

"The emergence of a song always has an opportunity, whether it's happiness or sadness, it's something that truly existed in that experience."

"But that's all. They are long past and have nothing to do with my current life."

Speaking of this, Lu Li's heart was also extremely complex.

If you say this experience is good...

Then him explaining so much was purely cleaning up after the original Lu Li, because he himself was a pure virgin before transmigrating.

But if you say it's bad...

It really was the optimal explanation for the source of those songs.

But I have to admit, these words still had an effect; Shen Qingxue slowly pulled back her hand and let it fall onto her knees.

She didn't speak, but her originally slightly tense shoulders imperceptibly relaxed at that moment.

Lu Li noticed this detail, but didn't point it out, just leaning back against the seat, pretending not to care while actually striking while the iron was hot.

"So, you don't have to worry at all about whether I'll think of someone I shouldn't think of because of writing songs."

"Because what's packed in my head now is completely different from before."

Shen Qingxue turned her head to look at him.

"Is that so? Then what is packed in your head now?"

Lu Li tilted his head, as if seriously pondering this question, then turned his head, met her gaze, and smiled.

"Probably... someone who writes and sings songs with me, strolls through classical gardens, and even threatens to cover my mouth."

The tips of Shen Qingxue's ears subconsciously flushed with a layer of faint red again, but she didn't look away, only letting out a soft hum.

"What you said is pretty close."

Lu Li grinned broadly and didn't continue teasing her.

When the car was waiting for a red light at the intersection, Lu Li glanced at the street view outside the window, suddenly remembered something, and turned back to look at her.

"By the way, you said just now that a song writer must always have something in their heart, what about yourself?"

Shen Qingxue tilted her head slightly, seemingly trying to understand the meaning of his words.

"What?"

"I mean, when you sing, what are you thinking about in your head?"

Shen Qingxue didn't answer immediately, lowering her head to think for a moment.

After several seconds, she finally spoke, her voice much softer than before.

"When I sang in the past, what I thought about in my head was how to hit every note accurately, how to control my breath well, and how to let the emotion come out in the right place."

She paused, her tone carrying a trace of imperceptible change.

"But recently... when singing, some images would unconsciously emerge in my head."

Lu Li quietly waited for her to continue.

Shen Qingxue didn't continue speaking, only turning to glance at him, her gaze carrying an indescribable emotion.

"For example?"

Lu Li happily continued to press on with the question.

Shen Qingxue withdrew her gaze, looking forward again, her tone restoring its usual calmness.

"For example, someone who likes to make sarcastic remarks!"

Lu Li was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help smiling.

"Is that so? Then it seems I'll have to say more sarcastic remarks in the future, so that you can think more about me when you sing."