Jiang Ling finished reading the score and looked up, somewhat stunned.
After roughly clapping the beat and singing it once, she fell silent. The music seemed like walking alone on Xinghai Street under the drizzle after finishing a performance.
Wearing an oversized sweatshirt, alone with her music, holding an umbrella on her way home.
Walking for a long, long time on the street, it was unclear whether it was loneliness or a kind of tranquility. The cold drizzle hitting her face made her wish the rain would never stop, letting her longing continue...
After coming back to her senses, Jiang Ling sent a message to Xu Qingyan.
"Received, thank you Teacher Xu for the new song."
"I will transfer the payment in a bit. Is it convenient to sign the contract tomorrow?"
A few minutes later, she received Xu Qingyan's reply and breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he didn't care much about the money, simply squandering his talent.
