We made up at the beginning, and I continued my relationship with my secret crush

Qi Mo couldn't stop crying.

Countless complicated emotions intertwined in his heart, tying his heart into a knot, making it hard for him to breathe.

Qi Mo didn't recover until the taxi stopped at the hotel entrance.

Gu Cheng had no choice but to pull the person out of the car and kept comforting him.

I had planned to wait until Qi Mo calmed down a little before taking him to see Teacher Cui Li.

But they never expected that Cui Li would be waiting at the door?!

Wearing a cotton jacket, facing the cold wind, my nose turned red from waiting.

The moment he saw the two of them, Cui Li immediately came over and frowned when he saw Qi Mo crying.

Gu Cheng thought about it, took a step back slightly, and temporarily moved away from Qi Mo's side.

He could guess what was on Qi Mo's mind.

But no one else can solve this knot in my heart, only the person in front of me can solve it.

Cui Li was not polite either. He directly pulled Qi Mo over and took the two of them upstairs.

Fortunately, Qi Mo cried silently and was not watched by others along the way.

After entering the room, Cui Li settled Qi Mo down and felt a little sorry for the child in front of him.

Although he knew that he and Qi Mo had only met a few times because he performed too many times.

Most of the time I see Qi Mo through Mr. Qi’s circle of friends.

But he has watched Qi Mo grow up, and now he feels that the child in front of him is like someone he has raised since childhood.

In addition, Qi Mo's face was pale to begin with, and now he was crying so hard that not only his eyes and nose were red, but even his ears and forehead were red. He looked pink and tender, and looked younger.

Cui Li felt both amused and distressed, and gently wiped his tears.

"You're already grown up, and you still cry when something happens! You're not the little kid you were when you were little. Okay, okay, stop crying. Your friends are going to laugh at you. It's like this when you first start performing on stage. It's normal for the audience to not buy it. You get used to being scolded so many times..."

As soon as Cui Li finished speaking, Qi Mo cried even harder. Wiping his tears with both hands, he stammered and retorted in a soft voice with a sobbing tone: "Don't get used to it! I'm so angry, I'm so angry... How can you bully me like this... It's so, so mean..."

He couldn't stop crying and his speech was intermittent and he couldn't speak clearly.

Cui Li burst out laughing. "Oh, my little ancestor, please don't cry. This is just a small matter. It's just a few scoldings. Is it really that serious?"

Qi Mo immediately stood up straight, loosened his hand, and said softly but trying to be tough: "As for! What right do they have to scold you like that?! You...it's so hard and difficult, and you can't say it!"

"A half-baked person like me deserves to be scolded, but what about you? You've paid so much, and what have you gained? What right do they have to scold you? Tell me who scolded you, and I'll go find him! Who! Who is so heartless! They don't feel sorry for me, but I do! I'm so heartbroken that I can't even breathe!"

As he spoke, Qi Mo rolled up his sleeves high, and his body instinctively got goose bumps in the middle of winter.

But Qi Mo seemed not to feel anything. He was crying miserably and at the same time looked like he was ready to fight. He looked as funny as it could be.

As Cui Li laughed, her eyes turned red.

He couldn't remember how long it had been...

Apart from what my master said when I was a child, how long has it been since I heard someone care about me?

How could someone cry like this because of their heartache?

Why is this little guy so stupid?

Cui Li poked Qi Mo's forehead and scolded him with tears in his eyes: "I don't feel any pain, why do you feel pain?"

"I, I...I am..."

Qi Mo couldn't say it. He was afraid that if he said it, his master would be even more upset. What should he do?

He is so happy, his master must be sad.

He tried to hold it in for a long time, but could not utter a single word except for a few words that made him cry even harder.

Gu Cheng next to him took the initiative to speak: "He feels that he doesn't deserve to be liked by so many people, especially since you don't get any of that love, and he's being upset with himself."

When Qi Mo heard Gu Cheng point out his little thoughts, he clenched his fists and covered his eyes, not daring to look at his master, and kept saying sorry.

Cui Li couldn't hold back her tears any longer, and she hugged Qi Mo into her arms, patting his head and comforting him, "My little fool! I don't get more likes than you for just a random performance on stage?"

"I am the current star of the Mei School, and you still feel sorry for me?"

"You should feel sorry for yourself. Many fans do like you tonight, but there are still many traditional fans who can't stand you. What you will suffer in the future will not be simpler than tonight!"

"I'm not afraid. I can handle it. I'll walk the path you haven't walked before! Grandpa told me not to let you down. I know you've received a lot of praise and love, but that's not what you wanted to show. How can I not feel bad? You're so talented, why can't you show it?"

After crying for a long time, Qi Mo finally calmed down a little and could speak without stuttering.

Cui Li smiled, patting Qi Mo's back gently as he slowly explained, "Silly boy, I don't know how you learned my skills, or how you know my inner thoughts, but I must tell you this: before today, I did have many regrets. I regretted not being able to personally demonstrate the singing method I'd studied for years, and I regretted having no one to inherit my skills."

"But after seeing you sing so confidently in the live broadcast room, and singing so well, and being liked by so many people, I have no regrets."

"Besides, I really love Meipai from the bottom of my heart. I feel happy just singing Meipai."

"I'm very happy every day when I stand on the stage and perform, so don't cry, it won't be good if you hurt your throat. Be careful or I'll take you to get acupuncture~"

Qi Mo lost his voice the moment he heard this and covered his mouth tightly.

He is most afraid of getting acupuncture.

In his previous life, his throat was damaged and he had surgery. His master then recommended that he get acupuncture every day.

It took more than half a year, and I had to go for a follow-up visit every three months thereafter.

The long needle pricked me like a hedgehog and I didn't dare to move at all.

He said don't go no matter what.

Cui Li was amused when he saw it and poked Qi Mo's forehead: "You really have the mentality of a child. Even my 8-year-old apprentice is not as afraid of needles as you."

Qi Mo pouted. Can that brat compare to himself?

That little guy with expressionless face has no expression even when he is beaten, and he acts like a little adult all day long.

But speaking of this junior brother, Qi Mo actually missed him a little.

He was the only one among all the serious disciples of my master in my previous life who could still talk to me.

When I first started learning to sing, I was very depressed. This guy stayed with me through my sadness and then quietly stuffed a piece of candy into my mouth.

Who would have thought that this habit has been preserved, and every time the two meet, Qi Mo would receive milk candy.

But I don’t know why this guy would run away after just a few words.

If Qi Mo hadn't looked at the candy in his hand, he would have almost thought that the child didn't like him.

"Alas... these kids nowadays are so amazing, I can't even understand them."

Seeing Qi Mo calm down a bit, Cui Li straightened his expression and said solemnly, "Can we talk now?"

"Xiao Mo, where did you learn this skill?"

"Also, besides the fact that you are Mr. Qi's grandson, do we have any other relationship?"

"Not only do you know how I sing, you also know how I think. Now it seems that you are very familiar with my dedicated acupuncturist and my new apprentice."

"this......"