"The day after tomorrow? I want this lovely student, Miss Nightingale, to accompany me to the Fox Lily Field to get some fresh air."

When An heard the teacher praising herself for being cute, she smiled until her eyes turned into crescents.

"Then what?"

"Then drink some wine, visit the flower shop, and then sleep."

When Lucter heard this, he nodded seriously.

"It seems that Mr. Scheler has been very busy recently. I often did this when I was looking for some good creative conditions when I was young. This often makes me tired. My personal suggestion is to pay attention to the balance between work and rest."

Seeing the two of them chatting and laughing, more and more question marks appeared on the heads of everyone including the Special Patrol Office.

"hiss--"

Lucter directly threw the cigar butt into his wine glass, then stood up with his hands on the rocking chair:

"Then that's it for today, Mr. Nicolino, please give the gift I have re-selected to Mr. Scheele."

"Good teacher." The famous tenor singer handed over a scroll respectfully, "Mr. Scheler, this is a sketch from the last century by Ribera Josein, the master of romantic oil painting in the Southern Continent. The family teacher

My personal collection, I hope you can accept it."

"Sounds very good, thank you." Fan Ning did not refuse, but he waved, "Luna, keep it for me first."

"Oh." The little girl carefully took it from Nicolino's hand.

"Mr. Scheler, I know you are very busy." Lucter suddenly showed a smile of expectation, "But a cigar and a painting, can you ask a question before I leave?"

"Master, please speak." Fan Ning said it was okay.

"What other songs did you write for the Miss Nightingale finals? Can you reveal a name?"

"Oh this, like..."At Midnight"?"

Fan Ning randomly picked one of the next three songs.

"Oh?" Lucter's eyes lit up. The artistic conception expressed in this poem was profound and far-reaching. It was also a masterpiece of his middle-term works that he was very proud of. At this moment, he couldn't help but ask: "What is the key of this poem?"

"A minor."

"It's so simple and deep! What's the first note?"

"What if it's a double tone?" Fan Ning asked.

...This. The more Lucte listened, the more panicked he became, but he felt that he couldn't ask any further questions about a non-existent score. He thought for a while and then said: "Then are there any other poems?"

Can you disclose it?..."

"Master, don't you just have one question?" Fan Ning laughed out loud.

"Uh." Lucter's expression froze, and he regretted not sending more gifts, but he had already raised his hand and said his words, and could no longer regret it, so he could only wave his hand in a carefree manner:

"Okay, anyway, the finals of the famous singers are only about ten days away. Then I will come again to listen to Mr. Scheler's art songs, and I will make an appointment with you again."

He strode out of the private room directly. The three famous singer students had long been accustomed to his fiery personality. They smiled and said goodbye to Fan Ning and his entourage. After a few words with the hospital authorities, they hurried out to follow him.

So this matter can only be let go for now. He Meng thought about it for a moment and finally said:

"Mr. Scheele, look, if I want to contact you next time, should I leave a phone number or..."

Unexpectedly, he was only halfway through his words when Lucter's energetic voice floated from the distance again:
Chapter completed!