Chapter 583 Two Days "Two days?" Luo Shuning was instantly taken aback, her eyes widening, and she even paused for half a second: "Isn't that too fast?"
Even a simple pop song needs to be polished for several days, right?
Not to mention family songs that require empathy...
"It's alright." Gu Luo interrupted her concerns, picked up his chopsticks, placed a piece of fish belly into her bowl, and said with a hint of barely perceptible pride in his tone, "It only took two days from conception to completion of 'Medal.' I know what I'm doing with this song that I wrote for you and Aunt Tang."
"Medal" is still trending on music platforms. The melody evokes feelings of passion and perseverance, and its infectious power is undeniable.
As for two days, that's just an excuse. If we really want to be fast, we can do it right now.
How can it be considered open if it's not closed?
Gu Ximan, who was listening nearby, nodded repeatedly and deliberately teased, "That stinky old man is just pretending! He's probably secretly working through the night to finish his work."
"That won't do." Luo Shuning immediately frowned, turned to look at Gu Luo, and said with a hint of reproach in her voice, "Writing songs is important, but your health is more important. You should eat and rest normally these two days, and you are not allowed to stay up late to work. We are not in a hurry."
"Okay, I'll listen to Da Bao." Gu Luo smiled and ladled a bowl of warm pork rib soup for her. "Drink this soup to warm your stomach. It's freshly made and has your favorite corn in it."
Luo Shuning took the soup bowl, the warm touch spreading from her fingertips to her heart, a sweet sensation.
She lowered her head and took a sip of soup. The sweet aroma of corn mixed with the freshness of pork ribs spread on her tongue. This song was not only her debut performance, but also a new beginning for her relationship with Aunt Tang. Gu Luo's promise was the most solid foundation for this beginning.
Gu Ximan rolled her eyes as she watched the interaction between the two, but still picked up a piece of braised pork and put it into Gu Luo's bowl: "You should eat more too, you old rascal. Don't just serve us. You need energy to write songs too."
The warm light still enveloped the dining table, and the aroma of the food intertwined with the warmth of family and love, making even the air feel exceptionally gentle.
Looking at the two girls in front of him, Gu Luo felt a sense of reassurance.
Writing songs for them... giving to them is the happiest thing.
This is both an act of pampering and a way of making amends.
The steam from the bathroom hadn't completely dissipated from Gu Luo's hair. As he walked into the bedroom, drying his half-dry short hair, he casually draped a towel over the back of his chair and headed straight for the computer on his desk.
The warm white light from the desk lamp slanted across the keyboard, intertwining with the cool blue light from the computer screen, illuminating the urgency in his eyes—he had to finish his writing task before the two women finished showering, so he could enjoy their rare moment of intimacy that evening.
His fingers flew across the keyboard, the "tap-tap" sound particularly clear in the quiet bedroom.
As night deepened outside the window, the lights of distant residential buildings twinkled like stars.
About forty minutes later, with a soft click, the bedroom door was slowly pushed open, the movement very gentle, as if afraid of disturbing him.
Gu Luo subconsciously turned around, his fingers still on the keyboard, the typing suddenly stopped.
The two women standing at the door, one wearing a beige bath towel and the other wrapped in a light pink bath towel, both looked like they had just come out of the bathroom.
The bath towel was so thin that it could vaguely reveal the outline of the body underneath, with the corners loosely tied around the waist, gently swaying with each breath.
Both of them tied their wet hair into loose buns, with a few stray strands sticking to their snow-white foreheads, revealing their smooth foreheads and beautifully shaped collarbones. Two undried water droplets still clung to their collarbones, sliding down their skin and disappearing into the edge of the bath towel.
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