"It's okay, it's okay." Yu Nianen stopped at the stairs. She looked at the spacious and bright living room filled with expensive furniture and asked, "Aunt Ling, where is the practice room?"
"Oh! Over here, follow me!"
Aunt Ling walked in front and led her through the restaurant to a door and gently pushed it open.
Yu Nianen walked in. It was a practice room with a wooden floor covering an area of 40 to 50 square meters, and a shiny barre on the wall.
Under the oversized floor-to-ceiling windows is a black Steinway grand piano. Sunlight fills the entire room from there, making the room golden.
"Nian En, believe me, I will definitely give you happiness. I want to buy a big house in this city with the best solid wood floors and a piano. I'll play the piano and you dance, okay?
?" Ding Ziqian's gentle voice echoed in her ears.
Suddenly, countless waves surged in my heart, and I couldn't calm down for a long time.
She slowly walked towards the piano, sat on the piano bench, and tapped the black and white keys with her slender fingers.
For a moment, a pleasing and touching sound sounded in the sky above the practice room.
This is the "Canon" that Ding Ziqian taught her to play. It is the simplest version. As she played, her vision began to blur, and she gradually lost sight of the keys under her hands.
She would always look forward to that dream, the dream she and Zi Qian shared. Unexpectedly, one day, when the dream practice room appeared in front of her eyes, it would be another man who helped her realize this dream.
The sound of the piano gradually became chaotic, and her heart also became chaotic...
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When Rong Beiming returned home, it was exactly five o'clock. For Yu Nianen, he left the office and went home early.
"Mr. Rong, are you back?" Aunt Ling greeted him.
"Well!" Rong Beiming changed into the slippers handed to her by the servant, "Where is she?"
"Nian'en is in the practice room." Aunt Ling added after she finished speaking, "It seems that she is in a very low mood and is unhappy."
"Oh?" Isn't that practice room what she wants most? It shouldn't be? Rong Beiming frowned, pursed her lips tightly, and suddenly asked, "What did you call her?"
"I originally called her Miss Yu, but Miss Yu was very polite and asked me to call her by her name from now on."
"Yeah!" Rong Beiming said nothing and walked towards the practice room.
Aunt Ling is an old man of the Rong family. Although they have a master-servant relationship, he still respects her very much. Therefore, since Nian En doesn't care about the title, he doesn't want to say more.
When he reached the door of the practice room, he stood there for a while and then opened the door.
Yu Nianen curled up and sat in a corner in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, leaning against the large bright glass.
The afterglow slanted in and fell on her body, coating her long hair with a beautiful and alluring orange color.
Everything was so quiet that he subconsciously recalled the scene when he saw her dancing that day.
It turned out that whether she was dancing or staying quiet, she was like a perfect oil painting, which fascinated and intoxicated him.
Gently, Rong Beiming walked over, as if he was afraid of waking her up, even his movements of squatting down were very gentle, very gentle...
"Don't you like it?" he asked slowly and gently.
When Yu Nianen heard his voice, she stood up suddenly like a frightened little white rabbit. Her chest kept rising and falling, and small beads of sweat secreted from her forehead.