In the end, he held her in that position and fell asleep, touching her belly with very light and slow movements, and said like a curious baby: "Why can't I feel him moving?"
"It's still early. He will torment me in another hour."
Between 11 pm and 1 am the next morning, the baby is most active in the day. She sometimes complained to her grandmother that the child would definitely be a night owl in the future.
Grandma laughed when she heard it.
"Will it be another hour? His own father came to see him, and he was so disrespectful?" Chang Mian naturally wrapped his arms around her waist, and a low smile came from behind her ear.
"Are you sleepy?"
She had fallen asleep at this time in the past, but tonight she was so excited that she didn't feel sleepy at all.
"Not sleepy."
"Then what should we do to pass the time? I want to listen to the sound of the baby's movements. How can I spend this hour?"
Chang Shang closed her eyes and leaned comfortably in his arms: "You can think about it yourself."
But as soon as she finished speaking, she changed her mind: "How about you play the piano for me? You play the piano very well, but I have only listened to it once."
"I won't hold a piano concert easily." Chang Mian laughed.
But he had already let go of her, then sat up, put on his clothes, and helped her put on her maternity pajamas.
There is a piano in the living room on the first floor. It has been forgotten in the corner for many years, but it finally came into use today.
Chang Mian wiped off a small layer of dust on the piano cover with a rag, opened the piano cover, moved a comfortable toffee chair, let Chang Shang sit on his left hand side, and then sat elegantly in front of the piano.
He closed his eyes and thought for a moment.
He picked up a song called "Blue Love" at his fingertips, and the smooth music slowly flowed from his fingertips.
Chang Shang turned her face sideways, with an expression of obsession on her face, staring at him dreamily.
Her eyes gradually became hot with his music.
Chang Mian curled his lips slightly, looking at her infatuated expression, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the playing he loved. He rarely touched the piano specifically to please anyone.
This is the second time it is played specifically for her.
In other words, in this life, he will only play and compose the most beautiful music of love to please her.
The faint moonlight slanted in from the window, with a touch of warmth, shining on her body, spreading all the way to her smiling cheek, and spreading to the entire half of her face.
I am fascinated by her tonight.
As Chang Mian played the music in his hand, it changed from flowing grace to passionate and ups and downs.
Chang Shang got into the mood and randomly reported a song.
She sang and he accompanied her improvisationally.
You sing and I compose the music, completely immersed in that strong love.
So much so that in a certain room on the first floor, a man opened the door and walked to the living room. When he saw the man and woman in front of the window, playing musical instruments and music under the moonlight, he was filled with envy.
Then you and I, the man and woman, are completely immersed in a world where only the two of them are the only ones, and no extra people can be allowed in.
Li Xiang was fascinated by it. He admired it quietly for two minutes and then quietly returned to the room.
On this wonderful Chinese Valentine's Day night, no matter how much he made her happy, he couldn't match the smile that the man gave her.
For Chang Shang, it was like she had entered a dream world created for her by Chang Mian.
She heard her own heartbeat, thump thump;
She even felt the love in the music of the piano, which was sometimes like the rolling waves, sometimes like the springs and streams, sometimes like the gentle and tender spring breeze in February, sometimes like the heart-melting summer breeze in August...