788. Chapter 780 Birthday gift when I was ten years old
Place your hands gracefully on the keys.
I feel really ashamed when I think about it. Socialites like her are good at playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and their families have trained them since childhood.
Playing the piano is a hobby, but in fact it is also a kind of cultivation, a noble cultivation. She doesn't know how to do it, she can only press '1234567'.
Bai Shaoxuan walked behind Zhang Mofei and looked at her eager hands from behind.
Her fingers are as thin as green onions and have well-defined joints.
He frowned slightly, as if hesitating whether to press it or not.
He took a step forward, approached her, raised one hand and hung it in the air for a second, and finally landed on the keys next to Zhang Mofei's right hand.
He looked at her sideways, with a deep smile in his eyes.
"Try playing one."
The mellow voice seemed to have a magical power, and a faint smell of red wine wafted from his mouth as he spoke.
Zhang Mofei bent over and sat on the bench, distanced himself from Bai Shaoxuan, straightened his back, and took a deep breath.
There's something wrong with this atmosphere.
She wants to play a nice piece of music to liven up the quiet atmosphere.
There was a cunning light in his eyes.
She looked up at Bai Shaoxuan, hiding her smile, and said, "You are so lucky, I just composed a song."
Although Bai Shaoxuan's eyes were surprised when he heard this, his interest was really aroused. He raised his eyebrows at Zhang Mofei, his eyes shining with anticipation.
Ten fingers pressed down at the same time, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively.
Then she kept returning her hands and started playing with her eyes closed. Her body also learned to integrate into her music, swaying in varying degrees.
Even the fine dust in the living room was stirred up by her divine music.
The bodyguard standing outside guarding the door couldn't help but cover his ears with his hands.
But Zhang Mofei played the song ecstatically.
Bai Shaoxuan leaned lazily on the piano stand, his eyes focused on the woman playing the piano with her eyes closed, and the lingering interest in his eyes became more and more obvious.
Zhang Mofei squinted his eyes and glanced sideways at Bai Shaoxuan.
Demo, please go away.
Seeing the smile on his lips, showing no intention of not listening, she raised her hands high, ready to slap him down hard.
Unexpectedly, Bai Shaoxuan quickly reached out and grabbed her two hands, wrapping them around her body from behind.
The warm and delicate hand held her soft hand, and his body was slightly startled.
"Sister, this piano is a tenth birthday gift from my mother. It is very precious."
Even when he warned, his tone was lukewarm, making people think he had no temper at all.
Zhang Mofei withdrew his hand, stood up, and turned around to withdraw from his embrace.
He glanced at the white piano lightly. It was a birthday gift when he was ten years old. Wasn't it already seventeen years ago?
It still looks like new.
It's really well maintained.
"Do you play the piano when you miss her?"
But on the surface, Bai Shaoxuan is still a filial son. The piano his mother gave him is very precious, and the roses his mother likes are very precious.
The most important thing now is to pretend to be confused by his love for her and slowly get closer to him.
Try to have a little more freedom here these days.
Bai Shaoxuan looked deeply at the white piano in front of him, touching every structure on the piano frame.
Suddenly he opened a small box on the piano stand. There was a photo on the back of the lid of the box. It was a photo that looked a little older. The woman in the photo had a smile like the moon, elegant and cold.
