Lying in the bathtub, letting the warm water soak into her body bit by bit, the pain and fatigue on her body seemed to be much better. After staying in the bathtub for more than half an hour, she got up, wiped her body, and changed
Put on light home clothes, put away the sheets that had been ravaged by him and her, and put on new ones.
After tidying everything up, she bent over and walked downstairs carrying the sheets and other items she had changed, and stuffed them into the washing machine.
Turning around and walking into the kitchen, she turned on the fire and boiled water, opened the cupboard and took out a pack of instant noodles. Since she was just eating it by herself, she didn't even prepare vegetables and eggs.
After a while, the noodles were cooked. She turned around, picked up the bowl, and put it on the dining table outside. Before she even moved her chopsticks, she heard a light knock on the door next to her.
She turned around in surprise and saw Leng Zimo walking out of the piano room with a few pieces of music in his hand.
"You...are at home?!" She stood up from the chair in a panic.
He was still wearing a bathrobe, his eyes were obviously bloodshot, he was holding a piece of music in one hand, and a cigar in the other. Could it be that... he stayed in the piano room all night?
Leng Zimo glanced at her, walked over, sat down on the chair where she had been sitting, and casually threw the music score in his hand at her.
"Practice this!"
Between his fingers, the cigar emitted light cyan smoke, a chocolate-like flavor that she was familiar with.
It turns out that it's not perfume, but the smell of cigars.
Taking a gentle breath, Luo Xiaoqian doubtfully picked up the music sheet on the table.
On the score, there are three words written "White Moonlight".
It was a love song by Hong Kong and Taiwan singer Leslie Cheung. However, he seemed to have made some adjustments to the original score. It was obvious that the score had been revised several times.
"I've already chosen the tune..."
"Sing this!" His tone was commanding.
"But..." She has been practicing the song "As Soon As Soon As Soon As Possible". Although she likes this piece, it is far less familiar than "As Soon as Possible".
Leng Zimo raised his face and said, "Either sing this or quit the competition!"
Although she didn't have much contact with him, Luo Xiaoqian knew that he would do what he said.
Now, music is her only spiritual sustenance, and she can no longer lose it. Moreover, she does not want to anger him anymore, but her current body cannot bear his anger at all.
So, she said.
"Okay, I'll sing!"
Putting the cigar on the ashtray, Leng Zimo picked up the chopsticks on the bowl and ate it politely.
Hey, that's her noodles, okay?
Forget it, who is the financier and the uncle? She just cooks another bag.
"Go practice the piano!"
Before she could walk to the kitchen, he had already spoken again.
Is he trying to torture her in different ways?
Luo Xiaoqian gritted her teeth and stopped, glanced at the almost-empty bowl in front of him, pursed her lips, and turned around to walk into the piano room.
The piano room was filled with smoke.
Damn it, how many cigars did he smoke? Did he smoke here all night?!
After slamming the door, Luo Xiaoqian sat down in front of the piano angrily.
"Authoritarian, tyrant..."
He couldn't hear it anyway, so she scolded very loudly.
After I finished scolding, I seemed to feel much better, and then I was in the mood to look at the music score.
This piece of music is the work of Japanese composer Toshiaki Matsumoto. It is inspired by the moonlight and is as poetic as a narrative. This piece of music may seem simple, but it touches people's hearts directly. How dare he change such a piece?!
With a bit of curiosity and a bit of doubt, Luo Xiaoqian put down the music score, put her hands on the piano, and sang and played according to the revised music score.
