Shen Wangjin only realized this when she leaned on his shoulder.
He slowly turned his head to look at her. She had closed her eyes at an unknown moment, and her long eyelashes trembled gently with her breathing. She was clearly asleep.
But he still couldn't believe it and stared at her quietly for a long time.
During this long period of time, she slept peacefully and soundly, unaffected by the surrounding environment at all. No matter how the music and singing repertoire changed, her eyes never opened.
until the end of the show.
When the audience burst into applause, Zhuang Yibo suddenly stood up from his shoulders and opened his eyes as if he was frightened.
She was a little stunned and touched her face, then turned her head to meet Shen Wangjin's gaze.
Realizing that she had lost her composure, she lightly shrugged her shoulders and slowly lowered her eyes.
"This is the play you chose yourself." Shen Wangjin said, "I thought it was what you liked."
"I have never seen this show before," Zhuang Yibo said, "I saw it was being performed and wanted to come and see it."
"The result was so disappointing that you fell asleep?" Shen Wangjin asked.
"I'm not disappointed either." Zhuang Yibo said, "It just feels different from before."
Shen Wangjin continued to ask: "What's the difference?"
"It's not the opera's problem, it's my problem. I used to listen attentively when watching the opera, but today, I am very relaxed." Zhuang Yibo said, "I just didn't expect that I would fall asleep if I relaxed too much..."
Having said this, she reached out and touched her face, chuckled again, and said, "But I slept quite soundly, so it seems to be worth it."
Shen Wangjin listened and said nothing more for a while.
Zhuang Yibo paused, turned around and looked around, and couldn't help but whisper: "I won't fall asleep and snore, will it affect your enjoyment?"
Hearing this, Shen Wangjin only smiled lightly, then stretched out his hand to hold her, stood up and left the theater.
He didn't talk much on the way back. He occasionally talked on the phone about work matters, occasionally used his mobile phone to reply to emails, and occasionally looked out the window.
Zhuang Yibo did not disturb him, and used her mobile phone to search for some information about the opera that she had missed.
After returning to the apartment, Shen Wangjin went back to the study to deal with his own affairs, while Zhuang Yibo sat on the sofa downstairs and continued to read the materials he had not finished.
Shen Ruiwen walked down from the study and saw Zhuang Yibo sitting on the sofa. He couldn't help but ask: "What happened?"
Zhuang Yibo looked up from his phone and asked, "Mr. Shen, are you talking to me?"
Shen Ruiwen looked at her and said, "Mr. Shen seems to be in a bad mood. I thought something happened between you."
"No." Zhuang Yibo replied, "We watched the opera together, but...I accidentally fell asleep in the middle..."
Hearing this, Shen Ruiwen seemed to have heard something incredible. He looked at her and repeated: "Are you asleep?"
Zhuang Yibo lowered his eyes in embarrassment, "It's really rude, isn't it?"
Shen Ruiwen then realized that he had made a mistake and said quickly: "No, no, no, that's not what I meant. Maybe Miss Zhuang is too tired these days, maybe she should take a good rest and relax."
After hearing this, Zhuang Yibo just smiled lightly and said, "Maybe."
But in fact, what does she have to be tired of? Every day is nothing more than eating and shopping, and the blessing that others can't envy is also a kind of enjoyment for her. How can she be so tired that she falls asleep during an opera performance?
Zhuang Yibo didn't understand it herself, and she was too lazy to think about it. After reading the information in her hand, she prepared to go upstairs to take a shower. When she reached the stairs, she saw the piano by the window, but she suddenly changed her mind.
She walked to the piano and sat down, opened the cover, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then put her hands on the keys.
Soon, a familiar piece of music flowed from her fingertips.
In the study room upstairs, Shen Wangjin was frowning and looking at the documents in his hand. Suddenly he heard the sound of the piano. His eyes paused slightly, and then he slowly raised his head and listened carefully.
The tune was familiar, not a classic piano piece, but he had listened to very few other songs——
Shen Wangjin recalled it carefully, and soon remembered the performance he heard on the street this afternoon.
Yes, what Zhuang Yibo played was the song sung by the couple of performers this afternoon.
Shen Wangjin leaned back in his chair and listened carefully.
It has to be said that with her piano skills, playing such a popular piece seems to give the whole piece a new life.
At least when you listen to it, it produces a pleasant enjoyment.
Shen Wangjin slowly closed his eyes.
After the song ended, Zhuang Yibo played another song.
He was completely unfamiliar with this song, but he could tell that it was still pop music, but still different.
Maybe it's because of the piano, or maybe it's because of her.
When Zhuang Yibo finished playing several pieces of music in a row and got up to go upstairs, he realized that Shen Wangjin had already come downstairs at some point, and he was leaning on the stairs and watching her quietly.
Zhuang Yibo couldn't help but pause for a moment before stepping forward and saying, "Did I disturb you?"
But he just slowly held her hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it.
Zhuang Yibo was startled at first, then smiled slightly after a moment.
Although he still didn't say much, at least he seemed to be in a better mood.