But I can't accept it," Fanning explained.
"Then can I stay here?" she asked. "I'll read a book or play with myself and try not to make any noise."
"Okay." Fan Ning was holding a pen in his right hand, and his left hand was already playing sixteenth notes on the keys. "It doesn't matter if you make a sound. You don't have to be so careful. I'm not easily disturbed. Of course.
, I won’t be able to care about you most of the time.”
"Okay!" Roy responded happily, then hugged a book of poetry and stepped directly onto the soft bed.
"Hey, that's my place." Fan Ning's eyes widened.
"Your place is obviously my manor, so of course everything here belongs to me." She hummed proudly, moved completely to the position where Fan Ning was originally lying, put on the blanket he covered, and leaned against her
The pillow he leaned on.
Then he opened the thick book, and his two little feet covered by the blanket began to sway happily.
"Why don't you write anymore?" After two minutes, she looked up.
"In that case, wait for me"
"Why don't you drive me away when you finish writing and go to bed?"
"Okay." Fan Ning shook his head helplessly and sat back on the piano bench.
He quickly entered a creative mode of concentration, either writing furiously, trying to play on the piano, or getting up and standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows for a while.
Roy didn't talk to him anymore. She flipped through the book of poems, making notes or reading aloud from time to time. She also spent a considerable part of the time biting her pen and quietly watching Fan Ning's back as he played the piano or took notes.
At the end of the second and third hours, she brought Fan Ning a fruit plate and snacks respectively, placed them behind the small fabric table on the side of the piano bench, and then silently crawled back to bed.
Fanning ate part of it while getting up and moving.
Then he wrote until half past two in the morning, which took a full six and a half hours.
Waking up at night was a reminder and warning of the loss of inspiration for the scherzo, and his spiritual recovery was only in a semi-finished state. Now he felt that his brain had been drained again, and the blood vessels in several parts of his body were pulsing.
The third movement was basically completed. Fan Ning rubbed his head, stood up and turned around.
He just wanted to speak out, but immediately covered his mouth.
The poetry collection was placed next to his pillow, and Roy fell asleep at some point.
Chapter completed!