After watching Ye Nanyue's car leave, the manager turned back and glared at Cui Ning, "Please figure out your identity and don't cause me any more trouble."
Cui Ning responded softly and looked at the departing black luxury car from the corner of his eye, feeling heavy in his heart.
Ye Nanyue did not return to the imperial capital, but returned to the apartment where she lived in Ancheng.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw a white piano placed in the living room of the apartment.
The white piano is very harmonious with the simple decoration of the apartment.
After changing into slippers, I walked to the piano and played a few notes on the keys with my fingers.
The sound quality is clear and pleasant, and the tone is clean.
This is a valuable piano.
Sure enough, she found the words Bechstein on the side of the piano.
"Does it sound good?" Shi Wenye's voice came from behind. Ye Nanyue turned around and saw Shi Wenye.
She leaned against the piano, "You came back early just for this piano?"
"Bechstein was Liszt's favorite piano brand during his lifetime. In order to choose a piano that suited him, Carl Bechstein built a piano for him that could withstand his arm strength and difficult skills."
"Unfortunately, due to the war, Bechstein's "Louis XV" has long been missing, which is regrettable. However, in order to restore the glory of "Louis XV", Bechstein dug out the book on the occasion of the 160th anniversary of his birth.
Based on the custom-made drawings from that year, we re-convened 140 professional technicians, including master piano makers, sculptors, and painters, and it took three years to rebuild this piano purely by hand."
Shi Wenye walked over, his slender fingers jumping on the black and white keys, and he played a few simple notes into a pleasant tune.
"It cost more than 20 million!" Shi Wenye smiled, "I spent 50 million to buy it from a collector. I bought it in the morning, and I had them fly it back in the afternoon."
Ye Nanyue leaned against the piano and looked at Shi Wenye, who was wearing a tailored evening dress.
She has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, slender legs, and a black tie that just catches at her Adam's apple.
Sexy and full of artistic flavor.
He bent down and saluted Ye Nanyue, "Beautiful lady, please allow me to play a song for you."
The tune sounded, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low, sometimes melodious, sometimes sad.
Ye Nanyue recognized that the song was Adelina by the Water.
This song has a romantic story.
A long time ago, there was a lonely king of Cyprus named Pygmalion.
He sculptured a beautiful girl, looked at her crazily every day, and eventually inevitably fell in love with the statue of the girl.
He prayed to the gods, hoping for a miracle of love.
His sincerity and persistence moved Aphrodite, the goddess of love, and gave life to the sculpture.
From then on, the lucky king lived with the beautiful girl and lived a happy life.
When he plays the piano, he is completely different from his usual self.
He was immersed in the music, and his fingers and the keys seemed to be one. The keys jumped at his fingertips, and music like spring water poured out.
The last note echoed in the air, and he slowly stood up and walked to Ye Nanyue.
He took her hand, put it to his lips and kissed it.
"The piano I play has won international awards. I don't know how many times better than Lin Sheng!"
His dark eyes were filled with emotions, and there was a tremor in them that he tried his best to restrain.
Ye Nanyue took back her hand and said, "If you don't like playing the piano, no one forces you to play."
As soon as he plays the piano, he inevitably thinks of the past, of the time he was oppressed and abused by a perverted pianist.
This is his ptsd.
He can't control it.
Ye Nanyue turned around and walked towards the bedroom, but Shi Wenye hugged her from behind and kissed her swan-like neck, "As long as you like it, I can play it to you every day."
He emphasized, "I play the guitar much better than Lin Sheng. His music has no characteristics and is very empty. Only people who don't understand music will like it."
Ye Nanyue tilted her head as he kissed her, "I play and sing about feelings, not music."
To be honest, Lin Sheng's guitar playing is not at the same level as Shi Wenye's, but the emotions in Lin Sheng's music are so rich and strong that anyone who hears them will be moved by his music.
"My feelings are also mine." He rested his chin on Ye Nanyue's shoulder, "I hope that Aphrodite, the goddess of love, can give my cold lover a warm heart so that we can be happy together.
"
"Nanyue, do you feel it? My feelings are stronger than King Pygmalion."
Ye Nanyue was tightly held in his arms, and there was no gap between the two of them.
Ye Nanyue's waist hurt from being strangled by him, she frowned slightly and said, "Let go."
Shi Wenye: "..."
"Shi Wenye, I feel pain."
When Shi Wenye heard this, he quickly let go.
Ye Nanyue rubbed her waist, stared at him for a few seconds, turned around and went to the bedroom.
night.
Ye Nanyue slept until midnight and got up thirsty and went to the kitchen to get some water.
Shi Wenye was very peaceful that night. He did not forcefully run to her bed and hold her to sleep, but stayed in the guest room obediently.
She poured water, took a sip, and was about to go back to the bedroom. With the faint light, she saw a black ball curled up on the white sofa.
It’s Shi Wenye!
At two or three in the morning, Anseong was completely quiet, and all the lights in the high-rise buildings were turned off.
Only the full moon hanging in the sky was still giving off its cool brilliance.
The pale moonlight shone on the white piano in the living room, and that piano also became terrifying.
Ye Nanyue walked over with a glass of water and heard Shi Wenye gritting his teeth and whispering in his sleep, "I won't play, I won't play."
The words that rolled out of his throat were low and hoarse, but they were full of fear and panic.
These intonations were suppressed by him just right, and no other emotion could be heard except the trembling tones.
His smooth forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and a few strands of black hair hung on his forehead, making him look weak and weak.
Ye Nanyue stared at him for a while, then looked at the piano, and sighed quietly.
If you are afraid, why force yourself?
She picked up the gray blanket that fell on the ground and covered him.
But he grabbed her wrist, and the next second she was pulled into that warm and trembling embrace.
He hugged her hard and breathed quickly and heavily.
I don't know what he was dreaming about. Sometimes he was begging for mercy in a low voice, sometimes he was strongly resisting, and finally he was shouting her name in a low voice.
"Nanyue!"
"Nanyue!"
"Nanyue!"
…
One after another, in this cold and empty night, Ye Nanyue's restless heart gradually calmed down.
She gently patted his back with her hands, and whispered in his arms, "I'm here."