Forced Marriage: Super Petite Wife

The following week, Yang Xiao was very busy. He couldn't go home from work on time every night. He called him and said that he would stay in the hospital to guide students.

Cheng Yi vaguely felt that he was planning something big.

On weekends, the weather is cloudy.

Cheng Yi's morning exercise was stopped by the haze. For the first time, she slept in.

"Xiao Cheng, I've made breakfast. I'm out. You take care of yourself this week."

Aunt Wan tidied up early in the morning and went out.

Yang Xiao reported a tour group to her to travel to Southeast Asia. People from the travel agency came to pick her up at the door of the community.

Cheng Yi gets up, sits on the carpet in the living room, holds the computer and handles some work.

It was gloomy outside the window.

She stretched out and tiptoed on the floor, trying to call Yang Xiao up.

She knocked on the door several times and opened it.

The bed has been made.

The quilts were laid flat.

Anyone here?

Cheng Yi turns around the bathroom and doesn't find Yang Xiao.

The hanger for the coat is empty.

People are out.

So cold, so bad weather, or weekend, where did he go?

Mysterious.

Cheng Yi returns to the living room and calls Yang Xiao.

The phone rang for a long time before Yang Xiao answered it.

"Where have you been?" Cheng Yi asked.

"Oh, I'm in the library."

Yang Xiao's voice was deliberately lowered. It was quiet around. Cheng Yi paused for a while.

He did say last night that there were several medical lectures and some materials should be prepared.

"OK, I see." Cheng Yigang wanted to hang up. Yang Xiao added, "I'll go back later tonight. I remember to eat."

"Yes."

Cheng Yi hung up the phone and stood barefoot on the ground. Suddenly, a sense of loneliness came to her heart.

I used to be a person, but I never felt like this.

She didn't know that there were many people around Yang Xiao. When he answered the phone, he hissed, and everyone held their breath.

After hanging up, someone asked, "Dr. Yang, can you start rehearsal?"

Yang Xiao put his mobile phone away, nodded, smiled and said, "it was a good time just now. Let's do it again. I have to practice more for my own part. Thank you for your help. After tomorrow night, I'll give you a red envelope."

Everyone cheered.

Everyone eagerly practiced according to the arranged dance

Here, Cheng Yi steals half a day and stares at the work in the computer. She suddenly feels so boring. She closes the computer.

Go to the restaurant, sit at the table and eat the breakfast prepared by Aunt Wan.

The sound of the piano came off and on.

It is estimated that the children upstairs or downstairs are learning the piano.

Listen carefully. It's Mozart's Turkish March.

Cheng Yi listens to the music and drinks the porridge. He holds the steamed stuffed bun in one hand and puts the other hand on the table. He gently points to the table with his fingers and beats the rhythm secretly.

She closed her eyes, as if she remembered her performance in school when she was a child, wearing a small white dress and black round toe shoes.

She has been familiar with this song since she was 6 years old.

In those carefree years, because of her excellent musical talent, she was held by the stars like a princess.

The corners of Cheng Yi's mouth started to laugh at herself.

With the intermittent sound of the piano, her thoughts were also intermittent.

"Oh, wrong again."

Cheng Yi shook his head helplessly and swallowed the porridge in the bowl.

This is the wrong number of times.

The children of which family have no talent. The family has to force them to practice the piano.

She put away the bowl.

The piano is still playing.

Cheng Yi is on a whim. He has nothing to do anyway. He wants to go out and see who's the child and guest play a piano tutor.

Mainly, it sounds like a headache.

If you can't, remind to install some sound insulation devices.

She tied her hair behind her head and went out of the door in slippers.

When I opened the door, I heard the clear sound of the piano.

Cheng Yi made two turns in the corridor and finally locked mu Yufan's home.

She went to the door and rang the bell.

No one opened the door.

The sound of the piano is very loud. I don't think I heard it.

Cheng Yi claps the door with his hand, but finds that the door is not closed.

In the young piano practice, Cheng Yi walked into the house for the first time.

Mu Yufan was sitting in front of an old vertical piano. It was very difficult to learn. While reading the music, he played. He looked up and saw that it was her. He smiled and said, "are you laughing at me?"

He was a little embarrassed.

He is wearing a light pink crew neck sweater with a light blue shirt inside.

My hair was not well arranged. It looked very casual. I brought a pair of black framed glasses and was gentle.

Seeing Cheng Yi standing there and refusing to come over, he asked, "did I disturb you?"

"Didn't you bring me here on purpose?" Cheng Yi asked.

The door is also open. Your heart is so big that you are not afraid of a thief?

"Yes," said Mu Yufan, "I succeeded in attracting you."

"I'm here to warn you. It's too noisy. Let someone install the sound insulation device." Cheng Yi said, "again, I'll call the property to complain about you."

Mu Yufan didn't listen to this.

He just stopped and then played again.

"There's a place I don't understand." he looked at Cheng Yi and said, "can you give me some advice?"

Cheng Yi stared at the Steinway piano and was a little distracted.

This is

She walked slowly over and touched the piano. There was a small bump mark on the cover of the piano, which was still there.

"This is my piano," Cheng Yi said, rubbing the small mark with his slender fingertips.

This is a mark of Lin Yueming's broken wooden sword when he was a child.

For this, he was severely beaten by his uncle.

Not for anything else, maybe because of jealousy, or maybe with this big monster, my sister won't have time to play with him.

The child's mind is very simple.

"You recognize it." Mu Yufan smiled happily and said, "it's nice that you still recognize your own piano."

I thought you forgot.

Cheng Yi said, "after my father's company went bankrupt, everything, together with the piano, was auctioned by the bank. Where did you get it?"

"As long as you have a heart, you can find everything, and so can the past." Mu Yufan got up from the piano stool and made an invitation gesture, "I wanted to return it to its owner and let the workers send it directly to you. I was afraid you might misunderstand me, so..."

Cheng Yi sits on the piano stool.

At that moment, her childhood and her memory swept through like a tide.

"I know you won't refuse it," said Mu Yufan. "It's not your most expensive piano, but your earliest partner, right?"

Cheng Yi nods.

This is really not the most expensive piano of the Cheng family. After she grew up, her father's business became bigger and bigger, and the piano was constantly changing. She owned millions of them, but she always kept this Steinway. When she first began to learn the piano, more than 200000 pianos were already great.

"Turkish March, familiar?" Mu Yufan asked softly.

Cheng Yi takes a deep breath and puts her hand on the key.

Like thousands of moves I've done before.

Black and white keys, slender fingers.

Cheng Yi stares at his hand and solemnly knocks the first sound.

Time seems to have passed, back to that childhood afternoon

The finger also suddenly became smaller, from the present devastation to a short cute little fat hand.

The fingernails were cut short, round fingers, gently tapping the keys.

Hearing the slight sound of the piano, Xiaocheng Yi raised his head, smiled at his piano teacher, and asked in a milk voice, "teacher, is that so?"

"Try harder."

Mu Yufan said unconsciously. He didn't know that his words perfectly overlapped with those of the piano teacher.

Cheng Yi closes her eyes and taps the keys with both hands quickly

A series of notes slipped out of her fingertips

The brisk rhythm was popped up by her, and every bass hit people's heart heavily.

Mu Yufan listened to the sound of the piano and thought of his own clumsy work just now. He was ashamed.

This is the real way to get an axe in front of Luban's door.

At the climax of the music, mu Yufan raised his eyes and saw a man.

Musfan came in.

He has been able to go, but his movements are still a little stiff. He wears a double row button long coat, very much like the aristocrats in the middle ages of Europe.

He made a silent movement and sat gently on the other side of the piano stool.

Cheng Yi didn't wake up until he put his hands on the keys and added the first sound.

Just like waking up from a dream.

The piano sound that should have stopped suddenly was continued by mu sifan.

"Even I can play this kind of Pediatrics. It's no big deal," he whispered.

It seems to cover him and compete with him.

Cheng Yi is unwilling to show weakness.

The piano sound played by four hands is majestic, passionate, gorgeous and warm, like two groups of heat, constantly colliding in the air

In this piano sound, mu sifan said coldly, "I've got a new news. Do you want to hear it?"

"Is it good news or bad news?" Cheng Yi asked.