Suddenly, there was a giggling sound that belonged to the baby, and he came back to his senses softly and violently, and the corners of his lips unconsciously outlined a gentle smile, and took the baby, "Mom is here, and she woke up so early today." ”

The baby is in the soft arms, and the big black grape-like eyes are curious to look at the busy figure of the worker, flashing and flashing, and the thick eyelashes are like a fan, gently fanning.

Under the arrangement of Wu's mother, the piano was placed in a corner of the hall, and the sunlight poured slightly, sprinkling on the champagne-colored high-end piano, adding a touch of elegance to the already gorgeous living room.

"Sir's vision is really good, this piano is so beautiful. After sending the workers away, Wu's mother looked at the piano and said with a smile, wiping off a layer of floating ash on the piano.

"Do-"

Not only was it accidental, the strings made a low sound, the soft fingers trembled violently, and the eyes were like thick ink that could not be dissolved, and the emotions were complicated.

Once, this was also her dream engraved in her blood and bones...

Mother Wu carefully saw the expression on Wen Soft's face, and she smiled with a smile in her eyebrows: "This piano was bought and given to you by Mr., why don't you play a song and try it?"

Gently and silently tightened his palm, and smiled faintly: "No, I haven't played it well for many years." It's a good piano and should be reserved for better people. ”

Hearing her say this, Wu's mother subconsciously wanted to continue to persuade her, but before she could speak, she was interrupted by a childish voice.

"Bullet ...... The baby in the arms ...... babbling, clapping his little hands rhythmically, and pulling the soft placket to point to the piano by the floor-to-ceiling window: "Mom...... Play.... Mom..."

"Look, ma'am, the baby wants to hear it too. Mother Wu smiled lovingly and took the baby in her soft arms, "We're not going to the game, or playing it to the baby." Baby, don't you say?"

The baby giggled in Wu's mother's arms, as if he was really signaling Wen Rou to try.

Can she really try it?

In a trance, Wen Ruan was already sitting in front of the piano, this time it was not Bai Feng who forced her, nor was she forced to ask for help, but she really took the initiative to sit here, everything around her was a little blurry, only a heart was beating seriously.

The soft fingertips are slightly together, her fingers are white and slender, and the knuckles are distinct, which is extremely beautiful.

Gently press the first note, and then, a flowing sound poured out from between your fingers, and the soft heart beat rapidly, and the speed of the fingertips flying faster and faster.

In the dark world, she seemed to see the young her shaking her head and reciting the piano scores, practicing serenades over and over again in the piano room, and hugging her family after getting the admission letter...

This beautiful thing no longer exists, and the soft heart is sad, and the fingertips are getting faster and faster, and it seems that they are also crying about God's injustice.

but

She still overestimated herself.

"Sting-" A mispronunciation made a piercing sound, the gorgeous music came to an abrupt end, the soft long eyelashes trembled slightly, there was a sour feeling on her hand, and she pulled out a smile: "I'm sorry." ”

Wu's mother was already immersed in the music just now, and almost fell into tears, seeing Wen Soft's mistake, she hurriedly said: "Madam, you play so well, I'm going to cry." A small mistake is nothing, after all, you can't see ....."

Halfway through her words, she almost realized what she had said, and hurriedly remedied her embarrassment: "Madam, I didn't mean that. Little Master just liked to listen to you play. ”

The water at the bottom of her soft eyes was shallow, as bright as a star, she raised her head slightly, and the corners of her lips outlined a satisfied smile, "It's okay." Just now I can't remember any other scores, but since the baby likes it, I'll play a simple one. ”

As soon as the words fell, the soft fingers flew on the black and white piano keys, and a blue Danube poured out, the baby turned his big round eyes in Wu's mother's arms, and kept waving his little hands, "Play... Like.... Mom. ”

Listen to the baby's happy voice, the corners of the soft lips are curled, the speed of the hand increases, and the last button is pressed.

As soon as the game was finished, the baby made a fuss to let Wen Soft hug, and after falling into Wen Soft's arms, he hugged her face as two kisses, and Wen Soft's heart was about to melt.

Looking at this picture of mother and son loving each other, Wu's mother stood next to her and sighed contentedly: "It is rare for Mr. to give a gift to Mrs. once, and it is very good." ”

Smile gently, when he comes back in the evening, she should say thank you, and maybe ...... Apologize.

......

The night is dark, and the hour hand of the quartz clock slowly points to the top.

Wen Soft sat on the sofa in the hall, rubbing his temples, already a little tired.

Mother Wu covered her with a thin blanket, feeling a little distressed: "Madam, why don't you go back to your room and sleep first, it's already twelve o'clock." ”

"No, Mother Wu, you go and rest first. She smiled softly, her voice a little hoarse, and the warm light cast a faint shadow on her long fan-like eyelashes.

The joy in my heart has gradually turned into a faint worry, and I used to call to inform me if I didn't come back, did something happen today?

And this kind of empty waiting, but not just this night, one day, two days, three days......

Time flies, almost a week has passed.

In the evening, inside the restaurant.

Gently and carefully feed the last spoonful of porridge into the baby's mouth, then gently wipe the corners of his lips, and slowly do all this before taking the baby into his arms.

It's sunk a lot, and the time is calculated softly, and it won't be long before the baby's first birthday banquet can be held.

Suddenly, there was a sound of parking outside the door, and then the servant's respectful voice came: "Sir, you are back." ”

It's him.

Wen Soft's heart was happy, and he couldn't wait to walk out with the baby in his arms, "You ......"

"Miss Wen, long time no see. ”

As soon as the words reached her mouth, she was interrupted by this gentle female voice, like a basin of cold water pouring down from her head, soft and cold, she stood in place, and her heart was sour and painful: I didn't go home for a week, and I came back with Zhou Anqian.

The hall fell silent for a moment, and the atmosphere was almost freezing.

Fu Tingxiao's gaze burned, and it fell on Wen Rou in a vague and uncertain manner, and then he retracted his gaze and said to Zhou Anqian: "You are waiting here." ”

His footsteps were steady, and he approached step by step, and then faded away.

Looking at Fu Tingxiao's back, and glancing at the slightly embarrassed expression on Wen Rou's face, Zhou Anqian's tone was full of pride: "I and Tingxiao are not here this week, and Miss Wen has worked hard to take care of the baby alone." ”

The soft words came out of Zhou Anqian's mouth, like a sharp blade, it turned out that this week, they were really together.

Wen Ruan only felt a buzz in her ears, her eyelashes trembled densely, she lowered her face, her lips were pale as wax, and she tried to make her voice sound calm: "Miss Zhou said that she laughed, how could her baby be hard? ”