Lying in the bathtub, letting the warm water soak her body little by little, the aches and fatigue on her body seemed to be much better, and after staying in the bathtub for more than half an hour, she got up to dry her body, changed into light household clothes, picked up the sheets that had been ravaged by him and her, and put on new ones.

Tidying everything up, she bent down and walked downstairs with the sheets and other things she had changed, and stuffed them into the washing machine.

Turning around and walking into the kitchen, she turned on the fire and boiled water, opened the cupboard and took out a packet of instant noodles, because she was just eating it herself, she didn't even prepare vegetables and eggs.

In a moment, the noodles were already cooked, she turned around and picked up the bowl and put it on the dining table outside, and before she could move her chopsticks, she heard the soft sound of the door next to her.

She turned her face in surprise, only to see Leng Zimo walking out of the piano room with a few music scores in his hands.

"You...... At home?! She scrambled to her feet.

He was still wearing a bathrobe, his eyes were visibly bloodshot, he was holding a score in one hand and a cigar in the other...... Spent the night in the piano room?

Leng Zimo glanced at her, walked over, sat down on the chair she had sat on, and casually threw the music score in his hand to her.

"Brush this up!"

Between his fingers, the cigar emitted a pale cyan smoke, a chocolate-like flavor she was familiar with.

It turned out that it wasn't a perfume, it was the smell of a cigar.

Taking a gentle breath, Luo Xiaoqian picked up the music sheet on the table in confusion.

On the score, the words "White Moonlight" are written.

It is a love song by Hong Kong and Taiwan singer Zhang Xinzhe, but on top of the original score, he seems to have made some adjustments, and the score is clearly revised several times.

"I've already chosen a tune......

"Sing this!" His tone was imperative.

"But ......" She has been practicing the song "Early" in the past few days, although she likes this song, but it is far less familiar than "Early".

Leng Zimo raised his face, "Either sing this or quit the game!" ”

Although she didn't have much contact with him, Luo Xiaoqian knew that she would do what he said.

Now, music was her only spiritual sustenance, she couldn't afford to lose it again, and besides, she didn't want to provoke him anymore, her current body couldn't bear his wrath at all.

So, she said.

"Okay, I'll sing!"

Putting the cigar on the ashtray, Leng Zimo picked up the chopsticks on the bowl and ate it unceremoniously.

Hey, that's her noodles, okay!

Forget it, who made the family the owner of the money and the uncle, she cooked another bag.

"Go to practice!"

Before she could reach the kitchen, he had spoken again.

He's torturing her in a different way, isn't he?

Luo Xiaoqian gritted her teeth and stopped, glanced at the bowl in front of him that was about to be cleaned, pursed her lips, and turned around and walked into the piano room.

In the piano room, smoke fills the air.

Damn, how many cigars did he smoke, did he smoke here all night?!

Slammed the door slammed on, and Luo Xiaoqian sat down in front of the piano angrily.

"Autocracy, tyranny, tyranny......"

He couldn't hear it anyway, so she scolded loudly.

After scolding, the mood seemed to be much cooler, and then I was in the mood to look at the score.

This song, but the work of the Japanese brush composer Toshiaki Matsumoto, inspired by the moonlight, is like a poem, this piece seems simple, but it hits the hearts of the people, such a tune, he dares to change?!

With a little curiosity and a little doubt, Luo Xiaoqian put down the score, put her hands on the piano, and sang while playing according to the changed score.