Chapter 107: A room full of piano music composes "Moonlight Sonata"
There was the sound of keys tapping on marble in the entrance hall, and the nanny knew that Zhou Junheng had returned.
The coat was still smooth and wrinkle-free. The nanny took the briefcase handed to her by Zhang Hao and said, "Director Zhou, your wife said you had already eaten, so she made you a bowl of clear soup. Shall I bring it to your study?"
Zhou Junheng didn't bother her again: "No, it's not too late, you should go to bed early, I can do it myself. What is the madam doing?"
"Madam went upstairs to the piano room after dinner today."
"When I brought her the tranquilizing soup, Madam was still playing the piano. I sensed she was in a very good mood today."
Zhou Junheng was a little surprised. The tiredness he felt when he entered the room unconsciously disappeared when he heard the nanny say that he was in a good mood today.
There was already a smile on the corner of his lips: "Okay, you should rest early too."
After the polite greetings, the man strode upstairs without any hesitation.
She was the live-in nanny hired by Shi Ye after she became pregnant. At first, she knew that the couple were both highly educated, but the more she got to know them, the more she discovered that besides their identities, they were also approachable, polite and considerate, and that the couple had a loving relationship.
No matter how early or late the man gets home from get off work, he will definitely ask about his wife's situation... Although it's a small thing, it's really rare.
The nanny smiled and shook her head, then went to the kitchen to check the bird's nest and other ingredients that she would be stewing for the hostess tomorrow morning.
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Outside the piano room, Zhou Junheng stood at the door for a long time.
From his perspective, he saw his wife shrouded in the soft light of the Steinway piano, her slender neck drawing a porcelain-glazed arc, the butterfly hairpin in her hair trembling gently with the beat, and her ivory silk dress spread on the piano stool, soft and flowing, like a cloud solidified by the evening breeze.
The pregnant waist is gently supported by the high-waisted cut, and the pleats of the skirt flow to the carpet, forming a double wave with the curves of the black piano.
The warm light from the crystal pendant was soft and focused, falling on her flawless white neck and straight shoulder line. The light spots danced with her playing posture, sometimes stopping at the depression of her butterfly bones, and sometimes sliding towards the crystal pearls wrapped in her hair.
Her slightly bulging belly rose and fell to the slow movement of Beethoven's "Moonlight", and there was also a small heart hidden there, beating gently to the sound of her mother's piano.
The warm breeze in the room gently lifted the gauze curtains. She was so dedicated that the tangled music on the piano looked like dancing white doves.
From "Moonlight" to "Nocturne", her fingertips flowed lightly, the jumps between fragments were casual and natural, the piano sounds revealed her joy, and the lights outside the window between heaven and earth were reduced to supporting notes at this moment.
Zhou Junheng even felt that the neon debris still stuck on the shoulders of his suit would disturb this beautiful and holy scene. His girl was so beautiful and talented.
Suddenly, there was a pause when her left hand pressed the dominant seventh chord in the bass.
Shi Ye lowered his head, and he also realized something——
The baby in the belly must have felt it and was saying hello to its mother and the world.
She was even more surprised when she saw Zhou Junheng also bend down and kneel in front of her.
Zhou Junheng could sense her lip movements more clearly, the remaining chords still lingering. "You're back? Our baby is saying hello to us~"
He nodded, and his rolling Adam's apple meant that he had a lot to say at the moment, but when he spoke again.
The low, hoarse voice was pious yet burning: "I know...wife..."
"I see, thank you...I love you."
Some of his words were so confusing that they lacked his usual rigorous logic. Shi Ye knew what he meant, but still smiled and scolded him:
"Why are you still so excited? You felt it that time too, didn't you? Get up quickly~"
Zhou Junheng did not stand up, and he could not explain:
"I can never control myself towards you and the baby..."
Self-control or self-control was once his rational foundation, but because of the intervention of love, it became complicated and difficult to understand.
With the slight movement, the hem of her skirt also dragged, revealing the red rope safety buckle anklet on her ankle - it was the buckle he had fastened for her personally on New Year's Eve this year to protect his wife and daughter's safety.
The music stand of the grand piano divided her graceful figure. Compared with her back, he could feel the girl's stunning beauty more clearly. All the ups and downs of her body were graceful arcs.
He didn't know if it was because the piano room was too warm or something else.
The heat between his breaths was even more intense. He was extremely aware of her charm, so how could he remain calm and completely restrain himself?
His kiss landed precisely on her pink lips, his voice gentle and even more bewitching.
"...Xiao Ye, is it okay to stay here? I'm under your chair——"
He invited her to join him in "playing" the rest of the score for the evening.
The flames in the fireplace danced on the wall, and the room was the color of honey. Indeed, the curves of the two people were refracted like candles by the fireplace, and at some point, they were both stamped with a sacred mark.
The wedding ring on Shi Ye's ring finger collides with the black keys, producing overtones, like stardust spilled when two stars rub against each other.
The ink from the pen that had long dried up between his palm lines now stained the G major scale, spreading out into a tidal line.
His thumb clearly found every pulse beating in her wrist, and the suppressed strings vibrated in the resonance box.
The sound waves are similar to the calls of nightingales in nature when they seek out a mate.
As her arched foot hooked around his calf, the music stand of the grand piano suddenly fell over.
The piano keys were covered in a fine layer of sweat with the luster of mother-of-pearl in the light.
The knocked-over rose vase rolled on the solid wood floor and finally stopped next to the continuous bass pedal, the petals and steel strings together weaving a fading cadence.
All the stars in the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling windows began to rotate clockwise.
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