Yan Tinglan turned around and saw her looking at him quietly.
When he picked her up, she said, "Don't break him."
"No, I was careful with my blows, and the kid is tough."
He held her against the recliner and patted her back, "What do you want to do this afternoon?"
"Play the piano."
"I'll play it for Ali, would you like to listen?"
"Yeah." Zhu Fuli put his hand on his shoulder, "What did you do before? It seems like you know a lot."
"I trained soldiers in the mountains, studied medicine, played the piano, played chess, read books, and did everything. After a long time, I learned a little bit of everything."
"Are you alone?"
Yan Tinglan smiled and kissed her lips, "And the secret guards."
She was willing to explore his past because she wanted to get closer to him.
He is very happy.
"Actually, I don't stay in the mountains all the time. Before the Chinese New Year, I would go to Huangjue Temple to stay for a few days."
"To see the Queen Mother?"
"Well, ever since Yan Tingyuan ascended the throne, she has gone to Huangjue Temple to worship Buddha. When Yan Tingyuan was seriously injured, she was seriously ill, but Yan Tingyuan didn't dare to tell her. So, she doesn't know that Yan Tingyuan is dead."
"Why don't you call him brother?"
"He was afraid of me and even wanted to send someone to get rid of me. When my mother found out, she was so angry that she ignored him for several years."
If you just ignore it, you will never see it again.
Yan Tinglan didn’t know what Yan Tingyuan was thinking. If he had come to him when he was injured, he would have saved him for his mother’s sake.
But Yan Tingyuan was afraid that once he arrived at the palace and saw its prosperity, he would not want to leave.
But on his deathbed, he was still panicked. He was worried that his son was still young and could not defeat Yan Tingyu. He was afraid that the country would fall into Yan Tingyu's hands, so he begged Yan Tinglan to come back.
When Yan Tinglan returned, he had just died and could not be saved even if he wanted to.
"Ali, I have already informed her. She will be back soon."
"Um."
"Mother is fine, Ali, don't feel burdened."
"Um."
Zhu Fuli lay in his arms, his embrace was warm, his big hands patted her back gently, the voice in her ears was low and gentle, and her eyelids felt heavy.
Yan Tinglan kissed her cheek, pulled the quilt over her, and hugged her contentedly.
After Zhu Fuli woke up, she nestled lazily in his arms, looking up at him.
His eyelids moved, and his big hands moved from her waist to her neck. He closed his eyes and kissed the corner of her lips based on his feeling, "Ali."
"Yeah." She responded softly.
Yan Tinglan opened his eyes, picked her up, straightened her clothes, and asked someone to fetch her piano.
He sat down in front of the piano and played three pieces for her.
She listened attentively, but her eyes couldn't help but fall on him.
"What is this piece of music?"
He held her in his arms, "Spring is beautiful and the scenery is bright, the phoenix seeks the phoenix."
"Can I teach Ali?"
"Hmm, did you create it? I've never heard of it, but it sounds very familiar to me."
"No, I dreamed about it." He hugged her tightly, resting his chin on her shoulder, and said half-jokingly: "Maybe we were lovers in our past lives. You and I often played, so Ah Li would feel familiar with it?"
These three piano pieces do not exist in this world.
Zhu Fuli didn't say anything. She absurdly felt that what he said might be true. She had no reason, but she was inexplicably certain of it.
"Ali, I have another song here, do you want to listen to it?"
"Um."
He held her in his arms and plucked the strings lightly with his fingertips. The sound was calm and peaceful at first, then rose in pitch and became lively and cheerful, like a joyful heartbeat.
Then, the tone lowered, like a restrained liking, a little bit happy but also afraid of disturbing.
Then, the sound of the piano broke through the shackles, high and cheerful, as if what one wanted was fulfilled.
In the end, the piano music becomes passionate, like lovers falling in love.
Zhu Fuli was stunned and couldn't help but put his hand on the strings. The sound of the piano stagnated for a moment and then continued well, bright and clear until the end of the song.
Yan Tinglan hugged her tightly, his fingertips trembling, "Ali..."
"Where did you get this tune?" Zhu Fuli pressed his fingers on the strings, feeling a little confused.
The piano music in her dream was actually played by him.
She had searched through all the music scores, but couldn't find this piece.
"In the dream, this song is called Falling in Love."
This was created by him and her after they got married. At the beginning, it was his surprise and joy at first sight, and at the end, it was his excitement after being together for a long time.
"Ali, love at first sight is a thousand years. I'm never lying to you. I really, really like you."
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