Chapter 248 Playing the Piano
Mu Huaian's gaze was too enthusiastic, and Yu Qinghuan noticed it quickly. Seeing that he didn't even eat much of the rice in his bowl, could it be that the food was not to his liking?
"But the food is not to your liking?"
Mu Huaian shook his head and smiled faintly, "No, it suits my taste very well."
As he spoke, he picked up his chopsticks and put a lot of food into the bowl, but he didn't eat it. Instead, he talked about something else. "When I came here today, I passed by a house and heard someone playing the piano. It was the song you played before."
Yu Qinghuan raised her eyebrows slightly, "How's the playing?"
Mu Huaian: "I can't hear it clearly, but it just reminds me that you and I haven't played the piano for a long time."
When I think about it, it’s been almost a year.
Yu Qinghuan also missed the days at the farm. That was arguably her happiest time.
Seeing that Mu Huaian didn't seem to have an appetite, she simply stood up and walked to the inner room. When she came out, she was holding a zither in her arms and smiling. "There just happens to be a zither in the room. Why don't we play a few tunes tonight?"
Mu Huaian raised the corners of his lips slightly, "Okay, but I want to do something else."
Yu Qinghuan was puzzled. What else?
Soon, Mu Huaian told her the answer with his actions.
...
The candlelight flickered in the exquisite lamp, and the warm yellow light made everything in the room ambiguous and peaceful.
Yu Qinghuan sat upright in front of the piano table, his back straight, his slender white fingers falling on the cold strings, and the sound of the piano was melodious.
But she happened to be held in Mu Huaian's arms and sat on his lap.
The faint scent of agarwood and warm body temperature intertwined, and the two bodies were pressed tightly together.
Yu Qinghuan's fingers trembled slightly, and the sound of the piano stopped for a moment, then quickly resumed, but it was obviously disordered.
Mu Huaian's gentle voice suddenly came to my ears, "Ah Huan, you played it wrong."
Yu Qinghuan bit her lip, "I know."
Mu Huaian lowered his head slightly, "If you play it wrong again, you will be punished."
Hearing this, Yu Qinghuan suddenly became nervous.
Her breathing became irregular and her body trembled slightly. She tried hard to force herself to focus on the strings under her fingers.
"Zheng——" A loud and almost piercing sound exploded!
She played it wrong again.
Mu Huaian's lips suddenly showed a smile, "Wrong again."
...
In the courtyard, Sang Ru was originally admiring the moon while brewing the tea that Xiao Wu brought. She said that it was given to her by the young master, probably because she was always tactful.
Just as she was feeling that her life with the girl was getting better and better, she heard the sound of a piano coming from the house.
The music was melodious and pleasant. It was her daughter playing the piano. It seemed that the girl was in a good mood today and was even able to play the piano for the young master.
But the next moment, the piano music began to become chaotic, sometimes loud, sometimes soft...
Even though she was a little maid who knew no music, she could still tell that Yu Qinghuan was playing the piano randomly.
Sang Ru was silent for a long time, then calmly poured herself a cup of hot tea. She understood.
And just then, Xiaoying came.
Listening to the chaotic piano sounds in the room, he resisted the urge to cover his ears and thought: Madam Yu plays the piano so badly!
"Miss Sang Ru, my master still wants to drink the porridge this afternoon. Could you please make another bowl?"
Sang Ru didn't want to move. "There's more in the kitchen. I made a pot this afternoon."
That big pot is enough for Lord Cheng to drink not only one bowl, but ten bowls.
Xiaoying smiled and said to her, "But my master has a picky palate and only wants to drink freshly brewed tea. It would be best if Miss Yu could deliver it to him personally. Thank you very much, Miss Sangru."
Sang Ru's forehead twitched. Your master doesn't want to drink porridge, he clearly wants to eat people.
I thought Lord Cheng was so generous that he handed the person over to the young master so readily just now, but now he is sending people to snatch the person away with a helpless look on his face.
She smiled wryly as she drank the tea sent by the young master, but she would never do such a wicked thing. "My daughter is busy discussing the music score with the young master right now. She doesn't have time to bring porridge to Mr. Cheng. Please go back."
Xiaoying was thick-skinned. Seeing that Sang Ru could not be relied upon, she decided to go and pass the message herself, and by the way, she called out to the young master, saying that it was time to leave and not to stay in the Cheng Mansion.
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