The living room was so quiet that I could hear my own breathing.
Zhou Chen took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket, poured a pill for me, I took it for a while, and finally felt better.
"Is Qi Shu looking for me?" I asked while clutching the pillow.
Zhou Chen hummed and said, "It's safe here, don't be afraid."
I have no way not to be afraid.
There are still scars on my body that haven't healed yet, always reminding me of what happened to this body.
There are also actions of unconsciously protecting the lower abdomen at certain moments, which also reminds me that I once had Qi Shu's child, and lost him because of Qi Shu.
The stitches on the wound next to the brow bone were just removed a few days ago, and every morning when I look in the mirror, I can see an ugly scar snaking across my forehead.
If Qi Shu saw it, he would lose interest in me forever.
He wasn't willing to ruin Wen Yan and Wen Ziqing, but he was willing to do this to me.
Suddenly thought of something, I asked Zhou Chen: "Did I cause you trouble..."
"As I said, you don't need to think about it." Zhou Chen really didn't seem to care much, "If he had other ways, he wouldn't talk to me on the phone."
I hope so.
Zhou Chen didn't go out for the next few days. I just sprained my ankle, and there are servants and housekeepers at home, so he still has to watch me personally.
He has already decided that I am a disabled and careless fool with a tenth level of self-care ability, and I can't argue with it.
When my feet finally healed, Zhou Chen came back one day and dragged out a big box from the car. The butler carefully helped to move the box to the living room. Zhou Chen stood beside me and said to me, "Open it and have a look."
So big, what could it be
Open the box, inside is a shiny and warm walnut xylophone case.
... violin
My breath stopped, and my heart began to beat faster.
Open the piano case, a beautiful cello lay inside.
Really piano.
"I asked a friend to take this photo, do you like it?" Zhou Chen asked.
I haven't touched the piano for a long time.
When my fingers touch the smooth and delicate piano surface, I seem to hear the years flowing on it, and all the cells in my body wake up following the notes in my mind.
Turns out I still have something to love.
"I like it." I looked up at Zhou Chen, "Is this for me?"
He froze for a moment, looked away a little unnaturally, and said, "Take it as a gift to you in advance..."
There aren't any holidays recently, he thought about it, and reluctantly said: "Children's Day gift."
After the surprise, I suddenly felt uneasy.
This violin looked very unusual to the touch. Zhou Chen said that he had photographed it and probably spent a lot of money.
"Too precious, I..."
"It's nothing more expensive than your good mood." He interrupted me, "If you really feel ashamed, you can pay it back by playing."
I was about to say something, but he said again: "But it's not today, it's too late, you should rest."
Before going to bed, I still couldn't help tuning the strings, and played a tune on the balcony of the room.
This is an excellent piano with a mellow and long-lasting sound and a unique texture that has been accumulated over a long period of time. Judging by my shallow experience, it is at least two centuries old.
The summer night was quiet, and outside the window was Zhou Chen's rose garden. He once said that the fragrance of flowers has no meaning, but I think there are still some.
Just like now, when I close my eyes, I can still feel the warm breath in the wind.
I think I'm a little bit into roses.
In the afternoon of the second day, I played a cello piece by a Japanese musician I like very much for Zhou Shen.
Sunshine like broken gold sprinkled on him, and in the flowing notes, I heard the resonance from the depths of his heart.
— This is the superpower of every musician, capturing the vibration of the same frequency in the vast crowd.
Zhou Chen's eyebrows and eyes are very good-looking. I used to think his face was familiar, probably because he was somewhat similar to Qi Shu.
But now I know they are different, because there is a calmness and tenderness that Qi Shu will never have.
At the end of the song, I held the bow in my hand and gave him a gentleman's salute.
He got up and came, stood in front of me, and said softly, "Thank you."
The butler and the servants stood not far away and applauded lightly. I turned around and bowed to them again.
Everyone here is nice, kind and considerate, and they take care of me silently, always making me forget that I am a guest.
These days, my cook and I learned how to bake a box of chiffon cakes that will not crack, and the uncle who took care of the garden learned how to cut shrubs into beautiful shapes.
Zhou Chen never stopped me from doing anything, unless I forgot to take my medicine.
Sometimes I forget on purpose. After a handful of pills, I have no appetite for anything else.
We were sitting on the bench in the yard basking in the sun, Zhou Chen said that he would be away for a while, and I will take care of myself in the next few days.
I nervously asked where are you going, did Qi Shu do something to you
He smiled helplessly and said, "My susceptibility period is coming."
susceptible period…
In the physiology class, just like omega's estrous period, alpha's susceptible period will be extremely sensitive to pheromones and become difficult to control. The higher the alpha level, the more terrifying the susceptibility period.
During the four years by Qi Shu's side, he would find another omega to spend every time, so I don't know much about it, and I haven't seen what an alpha in the susceptible period looks like with my own eyes.
"Do you want to find an omega to accompany you..."
I'm not too embarrassed to ask. When I think that Zhou Chen, who seems to be extremely abstinent, will also have a side that is hard to control, I feel my whole face burn.
But thinking about it again, it's not surprising that a high-quality alpha of his age has one or two or more bed partners.
"No." He shook his head, "I took the inhibitor, and it passed after I endured it."
"In that case, it doesn't matter here, right? I'm a beta, so it won't affect you." I blurted out.
He took a deep look at me, took off his glasses and sighed: "I don't want to take any risks."
"Oh… "
I remembered, there are other omega and alpha in the house, they might interfere with Zhou Chen.
He left in the evening, and as the sun went down, I felt empty in my heart.
In the evening, I baked biscuits with my sister, the cook. She said that Mr. Zhou likes chocolate chip cookies with less sugar and slightly bitterness.
I took a picture of the baked biscuit and sent it to Zhou Chen, and he replied: [The one on the left is cuter. ]
The one on the left is made by me, crooked and different in size. The one on the right is made by the cook sister, neat, even and beautiful.
Me: [cuteness is comfort for the ugly duckling]
Zhou Shen: [No, cuteness is a preference for the white swan]
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