Dudu looked at He Han and Ye Fan expectantly, holding their hands together. His eyes were serious, and neither of them could bear to resist.
Do you want to sleep with Dudu at night? No one has answered Dudu for this question yet.
At this moment, a gurgling sound suddenly sounded in the air, breaking the silence in the room.
Dudu touched her belly with some embarrassment: "Mom and Dad, are you hungry?"
Ye Fan suddenly laughed, and she bent down and squatted in front of Dudu. Dudu's small body was wrapped in a down jacket, and it looked chubby and chubby.
She stretched out her hand, poked Dudu's belly lightly, and asked softly, "Is Dudu hungry?"
It was too cold outside the villa just now. Walking in the deep winter air, you can feel the coldness. Even if there is sunlight, it cannot be dispelled.
Now they have been in the house for a while, and their whole bodies have heated up.
Ye Fan carefully helped Dudu take off his down jacket. Inside him was a small gray sweater, which made his chubby face even whiter.
Dudu smiled and ran out of the bedroom. When He Han and Ye Fan came out, he was already standing by the dining table obediently, waiting for lunch.
Due to time constraints, Ye Fan fry two dishes so that Dudu can eat early.
After the three of them finished their lunch, Dudu leaned contentedly on the child seat, his belly bulged out, and the flesh on his face looked a lot fuller.
Through the open door, Dudu saw a piano in the piano room on the first floor. His eyes lit up suddenly, and Xiaoma sounded: "I want to listen to my mother playing the piano."
When Ye Fan didn't make any money, there was no musical instrument in the house. She once taught Xiaoxiao to play the piano, and Dudu was there at the time. His mother played the piano very well, and he always remembered it in his heart.
"There are only the last two games left in the competition. I don't know what the match is for now." He Han replied for Ye Fan, "Let's play the piano with Dudu today."
The two of them haven't found the right way to get along right now, but every time there is a beep, the atmosphere will always be much easier.
Ye Fan looked down at Dudu, curled his lips and smiled: "Does Dudu like to listen so much?"
Dudu's little head is little by little, which strongly indicates that the sound of mother's piano is top-notch in Dudu's heart, and no one can compare it.
Dudu thought for a while, Xiao Pang pointed his finger in He Han's direction: "Daddy likes it too."
Ye Fan subconsciously followed the beeping fingers to look over, and met He Han's eyes.
Their eyes met, and there seemed to be an inexplicable emotion hidden in He Han's eyes. She couldn't understand, but she couldn't move her eyes.
Ye Fan was startled suddenly. The warm winter sun outside the window basked in every corner of the house, and it became completely silent here.
The moment when he stared at each other was like a layer of memories.
Ye Fan had a very strange feeling.
She and He Han hadn't had much contact before, so why did his eyes feel familiar? As if he had known her for many years.
Ye Fan came back to his senses when the immature beep sounded. The little fat dun sitting next to him made a hug gesture.
The thought in his mind disappeared, Ye Fan picked up Dudu and walked to the piano room.
Ye Fan sat on the piano bench and Dudu asked: "Dudu and Dad are sitting next to you and watch you play the piano, okay?"
Ye Fan smiled: "Okay."
Two adults can sit on the piano bench, and Dudu is held in his arms by He Han and sits on the other side of the piano bench. The father and son looked at Ye Fan in this way.
Facing these two close audiences, Ye Fan did not have stage fright. Ye Fan noticed Dudu's focused gaze, she just bends her lips slightly, and a slight smile floats on her lips.
Ye Fan lifted the piano cover, and the sunlight fell on her white and slender fingers, as if a light golden light came from a cage.
He Han's eyes gradually deepened, looking at Ye Fan without blinking.
Ye Fan pondered for a few seconds, and a tune echoed in his mind. She pursed her lips, placed her fingers on the black and white keys, and played the first note.
This piece of music was composed by Ye Fan herself and it is of great significance. It was the first piece she wrote when she was studying composition in the United States.
Familiar music fell into He Han's ears, and his heart beat suddenly.
He Han's eyes flickered slightly, and the tight jaw line became more and more distinct. His eyes were tightly locked to Ye Fan, and at this time she overlapped with his memory bit by bit.
He Han's vision drifted far away, and scenes of memories flashed back constantly, extremely clear.
After the song was made public, Ye Fan had been interviewed. The reporter asked her if she had any thoughts when composing the song.
Ye Fan's answer is that there is a person who is very important to her, and she created it based on the imagination of that person.
In the piano room, the music continued to ring.
Ye Fan kept pressing the keys with his fingers. Although it had not been played for a long time, the tune was still in her heart.
He Han looked at Ye Fan intently.
And the person in the memory is really sitting beside him now, she is playing the music composed for him.
He Han looked at Ye Fan's delicate profile, her expression extremely focused. He knew that she, like him, was also sinking into past memories.
Memories that belong only to the two of them.
The piano music gradually stopped, and silence was restored in the piano room.
At this moment, a discordant sound suddenly sounded, and the beeping fingers pulled and pressed on the keys.
Ye Fan was stunned, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the chubby little hands next to him.
Dudu turned his head and looked at each other with He Han.
He giggled, turned back, and started playing the piano. He clicked to the left and right, and the rhythmless music was full of innocence and cuteness.
Ye Fan played with Dudu, and she played the tune just now.
Toot's improvisation was added to her piano sound. He Han held Dudu's little hand and pressed the keys on the piano following the meaning of Dudu.
This piano piece that once belonged to He Han and Ye Fan has now become their memories with Dudu.
After playing the piano, it suddenly snowed outside.
"Wow, it's snowing." Dudu clattered and ran to the window, his little hand was on the edge, and he looked outside with excitement.
The heavy snow fell and hovered in mid-air.
Dudu's exhaled air condensed on the glass, and Dudu held Chubby's hands on it, drawing something awkwardly.
He first drew a villain, then drew two taller people on both sides of the villain, and finally he stood on tiptoe again, drew a big love, and circled the three people in the middle.
"Mom, look." Dudu turned around and looked at Ye Fan, "This is the father, this is the mother, and the baby in the middle."
Ye Fan was amused by the sound of milk beeping milk, she squatted down and said, "Dudu draws very well."
The next second, Dudu suddenly lay in Ye Fan's arms. He stretched out his fat fingers and pointed out the window: "Mom, Dudu wants to go out to play."
Dudu's eyes were wide open, Ye Fan had no resistance to such a cute Dudu.
Ye Fan was worried that it would be too cold outside and Dudu would catch a cold. She didn't immediately agree to it, but pushed the question to He Han.
"You ask Dad, can't you?"
Dudu hurriedly turned his head to look at He Han. He also used his cute offensive to try to cute people with round eyes.
"Dad, Dudu wants to play in the snow."
He Han knew Ye Fan's thoughts, but he was not as cautious as Ye Fan. He squatted down, Dudu got out of Ye Fan's arms and stuck it on He Han's body.
He Han touched Dudu's head: "You are only allowed to play for fifteen minutes. Come in as soon as the time is up."
With He Han's promise, Dudu jumped a few times and waved his fat arms happily.
Ye Fan glanced at He Han. He Han knew what Ye Fan wanted to say. He spread out his hands helplessly. How could they refuse to let them run into such a cute son.
Dudu just wanted to open his legs and ran outside the door. His hat jumped with his fat body. The next second, his hat was grabbed by He Han.
He Han pointed to Ye Fan's direction: "Dudu, remember to listen to your mother."
Ye Fan took Dudu's coat and scarf from the sofa, Dudu immediately ran to Ye Fan's feet in coordination, and put on his coat again.
Ye Fan took a scarf around Dudu's neck a few times, and Dudu said seriously: "Mom, Dudu is very good."
With a smile at the corner of Ye Fan's mouth, he gently patted Dudu's belly: "Go."
Dudu rushed into the snow like a little chubby pier with joy. He Han took down the entire villa, and no one would disturb them unless He Han requested it.
So at this moment, there are only three of them in the silent snow.
Dudu had also seen snow before, but no one had taken him to play in the snow before. He just looked at the picture on the TV with envy, imagining when he was playing in the snow with mom and dad.
Now, every one of his wishes has come true.
Dudu wears thick gloves on his hands, even if he touches the snow directly, it won't get wet. He stepped happily with his short legs, walking deep and shallow in the snow.
Ye Fan followed Dudu with a smile in his eyes.
As soon as Ye Fan walked out of the door, a white snowflake fell on her forehead, a little damp and cool. Ye Fan took a deep breath, the air was cool.
Looking around, the heavy snow is all over the sky, and the sound of snow makes people feel calm.
In the next second, Ye Fan suddenly felt a soft touch on her neck. She was taken aback and turned to look behind her. He Han held Ye Fan's scarf in his hand, and his gaze fell straight into Ye Fan's eyes.
In He Han's dark eyes, it seemed that she was the only one left in this endless white world.
Ye Fan averted He Han's eyes, and immediately said, "I'll do it myself." She reached out to take the scarf, but she didn't expect to touch the warm touch under her palm.
Ye Fan was startled again, and she removed her finger from He Han's hand.
Ye Fan wanted to pull the scarf back, but was met with resistance. She looked at He Han with a confused expression.
Although He Han heard what Ye Fan said just now, he didn't follow suit. He still held Ye Fan's scarf and didn't let go.
He Han's attitude was very firm, insisting on helping Ye Fan to surround him, Ye Fan couldn't help holding his breath. He Han's hand moved around her neck gently.
"You remember not to let Dudu catch a cold, but you forgot to take care of yourself."
He Han's tone is very familiar, as if the two have been together for a long time.
He Han looked at Ye Fan. The distance between him and Ye Fan was not too close. The clear voice fell, but it seemed a little far away.
Ye Fan lowered his eyes, He Han's hand caught her eye, his slender fingers, with distinct joints, were placed on her scarf.
The quiet snow fell one after another, but Ye Fan felt that his face was hot.
With the movement of pulling her hair, Ye Fan tilted her side slightly and widened the distance between He Han. She breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly.
"Thank you." Ye Fan said softly.
He Han watched Ye Fan's movements with a faint smile, without piercing Ye Fan's careful thoughts, his eyes were tight, and a slight smile floated under his eyes.
"Need not."
The heavy snow fell silently, but it didn't feel cold at all.
Ye Fan withdrew his attention from He Han and put it on Dudu again. Dudu had a great time playing alone.
Dudu looked at the snow fluttering on the top and secretly made a decision.
Dudu raised his little head, opened his mouth towards the sky, and even spit out his little tongue, wanting to taste what snow is like.
The cold touch fell on the tip of his tongue, and he smacked his mouth a few times.
It doesn't seem to taste much.
"Dudu." Ye Fan's voice sounded behind Dudu, and Dudu was caught again.
Dudu hurriedly turned around and straightened his back. Every piece of flesh on his body revealed his nervousness. His little milk sound was a little flustered: "Mom, Dudu only took a bite."
Ye Fan reluctantly walked towards Dudu: "Dudu's stomach will be uncomfortable, you know?"
Dudu touched his belly and nodded obediently. He spoke to Ye Fan with a serious face about the taste of snow: "Mom, Dudu has tasted it for you. Snow is not delicious at all."
Ye Fan was amused by Dudu's childish language, and he couldn't help it with Dudu.
"Didn't Du Du mean building a snowman? Fifteen minutes will be here soon." Ye Fan kindly reminded Du Du, and after hearing Du Du, he immediately recovered.
Dudu dadada ran to He Han and took He Han's hand: "Dad, help Dudu build a snowman."
For Dudu, He Han and Ye Fan worked together to help Dudu push a small snowman, because the conditions were not enough, there was no decoration on the snowman.
That's it, Dudu couldn't like it either. He circled the snowman several times, with two pairs of bright eyes.
"Wow, mom and dad are so amazing." Dudu clapped his hands happily, his face all worshiped Ye Fan and He Han.
Dudu's little nose was frozen red, but Dudu was playing too crazy and didn't notice the cold at all.
Ye Fan looked at the time: "Okay, the time is up." Dudu was reluctant, and his little hand was on the snowman, not wanting to leave.
Ye Fan nodded Dudu's nose: "Does Dudu's words count?"
Dudu shook his head quickly: "Dudu can't, Dudu just wants to play for a while." Dudu looked at He Han again, "Dad, can you play for another five minutes?"
He Han picked Dudu up from the snow: "It won't work this time, we have already agreed."
He Han and Ye Fan didn't want to cultivate the bad habit of Dudu, and they should abide by the good things. Although Dudu was reluctant, he nodded obediently.
He Han glanced at Yan Yan's Xiao Pangdun: "Not now, but Dudu can come and play tomorrow."
Dudu looked up at He Han: "Then Xue will come to Dudu tomorrow?"
Ye Fan smiled: "Of course."
When he heard the beep, his eyes lit up, and the children's emotions came and went quickly. His bad mood was wiped out in an instant.
Ye Fan had already figured out Dudu's temper: "Do you want to drink hot milk?"
Can't play in the snow, but there is still hot milk to drink. For Dudu, food is more important than these, Dudu replied loudly: "Yes, Dudu wants to drink hot milk."
Ye Fan and He Han coaxed their soft and cute sons to be submissive. As novice parents, they adapt quickly.
Dudu returned to the room and carefully received the hot milk that Ye Fan handed him. He held the big cup in his small hand and walked to the window.
Dudu didn't know where he dragged a small bench. He sat on it obediently, drinking milk while looking at the snowman outside.
Because it was winter, it got dark early, and it didn't take long for it to be so dark that Dudu could no longer see the little snowman outside.
It just so happened that it was dinner time, and Dudu retired to He Han.
Dudu could have eaten by himself a long time ago, but he insisted on He Han feeding him mouthfuls. Because he has his own father, he can do everything with him.
One day passed quickly.
Dudu was lying on the big bed. He patted his position on both sides with Chubby's hands: "Mom and dad accompany Dudu to sleep."
Ye Fan discussed with Dudu for a while, but Dudu disagreed, his mouth slumped, as if he wanted to cry or not.
Dudu arrived in a strange place. He Han and Ye Fan were more sticky than usual, and they couldn't hold back him at all.
Dudu's eyes wide open: "Why can't mom and dad accompany Dudu to sleep?"
Ye Fan couldn't explain to Dudu that she and He Han were different from the others. They were not real husbands and wives.
Dudu was too sleepy after playing all day, but still didn't close his eyes. Ye Fan and He Han could only sleep on both sides of Dudu.
There was a beep in the middle, maybe not so embarrassing.
Ye Fan was lying on the innermost side, He Han was outside of the bed, and his small body was tucked in the middle. Ye Fan could touch He Han as long as he stretched out his hand.
Ye Fan didn't know what He Han's expression was, she just kept her eyes on Dudu's face and patted Dudu's belly lightly.
As Dudu fell asleep, He Han and Ye Fan kept looking at him.
The two maintained the same posture, looking like a pair of parents who care about their son.
Dudu was already asleep, He Han and Ye Fan raised their heads at the same time.
The eyes of the two people accidentally collided, and the air suddenly became quiet for a moment.
Although the bed was big, they were so close, their eyes seemed to have nowhere to hide.
The two had to look down at their son again and were silent.
Ye Fan was very tired. After a while, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
He Han slowly raised his eyes and stared at Ye Fan. His dark eyes had a deep meaning that seemed like nothing.
He glanced at the sleeping Dudu, his eyes fell on Ye Fan again.
He Han bends his lips. In this world, his two most important people are lying beside him at this moment.
He closed his eyes and fell asleep quietly.
It was late at night, and only the moonlight outside the window was still carefully looking at the earth.
In the quiet room, He Han and Ye Fan's heads inadvertently leaned together, and they did not notice in their sleep.
The breath of the two of them was very close, entwining lightly and shallowly.