316 Listen to the piano again
"Wait!" Xiao Moye said, taking out another fluffy nightgown from the cupboard and putting it on for her, "It's cold now, you just got out of the sex, just run downstairs, be careful to catch the cold. "
She sticks out her tongue, originally intending to take care of him, but instead he often takes care of her.
Go downstairs and walk to the kitchen, because the servants are already asleep, so the first floor at this moment is quiet, revealing an indescribable tranquility. Chu Huan opened the refrigerator and turned out tribute balls, shrimp balls, shiitake mushrooms, mushrooms, and tomatoes, then began washing and cutting vegetables, and then put the ingredients into the pot all at once.
The soft light in the kitchen fell on her. All her attention was focused on the materials. She was attentive, as if she was doing a big thing. She didn’t even notice him at this moment. She was so focused. Look at her.
After closing the lid of the pot, Chu Huan sighed for a long sigh, turned around and smiled at Xiao Moye, "You can eat it in a while, this is super nutritious tribute ball soup!"
His eyes were still looking at her steadily, without speaking.
She blinked suspiciously, then put her hand in front of him and waved it.
He grabbed her hand suddenly, her hand was a little bit icy and a little red because of the cold water washing the vegetables just now.
"Is it cold?" He asked, it's already December, and the water is as cold as you can imagine.
"It's a bit cold, but it's okay!" Chu Huan didn't care much about it. "When I lived in the dormitory, in the winter, I didn't use cold water to wash clothes. At that time, I had to soak in water for more than half an hour..."
Before he finished speaking, her hands were already wrapped in his palms, and she rubbed them carefully, warming her hands little by little.
"Is it warmer?" he asked.
Her face flushed, "It's warm!"
"Don't get soaked in cold water in the winter!" he said.
"Which can be washed with hot water!" she yelled.
"Then I will wash it." A man who looks like a child of heaven is willing to do these things for her.
Chu Huan was stunned, his round apricot eyes blinked, looked at Xiao Moye, and then smiled sweetly, "But I like to do these things for you, washing vegetables and cooking, so it's cold and nothing at all. "Now she really understands why her mother is busy in the kitchen every day, but she is still happy. Because preparing food for your loved one is really a very happy thing.
After a pause, she continued, "Although I still don't know how to cook, I will learn it slowly. After I learn it, I want to make it for you every day from now on."
He was stunned, these words, word by word, came into his ears and burned into his heart. His joy, how much should he love him, will he say such a thing!
And these words are what he has longed for for a long time!
"I like it very much." He dropped his head and gently kissed the back of her warming hand.
"like?"
"Like you cooking for me, like me coming back late at night, you will be by my side." How long did he long for such a day? "After the Chinese New Year, when the spring starts, we will get married!" he murmured. I want her to stay in his life completely, I want her to belong to him completely, and even more, I want her to give birth to their children.
"Marriage?" She blinked and looked at the engagement ring in her hand. It seemed that the engagement hadn't been long, and she was getting married again
"Yes, get married." He nodded, "I really want to... I want to..."
She stared at him blankly, his eyes seemed to be magical, constantly attracting her to indulge...
"I..." She just opened her mouth, and the tribute ball soup that was being cooked on the stove had already been thrown out, and she made a bang.
"Ah! Suffered!" Chu Huan exclaimed, and quickly turned off the fire, then opened the lid and looked at the pot. Fortunately, it was a bit overcooked, but it didn't affect the whole.
Put the salt and monosodium glutamate, put the soup out, and put it on the table in the living room one by one, and that's it!
"Eat first, it won't taste good when it's cold!" Chu Huan said. When the weather is cold, hot things are especially easy to get cold.
"Okay." He smiled lightly, sat down, scooped up a tribute pill, blew a few breaths, and ate it with a bite.
"How?" Knowing that the gong pill actually tastes the same when cooked, she still couldn't help asking.
"It's delicious," he replied.
She was relieved to start eating the things in her bowl. It might be because of the hungry stomach, Chu Huan insisted that this soup was more delicious than usual.
After eating the tribute ball soup, Chu Huan habitually heated two cups of milk.
Sitting on the chair in the living room, her eyes fell on the piano in the living room. It seemed that she hadn’t heard him play the piano for a long time. The last time, it seemed that it was also at night, when she listened to him playing "Water Monster", she felt It was as if he had heard the sound of nature.
"Mo Ye, can you play the first tune?" she suggested.
"Okay." He got up, rolled up his sleeves a little, and sat down in front of the black piano. "What do you want to hear?"
She thought for a while and said, "It's still "Water Monster"." She thought for a while, this is the song she likes to listen to, and he plays it very well!
The slender fingers moved fluently on the piano keys, so elegant and casual.
When the notes came out from his fingertips, when these notes made up a beautiful music, she was addicted to it.
In my dim sleep, I seemed to hear a beautiful and harmonious voice, whispering whispers around me.
It is like a melancholy and soft song, which is choppy.
Listen, listen, it's me, it's the water spirit...
She murmured and sang, begging me to accept her ring and become the husband of the water elf, to visit her palace together and be the king of the lakes.
I replied to her that I love a mortal woman. She was angry and jealous and cried and laughed wildly.
Then, disappearing in the shower, water drops gurgling along the blue glass windows...
(I like this piano poem very much, I hope you all like it too)
Water monster, water monster... Ah, the whispering whisper of the fairy...
Chu Huan held the warm milk cup and listened quietly, until the milk cup in her hand changed from warm to cold, she suddenly realized that she didn't know how long she had been listening!
Is it ten minutes, or 20 minutes, 30 minutes? Or maybe it's longer and longer...