I want to be my ex-boyfriend's aunt every day

“I know it’s a homesick song.”

"Go on." That was an affirmation.

After receiving encouragement, Xia Yunshu began to analyze the situation non-stop. Wu Pei nodded, "You actually figured it out. That's really amazing."

After that, whenever Wu Pei had a performance abroad, he would always reserve a ticket for Xia Yunshu.

She can come if she can, and even if she doesn't have time to come, she has to put the ticket away.

Over time, the two became close friends who could talk about anything. On Xia Yunshu's birthday, Wu Pei ate udon noodles with her. At that time, Xia Yunshu's sadness was out of control, and she told her everything.

Wu Pei severely condemned Xia Hong, saying that he was a stinky man who had no opinion and was irresponsible. Xia Yunshu was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

After that day, Wu Pei composed a song for Xia Yunshu. This song was sad and beautiful. Because of this song, Wu Pei's reputation rose again.

After all, playing is something that can be acquired through training.

But composing music is a natural talent. When the piece was played for the second time, Wu Pei fell ill. That was also the last time Xia Yunshu met Wu Pei. Three months later, Wu Pei's illness got out of control.

She returned to China. At that time, Xia Yunshu was still studying and could only contact Wu Pei through email.

Many months passed and the two lost contact.

Later, Xia Yunshu saw the obituary sent from her account in her inbox.

At that time, Xia Yunshu cried her heart out. After returning to China, she specifically inquired about Wu Pei's information. She only knew that her husband was a chaebol of the group, and the media was not convenient to disclose his identity. It was half a year later when Xia Yunshu found Wu Pei's cemetery.

She regarded her as a close friend regardless of age difference and as a mother.

And what about Wu Pei? Didn't she treat her as her daughter?

Xia Yunshu was preparing to rest, but after she finished washing up, she heard the sound of wind outside. She was worried that it would rain, so after closing the window, she noticed that the window of the room next door was also open. She entered carefully and actually saw an exquisite piano.

Feeling itchy to play, Xia Yunshu sat down and started to play.

This is the music created by Wu Pei inspired by her story.

In the piano room, the chords gradually became disordered and no longer formed a melody.

She could no longer remember what the music score was, the last string of notes disappeared, and her hands gracefully left the piano.

But at this moment, Xia Yunshu suddenly noticed the dark shadow on the piano mirror. She suddenly became nervous and turned back quickly.

Only when she saw that the person coming was Fu Yufan did she breathe a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Fu, why are you here?" Her voice was a little hoarse.

She had seen the immersive performance from beginning to end. She played the piano passionately and he listened with great fascination.

Now, the two looked at each other.

He saw the fluorescence in the corner of her eyes.

"Music is the most intoxicating thing." Fu Yufan agreed, but soon he walked to the window and closed it. His eyes became much fiercer and he asked, "Who asked you to come here?"

Xia Yunshu did not realize the seriousness of the problem.

In fact, he seldom came into this room since his mother passed away, letting the silence spread inch by inch, letting the darkness swallow him inch by inch. Everything here easily triggered the catalyst of his memory.

The mother's voice, smile and appearance are so clear, and the elegance of her gestures is interpreted vividly.

But every time he came to this piano room, his mood became particularly sad. At that time, his parents were busy living in different places, and he was studying abroad. How could the family business be so prosperous?

After he became successful, he wanted his mother to see him very much, but the reality did not go as he wished, as beauty is envied by God.

Xia Yunshu knew nothing about all this. She said awkwardly, "It felt like it was going to rain, so I came over. I saw the piano and couldn't help but..."

Fu Yufan said in a cold tone, "This is not the place you should come to. This will not happen again. Let's go." Hearing this, Xia Yunshu felt something was wrong.

She followed him like a quail.

Finally he came out and asked timidly, "Mr. Fu likes music. I didn't expect you can play the piano?" But Fu Yufan quickly shook his head.

"If you don't like music, why do you have a piano room at home?"

He then asked, "That piano is made of three tones, and it's obviously priceless. If you don't like it, why would you spend a huge amount of money to buy it? Are you buying it for collection? Whose music do you like?"

Xia Yunshu asked step by step.

But the next moment, Fu Yufan's tight string broke with a bang, and he scolded coldly, "You asked too many questions tonight. This is not what you should know."

Seeing that he was angry, Xia Yunshu turned around and was about to leave.

But just as he was about to move his feet, he asked, "I'm curious, how did you manage to play as you wished?"

The only regret that my mother did not leave behind was the score of this piece of music. What was even more regrettable was that during the two years when my mother was seriously ill, she was only able to perform it twice, once at the Broadway Theater and once at the Mei Lanfang Grand Theater.

There was no video recording on both occasions, but the scenes were unprecedentedly grand.

Xia Yunshu was invited to participate once. After the performance, Wu Pei told everyone the story behind the music, but Xia Yunshu never saw Wu Pei again after that.

She wasn't going to answer.

She didn't even look back, her eyes passed through the window, looking at the huge trees destroyed by the strong wind, "I like this song. It was composed for me by the Chinese musician I respected most."

"Written for you?" Fu Yufan grabbed Xia Yunshu's shoulders and forced her to look into his eyes.

He asked sternly, "What do you mean by composed for you?"

Back then, he knew the secret about this music. Before her death, his mother even asked him to find the poor girl and told him to help her to the best of his ability if he found out about her in the future.

Xia Yunshu held back tears; her mother had died early, and Wu Pei played the role of a complete mother.

She told him everything that had happened, and after hearing this, Fu Yufan was enlightened.

"So that poor girl my mother was talking about is you? It's you?" Is the world so small? After many twists and turns, a clever closed loop was formed.

Xia Yunshu's shoulder hurt, and she pushed Fu Yufan's hand away.

"Let go! You're hurting me. If you don't believe me, why are you asking me so many questions?" She was about to leave, but at that moment she seemed to have thought of something and asked curiously, "Is Teacher Wu your mother?"

How is this possible?

After all, there is not a trace of Wu Pei's genes on his face, let alone that sense of ease, composure and restrained elegance.

Fu Yufan didn't know whether he was happy or excited. He nodded and said, "I thought it would be impossible for me to find you."

"Is Teacher Wu really your mother?" Xia Yunshu looked at her in disbelief.

Fu Yufan nodded vigorously. "My mother is ill. She asked me to look for you in the intensive care unit. Alice, right? When you were in England, your name was Alice?"