Daily life of working as a substitute bride for a wealthy family

Xiang Ran suddenly had an idea: "Qin, have you proofread it?"

Sheng Yang opened the solid wood top of the grand piano, sat on the piano bench, and tried a few notes: "I've tuned it, why don't you try it?"

Xiang Ran immediately said, "Can you play a song for me first?"

She had made up her mind that after Sheng Yang finished playing the piano, she would flatter him and make him confused. Once he was happy, she would change the subject.

Sheng Yang has beautiful hands and plays the music smoothly.

When Xiang Ran was a child, she had imagined what the piano prince would look like, but she always only had a vague figure. Now she thought that it must be Sheng Yang.

She looked at her own slender hands and couldn't help but recall that one year a beautiful music teacher from the city came to the village primary school.

This was the first time Xiang Ran had an intuitive feeling about fashion and beauty.

She shyly hid beside the organ played by her young and beautiful teacher, watching her play the piano.

The teacher turned around, squeezed her hand and exclaimed, "Wow, Xiang Ran, your hands are so suitable for playing the piano."

But in the years that followed, she never owned a piano, not even an electronic one.

She knew that her musical sense was actually not bad. When she was a child, she could play "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" on a cardboard box with her hair, and she could also fill a bowl with water and tap out a tune with chopsticks.

But when she was young, she had no chance... no chance to own a real musical instrument.

She took care of her younger brothers and sisters, cooked, studied hard on cold nights, and worried about household matters... In short, she never thought about the piano again.

Only after the song ended did Xiang Ran react.

Seeing Sheng Yang coming over, she was a little at a loss.

The teardrops hanging on her eyelashes suddenly fell!

"Why are you crying? This song is not too sad." Sheng Yang touched her head.

"I...I remembered something."

"whats the matter?"

"Nothing, I just feel a little regretful..."

Xiang Ran didn't know what she was saying. She had lost control of herself just now and hadn't had time to calm down.

"Regret?" Sheng Yang looked up and asked her, "You heard that—regret?

Finished!

Finished!

It must be completely contrary to what this music is trying to express!

How to do?

Just when Xiang Ran was awkwardly trying to make up for what he had just said.

Sheng Yang said, "I started learning piano at the age of ten, which was very late... Unlike you who started learning piano at the age of four, so my playing is not very good. But this song is my own arrangement. The original song is actually called "Hope."

"Hope?" Xiang Ran thought, it was indeed the opposite of what he was thinking.

"However, when I was playing just now, I thought of an old memory, so it was inevitable that my emotions were involved." Sheng Yang looked at the woman beside him with a deepening gaze. "An event—something that brings back some regrets and sorrows. I was too young at the time, and I didn't consider other people's feelings when I spoke and acted."

Oh? Isn't this just a case of a blind cat catching a dead mouse?

Just by talking nonsense, I revealed the sound of his piano?

Xiang Ran didn't dare to look him in the eye.

Sheng Yang hugged her: "Yiqing, you really surprised me."

Xiang Ran was held so tightly by him that she couldn't breathe.

I feel bitter: Surprise?

One day, you will realize that it is not a surprise, but a shock.

Xiang Ran's eyes fell on the phonograph.

She wanted to take the opportunity to change the subject - what if he asked her to play another song right away?

"Sheng Yang, can your antique phonograph play music?"

Sheng Yang finally released his arms that were holding her.

Like a child showing off, he walked over to the record rack and said, "Of course. What song do you want to hear?"

Xiang Ran knows nothing about records.

To avoid embarrassment.

She had no choice but to answer: "Whatever!"

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The music coming out of the phonograph is very different.

Although Xiang Ran didn't understand music, she felt that it was a song from the last century.

It's like coming through a time tunnel.

Sheng Yang took her hand and spun her around—"Yiqing, want to dance?"

Dance?

Xiang Ran knows a little bit about ballroom dancing.

She joined a school club during her freshman year and learned a little, but because it affected her ability to earn money, she quit.

All I can do now is close my eyes and jump?

Sheng Yang's heavy and hot breath sprayed on the top of her head, and her face became hot.

Sheng Yang's footsteps followed the rhythm, and every beat was just right.

At this time he gently took her around in another circle.

Because it was spinning so fast, she felt a little dizzy. She held his hand tightly, but kept her eyes on the ground, afraid of stepping on his feet...

"Look at me, why are you looking at the ground?"

Xiang Ran could only look at him, but the handsome and tall man was surrounded by gentle light, including in his eyes.

"Sheng Yang——"

"Hmm?" His eyes were burning, and slowly the look in his eyes that was staring at her began to look strange.

"It's getting late." Xiang Ran avoided his gaze.

His eyes were so deep that it frightened her a little...

She tried to pull her hand away, but he held it tighter.

Sheng Yang lowered his head and slowly kissed her hair, then her brow...

The slightly wrinkled brows were ironed by his lips.

Gradually stretching out...