In the master bedroom.
A red pillow.
A red blanket.
A red mattress.
Zhang Ye had already crawled into bed and was thinking about all sorts of things as he lay there. It had not been easy for him to get this far. He had trampled over so many competitors and finally managed to marry Wu Zeqing after so much hardship. Calm down, calm down. This was not the time to be anxious. The two of them had already known each other for so long and had been in love for a year or two, so a few more minutes wouldn't make a difference. This bit of waiting was nothing.
Was it hard?
Look at the Red Army's 25,000 troops!
Was it tiring?
Think of the revolutionary veterans!
"Old Wu."
"What's the matter?"
"Are you done yet?"
"Soon."
A few minutes later.
"Old Wu."
"Yes?"
"Are you done showering?"
"I'll be done soon."
A few more minutes later.
"Old Wu."
"Yes, I heard you."
"Can you hurry up?"
"Hur hur, OK."
She only wanted to take a proper shower and listened to Zhang Ye's urging.
Zhang Ye sat up on the bed and felt uncomfortable. He lay down again, but still felt uncomfortable. He turned around again, but still could not calm down. He put on his slippers and got out of bed. He walked around with his hands behind his back and happened to walk to the piano in the room. Looking down, Zhang Ye sat down.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Zhang Ye opened his eyes and placed his hands on the piano keys.
A light and joyful piano sound rippled out like flowing water. The image of a woman seemed to jump out of the song.
She was gentle and beautiful.
This was Beethoven's "Für Elise."
The original title was "Bagatelle in A minor."
As he played, Zhang Ye's heart slowly calmed down.
...
In the neighborhood.
In a building.
"Hubby, listen."
"Who's playing the piano?"
"It sounds so nice."
"Yeah, what song is this?"
"I don't know."
...
In another building.
"Dad, are you playing music?"
"No, I'm not."
"Is that the sound coming from outside? Is someone playing the piano? "
"It's coming from that direction again? Someone played it over there the last time. "
"Right, I remember that too. It was a pop accompaniment last time, but it's different this time!"
"Not bad."
"Hmm, it sounds so good."
…
In another house.
"Who is it? Playing the zither in the middle of the night! "
"Shh!"
"What?"
"Don't talk, I'm listening!"
"Is it nice?"
"Don't say anything if you don't understand!"
…
In another house.
It was the home of a piano teacher.
In the bedroom, the middle-aged man and woman had already fallen asleep, but suddenly, the middle-aged man woke up with a start. He pricked up his ears and immediately sat up on the bed.
His wife woke up too. "What's wrong?"
The husband said in shock, "Who, who is this?"
His wife also heard the piano and was slightly stunned. "Rondo?"
Then, the more the two of them listened, the more shocked and shocked they became!
His wife took a deep breath and asked, "Which master is this?"
Husband: "Have you heard this song before?"
His wife: "No, definitely not published!"
The husband said in amazement, "I can count the number of pianists in the country with this level of performance with one hand. There is no pianist in the world who can write such a piece of music. Who is he? Since when did such a person move into our neighborhood? "
The music was nearing its end. When the melody reached its climax, it suddenly turned down in a descending chromatic scale. At the same time, the intensity of the melody gradually weakened. At the end, there was a mark that slowed down as it slowly melted back into the overlay of the music. Finally, the music ended with an overlay that omitted the repetition.
The husband and wife were mesmerized by it.
…
At Old Wu's house.
In the bedroom.
The piano's final note reverberated.
Zhang Ye retracted his hands and was finally satisfied.
Suddenly, a round of applause came from behind him.
Zhang Ye turned around and said with a smile, "You're done showering?"
Wu Zeqing slowly clapped her hands and said, "This song is great. What's it called?"
Zhang Ye casually said, "'Für Alice.'"
Wu Zeqing looked at him and asked, "Who is Alice?"
Hearing this, Zhang Ye was also stunned.
Who is Alice?
How would I know who Alice is!?
Zhang Ye was afraid that Old Wu would misunderstand that he knew another woman named Alice, so he hurriedly explained, "Hai, I was just saying. If you're willing, you can call it 'Für Wu Zeqing,' 'Für Wang Erhong,' or 'Für Widow Sun.'" If Beethoven were still alive in this world, the first person he would kill would probably be Zhang Ye.
Wu Zeqing laughed and said, "What kind of names are those?"
Zhang Ye stood up. "Then, isn't it time to rest?"
Old Wu said, "I haven't heard enough of it yet."
"Aiya, let's talk about it tomorrow." Zhang Ye couldn't help but say, "If you really want to listen to it, I'll hold a concert for you tomorrow. I'll just play for you for three days and three nights. It's getting late now, so don't disturb the other residents in the neighborhood. Let's hurry up and get some rest."
Old Wu nodded.
Zhang Ye got into bed first and crawled under the covers. He even pulled off the other side of the blanket. "Hurry, hurry, hurry."
Wu Zeqing smiled and nodded. She walked over unhurriedly and elegantly took off her slippers. She lifted up her beautiful legs that were draped over the bathrobe and placed them under the blanket. She had just taken a hot shower, so her legs were still a little warm.
White and shiny!
Fragrant and tender!
And it was even plentiful!
These legs were too beautiful!
Under the blanket, the fragrant scent of a woman filled the air.
Zhang Ye squeezed his way over to her side. His hands were getting restless as well.
Old Wu did not move and was extremely gentle.
Seeing this, Zhang Ye became even more unbridled. There was no need to mention the satisfaction he felt in his heart. If not for the atmosphere, he would have really wanted to sing a song: That's a magical path to the heavens!
Bada.
The lights were switched off.
"Creak."
"Creak."
The bed started moving.
It was a scene of spring under the blanket.
Five minutes later.
The sounds stopped.
"Old Wu."
"Yes?"
"Why don't you put on the dragon and phoenix gown?"
"Why?"
"You look pretty in it today. I'm envious."
"Hur hur, OK."
"I'll go get it for you."
Click. The lights were switched on.
Zhang Ye brought the gown over and Old Wu put it on.
The lights were dimmed.
"Creak."
"Creak."
"Creak."
Five minutes later.
It was quiet under the blanket again.
"Madam."
"Yes?"
"Put on your wedding gown again for me to see."
"You're still wearing it?"
"I haven't seen enough of you in your wedding gown. I've only taken a few glances today."
"OK."
"Where is it? I'll go get it."
"It's in the box that I brought back."
"Alright."
Zhang Ye ran over to get it.
Wu Zeqing put it on.
The wedding gown was a little tight and not easy to put on. Zhang Ye anxiously helped Old Wu fiddle with it for a long time before she finally managed to put it on. In the end, he even made a request.
"Wear high heels as well."
"Wear shoes as well?"
"They look good on me."
"OK."
"Don't dim the lights. I won't be able to see."
"OK."
"Can you just lie there?"
"Like this?"
"No, no, like this."
"Like this?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"Hur hur, it's done."
“OK！”
On this night.
Old Wu changed into several outfits.
On this night.
Zhang Ye took the first blood and reached the pinnacle of his life!
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