Chapter 84
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Dudu looked at He Han and Ye Fan expectantly, his little hands clasped together. His gaze was very serious, and the two of them couldn't bear to resist.
Do you want to sleep with Dudu tonight? No one answered Dudu for the time being.
At this moment, there was a rumbling sound in the air, breaking the silence in the room.
Dudu rubbed his little belly in embarrassment. "Daddy, Mommy, are you hungry?"
Ye Fan suddenly laughed out loud. She bent down and squatted in front of Dudu. Dudu's little body was wrapped in a down jacket, making him look round and chubby.
She reached out and gently poked Dudu's stomach, asking gently, "Dudu is hungry, right?"
It was too cold outside the villa just now. Walking in the winter air, one could feel the biting cold. Even with the sunlight, it couldn't be dispelled.
Now that they had been in the house for a while, their entire bodies were heating up.
Ye Fan carefully helped Dudu take off his down jacket. He was wearing a little gray sweater inside, making his chubby little face look even paler.
Dudu smiled and ran out of the bedroom. When He Han and Ye Fan came out, he was already standing obediently by the dining table, waiting for lunch.
As time was tight, Ye Fan cooked two dishes so that Dudu could eat earlier.
After the three of them finished their lunch, Dudu leaned against the child seat in satisfaction. His little belly was bulging, and the meat on his face looked a lot plumper.
Dudu looked through the open door and saw a piano in the piano room on the first floor. His eyes instantly lit up, and his little voice rang out. "I want to hear Mommy play the piano."
Before Ye Fan was earning money, they didn't have any musical instruments at home. She had once taught Xiaoxiao how to play the piano. At that time, Dudu was present. His mother played the piano very well, and he had always remembered it in his heart.
"There are only two matches left in the competition. We don't know what the competition will be yet," He Han answered on behalf of Ye Fan. "Let's play the piano together with Dudu today."
The two of them hadn't found the right way to get along for the time being, but every time Dudu was around, the atmosphere would always be a lot more relaxed.
Ye Fan looked down at Dudu and smiled. "Does Dudu like to hear that so much?"
Dudu's little head bobbed up and down, strongly indicating that his mother's music was the best in his heart, and that no one could compare to her.
Dudu thought for a while and pointed at He Han's direction with his chubby finger. "Daddy likes it too."
Ye Fan subconsciously looked in the direction of Dudu's finger and met He Han's eyes.
Their eyes met, and He Han's eyes seemed to be hiding an inexplicable emotion. She couldn't understand it, but she couldn't look away.
Ye Fan was stunned. The warm winter sun outside the window shone on every corner of the room, and it became completely silent.
The moment she met He Han's eyes, it was like layers of memories.
Ye Fan had a very strange feeling.
She and He Han clearly hadn't interacted much before, so why did his eyes seem so familiar? It was as if he had known her for many years.
When Dudu's tender voice rang out, Ye Fan came back to her senses. The chubby boy sitting next to him made a gesture of asking for a hug.
The thought in her mind disappeared. Ye Fan picked up Dudu and walked to the piano room.
Ye Fan sat on the piano stool, and Dudu asked, "Dudu and Daddy will sit beside you and watch you play the piano, okay?"
Ye Fan smiled. "Okay."
The piano stool could seat two adults. He Han held Dudu in his arms and sat on the other side of the piano stool. The father and son looked at Ye Fan.
Facing these two close audiences, Ye Fan didn't have stage fright. Ye Fan sensed Dudu's focused gaze. She just curved her lips slightly, and a light smile appeared on her lips.
Ye Fan lifted the cover of the piano, and the sunlight fell on her fair and slender fingers, as if they were covered in a layer of light golden light.
He Han's eyes deepened as he looked at Ye Fan without blinking.
Ye Fan pondered for a few seconds, and a tune echoed in her mind. She pursed her lips, placed her fingers lightly on the black and white keys, and played the first note.
This song was composed by Ye Fan herself, and it was very significant. It was the first song she wrote when she was studying composition in the United States.
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