msmithbooks Chapter 182 Wedding in a Dream 1
Chapter 182 Wedding in a Dream 1
Chapter 182 Wedding in a Dream 1
Yu Huan noticed that the drowsiness on her face had dissipated, and then walked around the bed to the built-in balcony on the other side of the room.
He reached out and grasped the edge of the curtains, slowly pulling them open. Bright sunlight poured in like a waterfall, bathing the entire room in a warm orange-yellow hue.
Every corner was bathed in this soft light, making the furniture and decorations shine.
Sunlight shone on Lin Yourong's face, and she squinted slightly, gradually adjusting to the sudden change in light.
She gazed at Yu Huan's tall, straight back as he stood against the light, and a strange feeling welled up in her heart.
After waking up in bed.
It feels like having your partner draw the curtains for you...
Her lips couldn't help but curve upwards, forming a sweet arc.
Yu Huan drew back the curtains, turned around, and walked to the bedside.
At this moment, Lin Yourong was sitting on the bed wrapped in a quilt, basking in the warm sun.
He took a few steps closer to her, and the two were almost touching.
In the bright sunlight, the fine downy hairs on her face were clearly visible, making her skin appear even whiter and brighter, and her thick black hair shimmered slightly.
This is the true fairy!
Yu Huan smiled and said, "Rongrong, it's already ten o'clock, don't stay in bed."
Thanks to the bright sunshine, he suddenly noticed a white lace bra with cloud patterns on the bedside table near the balcony.
Based on his research experience from his previous life.
The size is quite good.
And it belongs to the type that appears smaller when gathered together.
While others go to great lengths, even resorting to surgery, to avoid appearing too small, she was afraid that her scale would seem too large.
Lin Yourong followed his gaze, and two faint blushes immediately rose on her cheeks.
She hurriedly scrambled off the bed, slipped on her slippers, and tugged at Yu Huan's clothes as she walked out, saying, "Um—you go out first!" Her voice was tinged with shyness and urgency.
"Okay, okay," Yu Huan replied repeatedly, a smile playing on her lips.
He really didn't have any ulterior motives of manipulating or distorting things...
I just roughly determined her size by touching her.
I can't hold on to it.
It's impossible to hold it with just one hand!
He obediently followed Lin Yourong's lead and walked outside, his eyes involuntarily falling on her flushed cheeks and neck.
Those ears were a deep, translucent red, like the petals of a newly blossoming rose.
Lin Yourong gently pushed Yu Huan out, then slammed the door shut with her head down.
Then came the sound of a lock clicking shut.
Yu Huan touched his nose, the image of her blushing cheeks still seemingly floating before his eyes, her small, shy face deeply imprinted on his retina, lingering there for a long time.
I couldn't help but laugh.
Why would a pure love warrior do this?
I just glanced at her bra.
She's so easily embarrassed!
If she were to wear a hat, mask, and sunglasses, fully armed...
Ok?
Yu Huan pondered for a moment, considering this possibility.
Thinking about it, he moved to the dining table and gently touched the bun with the back of his hand. It was only slightly warm when he ate it, but now it was completely cold.
Not long after, Lin Yourong came out of the room.
Yu Huan asked her, "Do you want fried dough sticks or steamed buns? I'll heat them up in the microwave for you."
"I want it all!"
Lin Yourong spoke in a light tone, then slipped into the bathroom like a gust of wind.
Yu Huan smiled, picked out a fried dough stick and a steamed bun, put them on a plate, and headed to the kitchen.
When I opened the door, all I saw was my mother-in-law chopping scallions and ginger.
The mother-in-law turned around and saw Yu Huan opening the microwave to heat up breakfast. She immediately smiled and said, "You've gotten so accommodating?"
Yu Huan nodded: "Yes, if I don't wake her up, she'll probably sleep until noon."
"That's just how she is; she gets very sleepy when she's tired." The mother-in-law continued working. "Everyone got up very late today. Xiaoru said she'd come over at 12:30, so how about we eat at 1:00? What do you think?"
Yu Huan readily agreed: "Okay, I'll follow Mom's arrangements."
The microwave oven made a "ding" sound and stopped running.
Because the heating time was short, Yu Huan opened the oven door, stretched out his iron hands, grabbed the edge of the bowls and plates, and steadily carried them back to the dining table.
Just as he pulled out the high-backed chair and sat down, Lin Yourong walked over with a wet expression and sat opposite him.
One hot, one cold, two bowls and plates were placed together. Yu Huan quickly pointed to the hot plate and said, "Eat this."
"Oh."
Lin Yourong picked up the milk, inserted a straw, took a sip, and then lowered her head to start drinking.
Yu Huan rested her elbows on the edge of the table, her chin in her hand, and quietly watched her eat breakfast.
Lin Yourong felt his unwavering gaze and felt a little embarrassed. She moved her lips slightly and said, "Why are you staring at me like that..."
"My wife is so beautiful~" Yu Huan showered her with compliments.
Lin Yourong's chin is now even more pointed.
Silently chewing his lips.
She suddenly raised her head and stretched out her little hand towards him.
After a night of recovery, she said in a clear and pleasant voice, "Where's my phone? I want to check Weibo."
"Okay." Yu Huan nodded gently.
He took his phone out of his coat pocket, handed it to her, and continued speaking:
"The incident regarding the leak of your new song has become a hot topic on Weibo. There are usually various voices in hot topics, but as long as the main theme is positive and good, you don't need to pay too much attention to the negative comments. Well, what I mean is, don't get caught up in those noises and distractions, and focus on how your fans and casual observers are praising you."
Yu Huan was worried that if she saw the few negative comments, she would feel conflicted and dwell on them, affecting her mood. After all, she didn't surf the internet much, so her resistance to this kind of thing was naturally weaker.
Public figures must have a strong heart and be able to withstand the storms of life, otherwise they are easily ruined.
"Oh," Lin Yourong mumbled, her cheeks puffed out.
Suddenly, she handed him the half-eaten fried dough stick.
Yu Huan smiled and took the fried dough stick, helping her finish it without hesitation.
Lin Yourong placed her phone on the table and swiped it occasionally.
She nibbled on the big meat bun like a little hamster, cute and focused.
Time passed bit by bit.
Lin Yourong slowly ate half of the bun, then without looking up, naturally handed it to the other side of the table.
When her hand felt lighter, she faintly heard the melodious sound of a guitar.
The sudden melody made her look up hastily, only to find that the person sitting across the table had become her own mother.
"What are you looking at? You seem so focused," the mother-in-law asked curiously, placing the half-eaten bun on the edge of the bowl.
Lin Yourong smiled and shook her head, saying softly, "It's nothing, I was just browsing Weibo."
Upon hearing the melodious fingerstyle piece "Sunflower," Lin Yourong tore off a few tissues to wipe her hands and mouth, took a sip of the lactose-free milk through the straw, and then stood up, supporting herself on the edge of the table.
She put her phone in her pajama pocket and slowly walked towards her room.
Several guitar cases were stacked next to the piano in the room, and the top one was already open.
Yu Huan was leaning against the piano, sitting on the piano bench playing the guitar.
The left hand's fingers dance across the strings, while the right hand plucks out a beautiful melody.
Lin Yourong sat on the bed quietly.
Yu Huan noticed the movement, skillfully continuing with her hands, and looked up to meet her gaze with a smile.
As the last melody faded away, Lin Yourong smiled and said, "Why do you always play this one? Do you know any other pieces?"
Yu Huan smiled brightly, showing no fear: "To win a girl's heart, all you need is one song."
"Bullshit! You've been talking non-stop for ages, how can you possibly win over a girl?"
Lin Yourong rolled her eyes.
Having been influenced by Yu Huan for a long time, she was like someone who had been near bad company, and at this moment she said in a playful tone:
"You sing so badly, you're no match for anyone!"
Yu Huan laughed and joked, "Why call yourself a hammer? At least I managed to flirt with you, right?"
Lin Yourong stood up feigning anger, punched him on the shoulder, and grumbled to the side, "Get out of my way!"
"What are you doing?" Yu Huan asked, but her body had already moved quickly to the edge of the piano bench, making room for Lin Yourong.
He carefully placed the guitar against the wall to keep it stable. After all, it was a Martin worth tens of thousands of yuan, and he would be heartbroken if it got bumped or knocked over, even if his wife didn't care.
After Lin Yourong lifted the dust cover off the piano, she sat down in the middle of the chair.
Like fingers peeling scallion roots, gliding across the white keys.
As the chaotic yet crisp notes entered her ears, Yu Huan suddenly remembered that Lin Yourong had told her last time that she was relearning the piano.
Are we going to show him his talent?
Thinking of this.
Yu Huan looked at her with anticipation.
Lin Yourong sat upright, closed her eyes slightly, and took a gentle breath.
When she opened her eyes again, her fingers were already dancing across the piano keys.
Ten fingers glide lightly across the black and white keys, entering a state of tranquility and focus.
A familiar melody then gently and slowly entered Yu Huan's ears.
He listened to this piano piece for six years during junior and senior high school.
Mist grass!
A lullaby for your afternoon nap!
However, I sat beside her, watching her press the black and white keys, which activated a series of mechanical chords on the instrument, causing the steel wires to vibrate and resonate in the soundbox, producing clear and melodious sounds.
It felt as if waves of sound were washing over my body.
The experience of listening to a live performance is completely different from listening through speakers and headphones.
The first melody is gentle and lyrical, instantly evoking a sense of inexplicable romance.
As the piece progresses, the piano music suddenly becomes lively, with the melody rising and falling, gradually becoming exciting and even tinged with sadness.
After the climax.
The melody gradually calms down in the last part.
Romance, romance, and more romance!
The ethereal piano music stopped abruptly.
Yu Huan clapped enthusiastically, "Great job, Ting!"
Although I had heard this piano piece countless times throughout my six years of junior and senior high school, sitting right next to her playing it live was a completely different experience.
I was indeed shocked.
She gave me goosebumps again!
"What's the name of this piece of music?" Yu Huan asked curiously.
To be honest, I've been passively listening to this piano piece on the school radio for so many years, but I've never really understood it.
Lin Yourong turned her head, looking directly into his eyes, her lips slightly parted: "The wedding in my dream..."
Yu Huan was stunned.
This name...
What do you mean?
Is she implying something?
(End of this chapter)