Master bedroom.

Red pillow.

Red quilt.

Red mattress.

Zhang Ye had already gotten into bed and lay on the bed thinking a lot. It was not easy for him to go along the way. He had stepped on many competitors and finally married Wu Zeqing back after working hard. Calm and calm. You can't be in a hurry at this time. The two of them have been waiting for so long. They have been in love for a year or two, and it's not a few minutes long. What is this waiting counting?

Is it bitter or not?

Look at the Red Army's 25,000!

Tired?

Think about Revolution - the old senior!

"Old Wu."

"What's wrong?"

"Okay?"

"It's almost done."

A few minutes later.

"Old Wu."

"Um?"

"Have you finished washing?"

"It's coming soon."

In a few more minutes.

"Old Wu."

"I heard it."

"Can you hurry up?"

"Haha, OK."

When they took a shower steadily, they heard Zhang Ye urged him.

Zhang Ye sat up on the bed, but he was not very excited, but he lay down again, but he turned over again, but he couldn't calm down in the end, so he simply put on his slippers and got out of bed, walked around with his hands behind his back, and walked to the piano in the room. He looked down and saw Zhang Ye sat down.

Close his eyes and let out a long sigh.

Zhang Ye opened his eyes and stroked his hands with the keys.

The sound of the piano was rippling like flowing water, and the image of a woman seemed to jump out of the song suddenly.

She is gentle and beautiful.

This is Beethoven's "To Alice".

Originally named "Bagateller in A minor".

As he bounced, Zhang Ye's heart slowly calmed down.

...

In the community.

A resident.

"Honey, listen."

"Who is playing the piano?"

"It sounds really nice."

"Yes, what kind of song is this?"

"I don't know."

...

Another resident.

"Dad, are you playing music?"

"No."

"Is that the sound outside? Someone plays the piano?"

"In that direction again? Someone bounced over there last time."

"Yes, I also remember that last time it was a pop accompaniment, but this time it was different!"

“It’s really good.”

"Yeah, it sounds so nice."

...

Another resident.

"Who? Play the piano in the middle of the night!"

"Shh!"

"What are you doing?"

"Don't talk, I'm listening!"

“Is it nice?”

"If you don't understand, don't say anything!"

...

Another resident.

This is 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 suddenly, and when he heard it, he immediately sat up from the bed.

The wife also woke up, "What's wrong?"

The husband was shocked and said, "Who is this?"

My wife also heard the piano and was slightly stunned, "Rontoon style?"

Then, the more the two of them listened, the more they became more and more shocked!

The wife inhaled, "Which master is this?"

Husband: "Have you heard this song?"

Wife: "No, absolutely never published!"

The husband said in shock: "If there are pianists of this level of playing in China, they can count with one hand. There are still no pianist in the world who can write such music. Who is he? When did such a person live in our community?"

The music has entered its end. When the melody reaches its highest point, it suddenly turns down from the chromatic style below the top, and the strength gradually weakens. At the end, a slower speed mark appears, slowly melting back to the stack of the music. The final piece ends in a stack of omitted replays.

The couple was already drunk.

...

Old Wu’s family.

bedroom.

The piano ending echoes.

Zhang Ye held back and was finally satisfied.

Applause suddenly came from behind.

Zhang Ye looked back and smiled and said, "Have you washed?"

Wu Zeqing clapped his hands slowly and said, "This song is so great, what's the name?"

Zhang Ye casually said: "To Alice."

Wu Zeqing looked at him and asked, "Who is Alice?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ye was also stunned.

Who is Alice?

How can I know who Alice is?

Zhang Ye was afraid that Lao Wu would misunderstand what Alice was and then met the lesbian. He hurriedly explained: "Hey, I just said casually. If you want, it's OK to call it "To Wu Zeqing", "To Wang Erhong", and "To Sun Widow". "If Beethoven lived on this earth, the first person to be killed was Zhang Ye.

Wu Zeqing smiled and said, "What's the name?"

Zhang Ye stood up, "What, should I rest?"

Old Wu was still unsatisfied and said, "I haven't heard enough yet."
To be continued...