Daily Life of a Villain’s Mother

Brahman.

Facing these two close audiences, Ye Fan had no stage fright. Ye Fan noticed Dudu's focused gaze, she just curved her lips slightly, and a slight smile floated on her lips.

Ye Fan lifted the lid of the violin, and the sunlight fell on her fair and slender fingers, as if a layer of light golden light was enveloped.

He Han's eyes deepened, looking at Ye Fan without blinking.

Ye Fan pondered for a few seconds, and a tune echoed in his mind. She pursed her lips, put her fingers lightly on the black and white keys, and played the first note.

This piece was composed by Ye Fan herself, which is of great significance. It was the first piece she wrote when she studied composition in the United States.

The familiar sound of music fell into He Han's ears, and his heart skipped a beat.

He Han's eyes flickered slightly, and the tight jawline became more and more distinct. His eyes were locked on Ye Fan, and at this time, her memories overlapped with his memory little by little.

He Han's line of sight drifted far away, and the memories flashed back constantly, extremely clear.

After the song was released, Ye Fan was interviewed, and the reporter asked her if she had any thoughts when creating the song.

Ye Fan's answer was that there was a person who was very important to her, and she created it based on her imagination of that person.

In the piano room, the music continued to sound.

Ye Fan's fingers kept pressing the keys. Although it had not been played for a long time, the tune was still in her heart.

He Han looked at Ye Fan intently.

And that person in memory is now really sitting next to him, and she plays the tunes she wrote for him.

He Han looked at Ye Fan's delicate profile, her expression was very focused. He knew that she, like him, was also caught up in the memories of the past.

Only for the two of them, memories.

The piano music gradually stopped, and silence returned to the piano room.

At this time, a discordant sound suddenly sounded, and Dudu's fingers tugged and pressed on the keys.

Ye Fan was stunned for a while, and out of the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of the chubby little hands next to him.

Dudu turned his head and looked at He Han.

He giggled, turned around again, and began to play the piano. He looked left and right, and the unrhythmic music was full of innocence and cuteness.

Ye Fan played with Dudu, and she played the tune just now.

To her piano sound, Dudu's improvisation was added. He Han held Dudu's small hand and pressed on the keys according to Dudu's meaning.

This piano piece that once belonged to He Han and Ye Fan has now become their memories with Dudu.

After playing the piano, it suddenly snowed outside.

"Wow, it's snowing." Dudu ran to the window with his little hands on the side, looking out excitedly.

The heavy snow fell one after another, hovering in the air.

Dudu's exhaled breath condensed on the glass, and Dudu grabbed his chubby hand on it, clumsily drawing something.

He first drew a small person, then two taller people on either side of the small person, and finally, on tiptoe, he drew a big heart, and circled the three people in the middle.

"Look Mom." Dudu turned around and looked at Ye Fan, "This is Dad, this is Mom, and the baby in the middle."

Ye Fan was amused by Dudu's milky voice, she squatted down: "Dudu's painting is great."

The next second, Dudu suddenly lay in Ye Fan's arms. He stretched out his fat finger and pointed out the window: "Mom, Dudu wants to go out to play."

Dudu opened his eyes wide, Ye Fan had no resistance to such a cute Dudu.

Ye Fan was worried that it would be too cold outside and Dudu would catch a cold. She did not agree immediately, but pushed the question to He Han.

"You ask Dad, can you?"

Dudu quickly turned to look at He Han. He also used his cute offensive to try to make people cute with a pair of round eyes.

"Dad, Dudu wants to go play in the snow."

He Han knew Ye Fan's thoughts, but he was not overly cautious like Ye Fan. He squatted down, dudu got out of Ye Fan's arms, and stuck it on He Han's body.

He Han patted Dudu's head: "You are only allowed to play for fifteen minutes, and come in as soon as the time is up."

After getting He Han's promise, Dudu jumped a few times and waved his fat arms happily.

Ye Fan glanced at He Han, He Han knew what Ye Fan wanted to say, he spread his hands helplessly, how could they refuse to meet such a lovely son.

Dudu just wanted to open his legs and ran out the door, his hat jumped with his fat body, and the next second, his hat was grabbed by He Han.

He Han pointed to Ye Fan's direction: "Dudu remember to listen to your mother."

Ye Fan brought Dudu's coat and scarf from the sofa, Dudu immediately ran to Ye Fan's feet in coordination, and put on his coat again.

Ye Fan wrapped the scarf around Dudu's neck a few times, and Dudu said seriously: "Mom, Dudu is very good."

With a smile on the corner of Ye Fan's mouth, he gently patted Dudu's little belly: "Go ahead."

Dudu, like a chubby little dimple, rushed into the snow. He Han packed the entire villa, and no one would disturb them unless He Han requested.

So at this moment, there are only three of them in the silent snow.

Dudu has also seen snow before, but no one has ever taken him to play in the snow. He just looked at the picture on the TV with envy, imagining when he was playing in the snow with his mother and father.

Now, his every wish has come true.

Dudu wears thick gloves on his hands, so even if he touches the snow directly, it will not get wet. He happily took his short legs and walked in the snow.

Ye Fan followed Dudu with a smile in his eyes.

As soon as Ye Fan walked out of the door, a white snowflake fell on her forehead, a little damp and cool. Ye Fan took a deep breath, the air was cool.

Looking around, heavy snow is flying all over the sky, and the sound of snow is rustling, which makes people feel calm.

The next second, Ye Fan suddenly felt a soft touch covering her neck, she was startled, and turned her head to look behind her. He Han held Ye Fan's scarf in his hand, and his eyes fell straight into Ye Fan's eyes.

In He Han's dark eyes, it seemed as if she was the only one left in this endless white world.

Ye Fan avoided He Han's eyes at once, and immediately said, "I'll do it myself." She reached out to bring the scarf, but she didn't expect a warm touch under her palm.

Ye Fan was startled again, she removed her fingers from He Han's hand.

Ye Fan wanted to pull back the scarf, but was resisted. She looked at He Han with a confused expression.

Although He Han heard what Ye Fan just said, he didn't do it, still holding Ye Fan's scarf and didn't let go.

He Han's attitude was very firm, insisting on helping Ye Fan to surround him, Ye Fan couldn't help holding his breath. He Han's hand went around her neck and moved gently.

"You remember not to let Dudu catch a cold, but you forgot to take care of yourself."

He Han's tone was very familiar, as if the two had been together for a long time.

He Han looked at Ye Fan. The distance between him and Ye Fan was not far or near. The clear voice fell, but it seemed a little far away.

Ye Fan lowered his eyes, and He Han's hand caught her eye. His fingers were slender, with well-defined joints, and they were placed on her scarf.

The quiet heavy snow fell one after another, but Ye Fan felt that the side of his face was hot.

With the movement of pulling her hair, Ye Fan turned slightly to the side and pulled the distance between He Han, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you." Ye Fan said softly.

He Han looked at him with a half-smile