The servants had warmed up the fireplace earlier, so compared to downstairs, there were far fewer decorations here.
A fire burned in the fireplace of the room, a whole piece of wool carpet covered the entire room, with a sofa and table placed in front of the fireplace, and not far away, a piano stood.
Other than that, there was nothing else.
The style was very simple, inexplicably matching the vast snowy landscape outside. Sitting on the sofa, one could feel a sense of tranquility as if all things in the world had quieted down.
Fu Siyu glanced around and noticed there was no hot water on the table, "Sit here for a moment, I’ll get some hot water from downstairs. Would you like tea or coffee?"
"Alright, I’ll get it for you."
After Fu Siyu left, the room became even quieter.
Once the snow on the roof reached a certain thickness, it began to slide off, the snowflakes brushed against the glass, making a faint sound.
Outside the window, the cedar boughs drooped under the weight of the snow, trembling occasionally to reveal a hint of green that stood out starkly in the vast white expanse.
Shu Wan watched for a while, her gaze settling on the piano nearby.
She stood up, walked over to the piano, and sat down. Her fingers pressed down on the keys, producing deep, resonant tones.
Shu Wan could play the piano, but only a little.
Ever since Shu Wan had learned to use music software, she had enjoyed listening to songs on it, particularly fond of classical piano music.
The estate had a piano room, and Shu Wan would sometimes play by herself when she had free time, but her skills were quite average.
At that moment, with everything utterly silent inside and the icy world outside, the warm room felt like spring, and Shu Wan suddenly felt like playing the piano.
She tentatively pressed a few keys with both hands.
This scene seemed fitting for "Snow Dream," but unfortunately, Shu Wan couldn’t remember the tune well and could only play intermittently. Eventually, she couldn’t keep going.
She shook her head and stopped her fingers, but the music didn’t stop.
Because another pair of hands had landed on the keys.
Shu Wan turned her head, and Fu Siyu was there, though she didn’t know when he had approached.
He played the keys while smiling at Shu Wan, "Let me show you how it’s done."
At first, Fu Siyu’s playing was a bit rusty, but soon the rhythm smoothed out.
Although Shu Wan wasn’t very proficient at the piano, she had the ability to appreciate it.
She could tell that Fu Siyu’s piano skills were quite high.
The soothing melody flowed like water, as if snowflakes were landing gently on their shoulders.
This was the first time Shu Wan saw Fu Siyu play the piano.
At that moment, he sat properly in front of the piano, his fingers lightly dancing across the keys.
Unlike his usual stern and reserved demeanor at his desk, there was a tranquil elegance about him now.
Light spilled down, shining on Fu Siyu like a spotlight, making him the brightest presence on stage.
It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that listening to Fu Siyu’s piano performance was a treat.
Shu Wan was completely absorbed until the piece ended, and she hadn’t even realized it.
"Come back to reality," Fu Siyu waved his hand in front of Shu Wan’s eyes, his lips curving slightly with a mysterious light in his eyes, "What are you thinking about?"
"Your piano playing is quite good."
Shu Wan never spared her praises for Fu Siyu.
And Fu Siyu always welcomed Shu Wan’s compliments as usual, his eyebrows slightly raised, "Not bad, shall I teach you?"
"Then, I’ll read the score, and you play along."
Saying so, Fu Siyu directly began reading a complete score.
Shu Wan hurriedly followed Fu Siyu’s rhythm.
With the score, playing became much easier for Shu Wan, though smooth, she lacked technical expertise.
"At the end just now, I didn’t transition the tune well, how should I play it?" Shu Wan asked earnestly.
Fu Siyu leaned over, resting his hand against the back of Shu Wan’s, pressing it down lightly, "You pressed too hard just now, this degree is the best."
Surrounded by Fu Siyu’s breath, Shu Wan felt slightly uncomfortable.
Her eyelashes fluttered as she tried again according to Fu Siyu’s instructions, and it indeed sounded much better than before.
Shu Wan was already interested in piano, and now with Fu Siyu as an excellent teacher, she learned with great earnestness.
Outside, layers of snow fell on the pine trees. Inside, Shu Wan repeated her piano piece countless times.
Fu Siyu sat beside her, teaching with complete patience.
The music in the room gradually became silky and beautiful, climbing along the roof beams, echoing in the tranquil snowy night, like a fairy-tale hymn.