Moore Audrey sat on her bed, looked up at the screen, as the boy propped up his phone and adjusted the sound.
Moore Audrey was taken aback, staring at him, then turned to bend down to put on her slippers and climbed onto her bed.
In just a few seconds, a light and airy piano piece began to play. Moore Audrey was stunned, looking at the boy who was focused on playing the guitar, her heart skipped a beat.
Then she smiled slightly, Thompson Miguel really was amazing!
After thinking for a moment, the girl opened her phone’s voice recorder to record the boy’s piano piece.
She could listen to it every night before bed.
Sitting quietly on her bed, listening to the boy finish playing the piece, Moore Audrey looked up at him, meeting his dark eyes. She paused and exclaimed:
“Thompson Miguel, you’re so amazing!”
Thompson Miguel lifted his index finger from the guitar strings, smiled slightly as he looked down.
Then he looked up at the girl and said seriously:
“Good night!”
Moore Audrey was taken aback, then her face lit up with a smile: “Good night~! … I hope you have sweet dreams!”
The boy chuckled lightly, nodded, and said goodbye to her.
Just as he raised his hand to hang up, the girl called out softly:
“Thompson Miguel… thank you…”
Thompson Miguel nodded and then hung up the phone.
Thinking about the girl’s beaming expression just now, a smile crept onto his lips, and the joy in his heart was completely uncontrollable.
He looked down at the guitar in his hands, stared at it for a while, and suddenly some inspiration struck him.
Meanwhile, Moore Audrey hung up the phone, feeling her phone was a bit hot.
After thinking for a moment, she placed it on the bedside table to cool down, then lay down in her blanket, closed her eyes for a while, but ultimately sat up suddenly.
She grabbed her phone, burrowed into her blanket, took out her headphones, plugged them in, and opened the recording of the piano piece she had just recorded. As she listened, her lips couldn’t help but curve into a smile.
She couldn’t quite explain why, but she felt that the piece Thompson Miguel played was particularly cheerful, and listening to it made her feel good.
As she listened, the girl unknowingly fell asleep, and the recording only stopped when the phone’s battery ran low and it automatically shut down.
Thompson Miguel finished composing the piece and realized it was nearly one o’clock. Just as he was putting away the guitar, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Thompson Miguel paused, went to open the door, and found his mother looking at him strangely.
“What are you playing at this hour…”
Thompson Miguel paused, and glanced at her:
“I’m going to sleep…”
Mrs. Thompson looked at him for a moment, said nothing, and turned to leave.
