Racheal paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "OK!"

He Xiaoguo scrambled up to the leather stool and sat down.

Racheal has seen too many children from wealthy families where the piano is just an ordinary toy, and playing the piano is merely a way for their parents to show off.

Very few people truly love the piano, unlike his maternal grandfather, who would always clean the piano spotless no matter how dirty or messy his house was, and then play beautiful notes every afternoon for 365 days a year.

He was influenced by his maternal grandfather, which gave him the talent to play the piano and become a performer. Although he is famous all over the world, he still feels that he is not even half as good as his grandfather.

Unfortunately, my maternal grandfather's musical scores have been passed down, but he himself is no longer with us.

Racheal watched as He Xiaoguo gently lifted the cloth cover and played a few notes on the piano with her chubby little hands, but the notes were broken and out of tune. He shook his head and went into the kitchen.

It seems that He Xiaoguo is one of those children who treat the piano as a toy.

Little did anyone know, He Xiaoguo had simply not practiced the piano for many days and was a little rusty. He tried clumsily for a while, and finally managed to get a feel for it before flipping through the sheet music on the shelf, picking out a piece that he thought was relatively simple, and starting to practice.

Soon after, melodious piano music filled the dilapidated attic.

This was the first time He Jing had ever seen He Xiaoguo play the piano so seriously. His posture was elegant and gentlemanly, and his body swayed slightly with the movements of playing the piano. His small figure seemed to have endless charm, making him glow.

If he were to wear a suit, he would look exactly like a prince from a fairy tale.

He Jing was stunned by He Xiaoguo's handsomeness.

However, none of these are the most important things. What is important is that He Xiaoguo has only been taking piano lessons for a short time, but his level of proficiency is simply astonishing.

An unknown melody was played fluently by him the first time it passed through his hands.

This talent...

Nobody can compare!

Yan Hanxi had never heard of this piece before. He quietly walked to He Xiaoguo's side and looked at the piece on the sheet music, which was titled "Summer by the Stream".

This was clearly a piece composed by someone else, and each note was a real test of skill, but He Xiaoguo didn't seem to feel any difficulty at all, playing it without a single wrong note.

Even Yan Hanxi, who had seen many piano prodigies, couldn't help but reveal a hint of shock in his eyes...

At that moment, Racheal, who was cooking in the kitchen, heard a cheerful tinkling sound coming from the house. He thought he had misheard, so he rubbed his ears, extinguished the crackling fire in the stove, and listened carefully before confirming that he hadn't misheard. The piece was indeed "Summer by the Stream," which was his grandfather's favorite song.

Oh my god!

Racheal threw down the kitchen knife and ran into the living room, where he saw He Xiaoguo finish playing one page of the sheet music and then calmly turn the page. Her hands moved so smoothly that it reminded him of his grandfather when he was alive.

"Jesus! Look what I see!"

Startled, He Xiaoguo turned around and glanced at Racheal.

This moment of distraction interrupted the smooth playing.

He Xiaoguo jumped off the stool and ran to He Jing, feeling uneasy and wondering if she had done something wrong.

Otherwise, why would Racheal look at him with such an unhappy expression?

God knows, Racheal was overjoyed!

He never imagined that the person who could play "Summer in the Stream" so skillfully was an 8 or 9-year-old child.

He once asked his best friend of ten years to try playing the piece, but the friend said it was too difficult.