An Hua walked over and found that it was Yuanyuan who was playing the violin, but she didn't know how to play it, so the violin only made a sound like sawing wood.
"Mom, do I play well?" Yuanyuan asked expectantly when she saw her mother.
"Uh..." An Hua didn't know whether she should tell the truth.
"Don't make it difficult for mom," Tuantuan was very considerate. "Mom said it was like sawing wood, and she was afraid of hurting you. But it was against her will to say it."
Everyone laughed.
Yuanyuan didn't get angry, she laughed along, "What's wrong with it being like sawing wood? It's not my fault, my dad is a carpenter. It's in my genes."
These words caused everyone to laugh again.
An Hua touched her head and said, "You have never learned it before, so it can't be normal." Then, she took the violin, tuned it, and played a short piece casually.
The smooth and beautiful music sounded, making everyone hold their breath and concentrate.
"Mom, mom, mom!" Yuanyuan jumped up and down excitedly. "I heard that, my mom is so great! So amazing!"
Dongdong, Tuantuan and Song Yi also looked at An Hua with admiration.
They had heard An Hua play the violin at the August 1st performance and thought she was amazing.
"Sister, it's a pity that you gave up your major." An Ze sighed.
"Brother, you forgot right after the movement ended? Can I stick with this profession? There was not a single person in our orchestra who was not demoted."
An Ze held his eyes and smiled, "Yes, yes, yes, if you hadn't mentioned it, I would have overlooked this."
An Hua looked at him speechlessly.
"So do you want to go back to the band now?" An Ze asked.
An Hua shook her head.
The violin was the original owner's dream, but not hers. Music was love to her. Her dream is to be a carefree rich woman, with a happy family, a comfortable life, and to be able to do what she likes in her spare time.
An Hua stroked the violin in her hand.
Now that the atmosphere has become more open, she can pick up her love again.
When An Hua left An Bohuai's place that day, she took away not only the violin but also the phonograph.
"Few people use this thing nowadays. It's too clumsy. I'll get you a record player later." An Ze said.
An Hua: "I want the record player, and I want to move the phonograph too. I think the sound quality of the phonograph is very special, and I like this retro feeling."
An Ze laughed at her, "How greedy."
An Hua admitted it without any shame.
When I returned home with my things, Xiao Chen was sitting on the sofa and talking on the phone. He scolded me twice with a sullen look on his face and then hung up.
When he looked at Anhua, he couldn't help but smile again, "Did you go back to your mother's house to rob?"
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