Qiao Zhiang was outside, with half a day of Chinese painting class in the morning, and half a day of violin class in the afternoon.
By the time Gu Yanjing and Qiao Yuxian came home in the evening, Qiao Zhiang was playing the violin in the living room.
The sound of the violin...
Aunt Mei, cooking for the first time, locked the kitchen door.
Zhaocai buried its head directly into its plush toy, completely hiding its head.
Dou Jin was nowhere to be found, anyway, he was not in sight.
Gu Yanjing stood in the living room for a few seconds, and the veins on his forehead throbbed continuously.
Qiao Yuxian, for a moment, felt deaf. She imagined all the green plants in the living room wilting at once.
No wonder Su Qi preferred standing at the gate, unwilling to come in.
The entire Fenglin Villa, with all its flowers and plants, every creature, seen and unseen, sighed at his violin sound.
Only Qiao Zhiang was absorbed in playing, with an enraptured look on his face.
