"Teacher Bai Lu played Bach's "Twelve Equal Temperaments" very well."

Muchun secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, it was the school where Bai Lu worked.

Gong Hai added: "Teacher Bai Lu also participated in this Lechuan International Piano Competition. I think there is no problem for both of us to enter the finals. It is a pity that the first qualifiers of the Youth Group and Junior C Group are both in January.

On the 6th, as a result, I won’t be able to see Teacher Bai Lu’s performance at all, which is a pity.”

"Well, it's really a pity." Muchun agreed.

At noon in winter, although the cold tolerance has improved a bit after having a full lunch, Raohai City in winter has never been considered a southern city, and even northerners will feel bone-chilling cold in Raohai.

Mu Chun wrapped her coat tightly and saw Gong Hai also holding his arms and shrinking his neck. He really felt that the child had less clothes on when he went out this morning, so he took off his scarf and helped Gong Hai wrap it up.

"Dad, did you buy this scarf new?"

It’s true! Every step is a surprise.

Just as Mu Chun was thinking about how to reply, Gong Hai added: "I think it looks very good. My father has always been reluctant to buy himself new clothes. In fact, our family is not poor either."

"Of course I'm not poor. Dad just wants to spend his money on more meaningful things."

Patting Gong Hai's shoulder, Muchun said again: "Discover the meaning of life and work hard to move forward."

I don’t know why my father’s voice suddenly became different.

As if independent from all backgrounds, this sentence seems to be the foreground of the whole world, gentle and generous, penetrating into the brain.

It was clearly just an ordinary sentence, but it was like the feeling when music enters the mind, as if an endless stream of light painted a huge mural on the dome of the Memory Palace.

The painting is still faint now, but Xiaohai feels that it is gradually unfolding, becoming vivid, and will eventually become an enduring existence.

Why is this happening?

Gong Hai subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his scarf. The heat from his breath stuck to the knitted scarf, creating a damp and cold feeling.

It smells like daddy.

A trace of imperceptible tears flashed in Xiaohai's eyes.

Muchun quickened his pace, the cold urging the leaves to fall to the ground and urging pedestrians on the road to hurry to their destination.

Passing through an urban green space, along the old buildings built a hundred years ago on the right hand side, you will come to the breathtaking Cangwu Road.

"This road is a very famous cultural road." Muchun said.

"Yes, these buildings are very beautiful, especially the rows of small bungalows." Xiaohai looked up at the old buildings beside him, then turned to Mu Chun and smiled.

"This is the Asia Building. It was built in 1916. It is in the eclectic style. You can ask Teacher Seven about this. He knows better than me." Mu Chun pointed to a building opposite and introduced. "With so many new high-rise buildings

, these former architectural works are still not inferior in the slightest, but have become gentler and more beautiful because of loneliness."

Xiaohai nodded and listened carefully.

Ever since Teacher Sun Yao resigned from her teaching position at the Youth Activity Center, she came to Linyin Music School here on Cangwu Road. It has been more than three years since Xiaohai followed her teacher here. Today is the first time she heard her father talk about these things.
Chapter completed!