A kind of elegant and pure beauty.
Lu Tingshen leaned against the wall, eyes closed, listening to her play the violin.
He had heard Huo Chengying play the piano, but the violin was a new experience for him.
After finishing a piece, Huo Chengying put away the violin and saw Lu Tingshen looking completely content.
"Uncle, don't you think you should pay me for the performance? I did this for free, but actually, with my skills, I could hold a concert. I just don't want to." Huo Chengying's words were quite true.
Though she loved music, she didn't enjoy performing.
In this matter, Lu Xingzhi wouldn't force her at all.
Everyone has their own choices, and since she herself lives freely, she naturally wouldn't make her daughter unhappy.
"I didn't expect your violin playing to be so good," Lu Tingshen praised.
"When I was little, besides piano, I also learned violin. Maybe every time you came to my house, I didn't play it!"
