The little one covered their ears and squinted their eyes, curiously watching as their father held a cigarette between his lips and rhythmically tapped on a small drum.
There was also an impulse coming from deep within their genes.
Such a simple music rhythm, it seemed easy enough to try knocking it out~
It looked quite exhilarating.
But her brother kept pressing down on her head, so she couldn't go even if she wanted to.
Besides, there was a strong smell of smoke on her father.
Luckily, the little one didn't run over to ask for the drum, otherwise, the elders might have exclaimed that there was hope for the next generation.
These days, there aren't many young people who can beat drums and gongs anymore.
As the older generation gradually ages, it's no wonder some people worry that they won't even be able to gather a drumming team in the future.
"Xiaochun, take Candy to kowtow, so we can assign tasks later."
