Mentioning Xiaobai, the smile on Jiang Hai's face grew a bit kinder, "Did the little guy say something?"
"He asked me when I'm going to Beijing, his words as sweet as if coated with honey," Jiang Yisheng said. "Dad, come in and sit."
Jiang Hai walked into the room, gazing at the musical instruments scattered around, his eyes lingered on the violin in the cabinet, a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.
"Asheng, do you still remember that violin?"
Jiang Yisheng came over, following his gaze, looked at the worn-out violin, a faint smile appeared on his lips, "Of course I remember, it's the first violin you gave me."
"Yes, back then you said you wanted to learn the violin, so I bought it for you. I thought you'd lose interest after a while, but you've persisted for so many years." Jiang Hai sighed.
