Looking out for the places to go,
where they play the right music...
After humming through it once, Xiao Meng still felt unsatisfied, so she directly pressed repeat.
Her hands occasionally swayed in front of Yin Shixiu.
The curve at the corner of Yin Shixiu's mouth never faded.
Listening to Xiao Meng sing along, often out of tune, only to be teased by her little hands a moment later.
Yet, he quite enjoyed it.
At first, Su Xiaomeng couldn't appreciate Yin Shixiu's taste in music at all.
Tchaikovsky, Carl Orff, and Richard Strauss, these kinds of Western classical music, regardless of their acclaim, and performance frequency, to Su Xiaomeng, could only be classified as one thing—lullabies.
Of course, after being immersed in these lullabies with Yin Shixiu for over a year...
She still couldn't appreciate them!
However, fortunately, Yin Shixiu didn't only listen to these; he would also listen to some pop music.
