I listened to my sister's words today.

The storage room and the living room were not far away, and almost every word of the conversation inside the room came into my ears.

If you ask who is the most excited, it is undoubtedly the old man.

After all, their fate began during that period full of opera flavor - the first time he and the old lady met and got to know each other was during a duet on stage.

Whenever he recalled the past, the joy and nostalgia on the old man's face became more intense.

He quickly got up from the sofa and hurried into the storage room to help the old lady put on her costume.

The familiar fabric has long been worn soft by the years, as if with just a light touch, one can feel the echoes of the glorious past.

Ye Shihan sat aside, listening to the faint sounds inside, and couldn't help but touch her waist unconsciously.

The time when I studied opera with my grandma suddenly came to my mind.

I recall the carefree self in my childhood, learning opera from my grandmother.

At that time, she didn't care whether she could perform well or not. She just studied for a few days out of curiosity.

But my "over-involvement" at that time caused me to stay in bed for several days due to excessive effort. That memory is like a forgotten old costume, gradually piled up in the corner of my memory.

Father Yun beside him also sighed and frowned slightly.

Looking back on his childhood, that time seemed to have never faded.

Every day, his mother would urge him to get up and practice martial arts like a timer, and then go to school after practice, leaving him with almost no time to breathe.

Some movements may seem simple, but without solid basic skills, they cannot be completed at all.

At that time, the school had a rule that students had to get up early every day to practice martial arts. His parents' expectations and the eyes of society became a burden on him during that period of time.

After a while, the old lady and the old man came out of the room.

Although the old lady's figure is old, she still exudes calmness and elegance.

He didn't wear any overly gorgeous costumes, just a casual coat, and he still looked energetic.

The old man gently picked up the erhu with a steady and skillful posture, as if the long-lost instrument had become one with him.

"Wow! Grandma is so handsome!"

Yun Yiruo sat in her mother's arms, clapping her hands and shouting excitedly.

"So handsome!"

Father Yun and Ye Shihan couldn't help but smile at each other, and the old man was grinning from ear to ear, looking extremely proud.

"Why am I not handsome anymore?" The old man looked at Yun Yiruo jokingly while adjusting the strings of the erhu.

"Grandpa is handsome too!" The little guy responded without hesitation, his voice full of childish sweetness, which quickly brought the atmosphere at home to a climax of joy.

Everyone in the room was infected by the unrestrained and joyful atmosphere.

The old man lowered his head and played the erhu a few times, gently adjusted the pitch, and immersed himself in the melodious melody.

Outside the house, the neighbors and passers-by who had not noticed were also attracted by the sudden beautiful music and stopped at the door.

More and more people gradually gathered at the doorstep, talking in low voices and occasionally letting out bursts of admiration.

A long-lost memory appeared on everyone's face, especially the elderly, who seemed to be evoked by the sound of the erhu those memories buried in their hearts by the years.

Not long after, as the melody of the erhu in the old man's hand sounded, a heavy sense of history instantly filled the air.

The vibration of each string seems to pluck the traces of time.

The old lady lightly raised her toes, and the flower spear on the ground immediately jumped into her control, as quick as the wind, without any delay.

His palm firmly grasped the gun handle, and as he swung it, the feathers on his head swayed gently, drawing an elegant arc in the air.

As she moved, the flower spear in her hand began to spin in the air. The light movement was like a dancer leaping in the sky, and the feathers danced more vividly.

The old lady turned around a few times, and it seemed as if the whole world had frozen. Then, she turned around quickly and caught the falling spear steadily.

The movements were smooth and swift, as if all the complex techniques were completed in an instant. The audience at the door couldn't help but burst into amazed applause.

The applause came like a tide, and the faces of the audience outside were full of admiration and praise.

The old lady's spear movements are not only dazzling, but also make people feel a power and elegance that they have never seen before.

Whether throwing or catching, the gun can always be caught steadily in her hands, as if everything is under her control and perfect.

Every movement seems like an art passed down from the depths of time, and flowing in the body is an irreplaceable power.

Yun Yiruo, who was originally sitting quietly in her mother's arms, seemed to be deeply attracted by this breathtaking performance.

His eyes were fixed on the old lady's every move, and his body stood up unconsciously.

The old lady did not have any exquisite makeup on her face, but the expression in her eyes made people feel her inner shock and reverence.

Every movement of the old lady seemed like the brush of time waving in the air, sketching out vivid pictures.

She revived in the flower spear dance, as if she was still young and still able to control everything.

Every gentle wave seems to tell a story about tenacity and elegance.

His eyes were bright, as if he was recalling his peak moments.

At this time, the audience outside seemed to be unable to contain themselves, and applause broke out again, echoing throughout the courtyard.

More and more neighbors and passers-by were attracted and stood at a distance or at the door, quietly appreciating this impromptu performance.

Yun Yiruo was also infected by this atmosphere. She jumped and ran to the old lady, clapping her hands, her eyes full of admiration: "Grandma, you are amazing!"

The old lady looked down at her granddaughter, a hint of tenderness and joy in her eyes.

Then, the old man gently plucked the erhu again, and the melodious sound of the instrument rang out in the house again, as if adding a deeper melody to the old lady's flower spear dance.

Intertwined with the gun dance, it seemed as if the glorious days of the two had been revived in the long river of time.

Yun Yiruo took her small steps and trotted towards the flower spear that her grandmother had placed aside.

When she finally came to the spear, she bent down and stretched out her two chubby little hands, tightly grasped the spear shaft, and then used all her strength to try to turn it.

However, this is not an easy task for Yun Yiruo.

Despite trying hard, the spear only turned slowly twice before stopping.

At this time, Yun Yiruo was already exhausted and out of breath, her face flushed, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Luo's mother, who was standing by, couldn't help but find it funny when she saw this scene. She walked forward and gently took the spear from Yun Yiru's hand.

He said gently: "Baby, can you play this when you grow up?

"Now is not the time for you to play with it."

Hearing what her mother said, Yun Yiru nodded obediently and replied, "Okay!" Then, she skipped to her grandmother's side, reached out and grabbed her trouser legs and shook them.

She begged coquettishly, "Grandma, can you tell me that story again?"