Ms. Ye did not mind who she learned the zither skills from. She called Old Madam Su over. "Bring me the zither in my room."
Old Madam Su responded and left.
Yu Youyao looked at Ms. Ye curiously. Mr. Ye said, "Your grandmother is right. Only by learning some talent can you show off your abilities. Otherwise, others will think that you don't know how to be elegant and are a nerd."
Yu Youyao nodded obediently.
Old Madam Su carried the zither out. Yu Youyao took a closer look. The zither was dark green and looked elegant and simple. "Ms. Ye, your zither is really beautiful."
Ms. Ye's fingers hooked, picked, wiped, tapped, and twirled. The Ode to the Zither flowed between her fingers. It was clear, strange, light, and distant, like the endless spring rain.
