"Does mom still like playing the guzheng?"
With his eyebrows raised, Gu Xu looked at Ye Jiajia, clearly surprised.
Ye Jiajia raised her hand and rested her elbow on the open window, propping up her cheek while looking at him.
She nodded and said, "Yes, guzheng, guqin, flute, reed pipe, my mom can play all of them."
Every mention of her mom fills Jiajia with a great sense of pride and joy.
"I didn't know our mom was so talented." Gu Xu checked the traffic and road conditions in front of them, noticing that the way ahead was clear before he turned to look at her again, "You must be talented as well."
"I can't compare to my mom." Ye Jiajia took her hand off the window, adjusted her sitting posture, and added, "I can't play any."
"Hasn't mom forced you to learn?"
"No, she did not force me to learn any talents."
"Looks like mom is quite democratic."
"Gu Xu, how come you call her 'mom' so naturally?"
