Toward midnight, she craved a pinkish tint.
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"Willow Flute?" Shen Qian took the willow flute, looking at it curiously. He had never seen such a thing, not even heard of it. He didn't know how to play it.
By now, Lian Manman had already whittled another willow flute.
"Watch me," Lian Manman told Shen Qian, "You've seen people play flutes before, haven't you? It's the same."
As she spoke, Lian Manman put the willow flute to her mouth and blew a note to demonstrate for Shen Qian. Shen Qian laughed and put the willow flute to his lips to give it a try. Crisp and pleasing flute notes started to echo one after another.
"This is so much fun, it's magical," Shen Qian said, his chubby little face flushed with joy, "Manman, you know so much."
