Jing Xuan listened to Zhan Tingzhi's words and felt a tightness in his chest.
"Erhu?" Tang Huai's eyes lit up, her gaze clear and sparkling as she looked at Zhan Tingzhi, "Uncle can play the erhu?"
Zhan Tingzhi laughed, "No, but I like it."
Tang Huai smiled shyly, "I can't either. I've heard it, and I've seen others play, but I can't do it myself."
Hearing this, Zhan Tingzhi looked at Tang Huai in surprise, "You can play the violin, but not the erhu?"
Many old men in the villages have erhus; it's a very common instrument.
But the violin is different; back in those days in the countryside, hardly any old people knew how to play it.
Tang Huai could play the violin but not the erhu, which Zhan Tingzhi found a little hard to believe.
Tang Huai replied with an honest smile, "Yeah, I haven't learned."
In her previous life, she didn't learn the erhu, but there was an old man in her neighborhood who would play it during the square dances of the local seniors.
