The last five words, Zong Guang also started singing using the classical scale.
Zong Yi stared at Zong Guang for a while, "My brother, your singing is actually quite pleasant to listen to."
Zong Guang had just wanted to thank his sister, when he heard Zong Yi add another sentence, "It's just slightly worse than Uncle Nie's."
"Isn't that expected?" Zong Guang retorted, "He's an uncle, and I'm a brother, why should I compare my singing skills with an elder's?"
"My brother, you've been abroad for so long, you probably don't know that 'uncles' are all the rage here in China, right?" Zong Yi continued, "I really like 'uncles,' and in the future, I want to find someone who is one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten years older than me."
"My sister, that's quite a range. If someone who's just one or two years older can be called an 'uncle,' then I'm an uncle too."
"My brother, are you over-identifying a bit?"
"Where did I overdo it?"
