As soon as Qiu Tu walked into the courtyard, he heard a beautiful harmonica melody coming from inside the house.
The sound was clear and melodious, like a mountain stream, twirling and dancing in the air.
At times it was light and brisk, like a spring breeze, with a touch of joy that was hard to detect; at other times deep and somber, like the night, filled with thoughts and stories.
Seeing this, Qiu Tu couldn't help but stop in his tracks and listen intently.
In these troubled times, too many people have too many stories. Clearly, the woman inside was no different...
After quietly listening for two or three minutes, when the piece ended, Qiu Tu clapped as he stepped inside.
"I didn't expect Secretary Tao to have harmonica skills. It seems that nobody who works as a secretary for the Commissioner is simple."
Upon hearing Qiu Tu's praise, Tao Yaoyao inside the house smiled and responded, "It's just a little pastime of mine."
"Compared to Chief Qiu... it's nothing."
