After eating two big buns, Lu Zheng left the house with Liu Qingyan and a few others.
He then noticed Du Yueyao kept glancing at him.
"What are you looking at?"
Du Yueyao scratched her head, chuckled, and eagerly asked, "Brother Lu, did you write that 'Liang and Zhu'?"
Lu Zheng raised an eyebrow, not surprised.
Liu Qingyan and Du Yueyao spent a lot of time together, so sharing a storybook with her was nothing unusual.
"I didn't write it; it's a story passed down in my hometown," Lu Zheng said.
"It's really well written, and that accompanying music, 'Liang and Zhu,' is so poignant that it brings tears to the eyes," Du Yueyao said, looking very moved.
Even Liu Qingyan beside her nodded repeatedly, and Elder Liu also seemed deeply touched by the tune.
Lu Zheng smacked his lips, "Indeed, this story is quite touching where I'm from."
