Due to the lack of information, Zhao Ya thought for a long time but still came up empty; with no choice, he returned to Guangde Square, planning to find a solution tomorrow.
Meanwhile, as he departed, in an unremarkable residence on Yuzhu Alley, a lean man was playing the erhu.
His bow moved as if a fast and fierce storm, pouring out a melody both gentle and urgent, just listening to it left people breathless.
Yet in this situation, a refined and gentle young man standing before him responded melodiously, perfectly integrating his winding and mellow tune with the erhu's sound.
The audience in the room listened intently, not daring to even breathe heavily.
Finally.
When the last line of song was sung, the erhu music, which was as wild as a rushing flood, abruptly stopped.
In an instant, the wind ceased, the rain stopped, and the room fell into an unusual silence.
Everyone was lost in the shocking moment, only reacting after a while before breaking into applause.
"Bravo!"
