Li Guanyi said, "Aunt also taught me about qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting."
The Qilin said, "Is that so?"
"Indeed it is..."
All of a sudden, he didn't know how to continue. Thinking back to many, many years ago, that woman taught Murong Qiushui about qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and later, when Murong Qiushui grew up, he also passed on these arts to Li Guanyi.
The wind of Jiangnan remains the same, as do the chess manuals, and the sound of fingers brushing over the strings of the qin is still just like it was at that time.
It's just that the person who once taught her hand in hand had ultimately passed away.
That year, the girl looked at her elder sister's child.
She uttered the words that her elder sister had used to teach her.