Li Beinian returned home and heard someone playing the fiddle before she even entered.
The door wasn't closed and Li Beinian saw Old Master holding the fiddle and singing to himself.
The loud singing voice resonated and the melody was extremely moving, but it stopped abruptly when Li Beinian entered.
"Eh?" Old Mr. Li stopped and looked at Li Beinian with a smile. "Why is our Nian Nian so beautiful today, you look like a fairy."
Li Beinian raised her eyebrow at the praise and said, "You're wrong, I've always been a fairy."
"You're shameless." Old Mr. Li laughed. "Why are you back today? Did you have fun?"
"Yeah." Li Beinian stepped forward and played with the fiddle. "Grandpa, why are you so happy today?"
Old Mr. Li laughed and stood up. "It's nothing, I was just reminiscing about the past and was in a good mood, so I sang a few songs. Come, sit with me."
