When Xia Zhe returned home, he started to clean the house and tidy up whatever the children had dirtied and messed up during the day. He suddenly saw the piece of paper with the musical notes which the children had drawn and felt a little curious.
"Did Qian'e teach them this?" Xia Zhe asked as he held up the piece of paper.
"Yes. She even said that the bone structure of Xia Xing's hands is very suitable for playing the piano. She taught them the entire afternoon, but I don't know if they understand what she said," Qiao Mei said.
"This really sounds like something she would do…" Xia Zhe lamented.
After Xia Zhe played with the children for a long time, he coaxed them to sleep. Then, he and Qiao Mei also went to bed. The next morning, he left for work very early again. Qiao Mei was gradually getting used to this kind of life.
