Chat at night
The siblings sat in the courtyard, bathed in the night. Chen Liuhe's palm rhythmically tapped his knee, his head gently swaying, and he softly hummed Grandfather's favorite Peking opera, using the same Tan-style singing that Grandfather loved. Though not particularly melodious, lacking the charm of Grandfather's singing, it still entranced Shen Qingwu. "Brother, besides Grandfather's Peking opera, I love listening to you sing the most. It's not good, but it's very good." After Chen Liuhe's singing stopped, Shen Qingwu whispered. "Not good but very good?" Chen Liuhe burst into laughter, brushing off a fallen leaf from Shen Qingwu's hair and said, "Only my little sister, Shen Qingwu, in this world could say such a thing!" Shen Qingwu smiled faintly, lacking the stunning beauty that could
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