"Alright!" The little guy immediately agreed.
The two men, one big and one small, sat down together on the piano bench, one reached out with his left hand, the other with his right.
"I'll say when to start!" Luo Xiaoqian walked over, glanced at the two who were prepared, "Start!"
Luo Jun had listened to these CDs of Leng Zimo countless times, and was already familiar with the piano pieces down to his bones. Leng Zimo's own compositions, he was even more familiar with, of course.
Although it was the first time the two collaborated, there was no sense of discord.
One with the left hand, one with the right, they matched perfectly.
"Perfect!"
As the piece ended, Luo Xiaoqian immediately applauded them.
"I wish my dad could play as well as Uncle Zimo!" The little guy said with longing.
Leng Zimo patted his little head, "If Uncle Zimo were to be your dad, would you be willing?"
Beside them, Luo Xiaoqian felt a bit worried hearing him suddenly ask this question.
