The fake heiress loves to act? The max-level boss isn't interested in playing along.

"This one won't work."

Fu Hua put down her harmonica and said with certainty, "The reed in the third hole is making noise. It must be because it wasn't properly aligned during assembly."

The saleswoman's smile froze for a moment: "Young lady, you can't just say things like that. This is our best-selling brand, and no customer has ever complained about it."

"Now we have it."

Fu Hua spoke calmly, then picked up another one. "This one... the seventh hole isn't airtight enough; it'll leak air when you blow on it."

Although Leilei is a beginner, he cannot choose items with obvious quality problems.

Otherwise, the pitch will be completely off.

"you--"

The shop assistant's face darkened. "Do you even know anything about the harmonica? Why are you pointing and gesturing like that?"

The girl was dressed plainly, with not a single brand-name item on her clothes.

What could a girl from such a family background possibly know about music?

It's just aimless wandering around and nitpicking.

"How dare you talk like that?"

Zhang Wen glanced sideways at the sales clerk, tugged at Fu Hua's sleeve, and said petulantly, "We're not buying it. Let's go somewhere else. What kind of attitude is this..."

Learning a musical instrument is indeed very expensive these days.

She also said that it wasn't unreasonable for the shop assistant to question the quality of the goods.

"It's okay."

Fu Hua put down the second violin and looked at the shop assistant, "Anything else?"

The shop assistant stared at Fu Hua for a few seconds, then suddenly let out a cold laugh.

He pulled out a dusty box from the very bottom of the counter: "This one's German-made, the only one left in the store. It's a bit pricey, but it's definitely flawless—I'm just worried you won't know how to pick one."

The box was opened, revealing a silver-cased harmonica, its craftsmanship truly exquisite.

Fu Hua picked up the zither, her fingers tracing the inscription on the body—Hohner.

German and Lei is indeed a good brand.

She tried a few notes and nodded: "This one is good."

"Can?"

The shop assistant scoffed, "Young lady, didn't you just say that this hand and that hand had problems? This one doesn't have any problems? I think you're just making things up."

Several other customers in the store also looked over.

Zhang Wen's face flushed red: "Who's talking nonsense? Your stuff has a problem, and we can't even point it out? That's ridiculous!"

Fu Hua stood still, looking at the shop assistant: "What do you want?"

"Simple,"

The shop assistant raised his chin and said, "If you really know music, play a tune on this instrument."

"If you play well, I'll give you this German-imported piano at cost price. If you don't play well, you and your friend should leave immediately and not waste my business."

This deal is a sure win!

People were so innocent back then.

"OK!"

Fu Hua readily agreed.

The air in the store became quiet.

Several customers who were looking at musical instruments stopped what they were doing and looked over curiously.

The clerk made no attempt to hide the sarcasm in his eyes.

He solemnly took the harmonica out of the box and handed it to Fu Hua.

"Be careful not to break it, or you'll have to pay for it."

Fu Hua remained noncommittal, gently holding the silver harmonica.

A cool, metallic sensation came from my fingertips.

In my past life—not on stage, but late at night in the lab, when the data wouldn't run.

She would stand by the skylight of the research institute and play the harmonica.

It has a really great atmosphere!

It's not classical music, but some simple tunes to massage a tired brain.

"Huahua..."

Zhang Wen whispered to her, "Why did you agree to him? Let's go!"

Fu Hua didn't say anything.

She brought the harmonica to her lips and closed her eyes.

When the first note was played, everyone in the store was stunned.

That wasn't the "The East Is Red" or "Moscow Nights" they were familiar with.

Instead, it was a melody I had never heard before.

— Melodious, gentle, tinged with a touch of nostalgia and wistfulness,

Like the autumn afternoon breeze, blowing through the empty streets,

Roll up the golden fallen leaves.

The Wind Rises.

It was a popular song from a previous life, and it hadn't been created in this era.

Fu Hua played very softly, without showing off her skills, simply letting the notes flow naturally.

It felt as if I were standing in the autumn wind, watching the streets covered with yellow leaves.

The harmonica's tone inherently carries a melancholic quality.

This melody is brought to its fullest potential in this piece.

The shop was so quiet that you could hear the noise of the street outside.

Several customers forgot about the musical instruments they were carrying.

He stared blankly at the girl in the coat.

Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes casting soft shadows on her cheeks.

Her hair was blown about by the autumn wind, fluttering slightly.

She was completely immersed in the music, like a lone island.

The music drifted out through the open shop doors and onto the street.

Passersby stopped and peered into the store.

Someone asked in a low voice, "What song is that? I've never heard it before..."

"I don't know...it sounds so good..."

"Who's playing the harmonica? They look so young..."

Just then, the group arrived at the entrance of the musical instrument store.

Steinberg was wearing a dark brown suit and still holding that cane.

He was accompanied by a translator and two members of the French delegation.

Also present was Lin Jingqiu, who was assigned by Commander Wang to accompany them.

"Mr. Steinberg, this store is the best musical instrument shop in Wangfujing..."

Lin Jingqiu was introducing the topic when she suddenly stopped.

The music wafting from the store made her freeze in place.

That wasn't a display of skill, nor was it deliberate sentimentality.

Rather, it is a kind of...natural flow.

Like a mountain spring, like a gentle breeze,

Like someone standing on the banks of the river of time, softly humming a song of memories.

Steinberg also stopped in his tracks.

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes gradually brightening: "What kind of tune is this? Is it a folk tune from China?"

"have no idea,."

The translator replied in a low voice, "We've never heard of it either."

Steinberg closed his eyes and felt the music.

A moment later, I found myself walking into the store without thinking.

Just as they entered the store, Fu Hua had finished playing the last note.

The lingering sound vibrated and dissipated in the air.

Like ripples left by the wind on the surface of water.

The shop was completely silent.

Several seconds passed before someone started clapping.

The shop assistant stared, her face alternating between red and white.

He didn't expect... this little girl is really good at playing the flute, and she plays it so well!

This piece of music is also unheard of.

Zhang Wen excitedly grabbed Fu Hua's arm: "Hua Hua, you're amazing! I never knew you could play the harmonica, and you never..."

Her words came to an abrupt halt when she saw the person standing at the door.

Lin Jingqiu also saw Fu Hua.

She paused for a few seconds before recognizing her—this was Su Yurou's biological daughter who had returned from the countryside.

Her name is Fu Hua.

Fu Hua came from the countryside; Su Yurou was with her at the time.

At that moment, Su Yurou hurriedly took the child and left.

Later, on the day of the family reunion banquet, she was away on a business trip and didn't attend.

I never expected the child to be so fair-skinned.

If it weren't for those eyes, so calm and composed...

She didn't recognize him either.

But...didn't Su Yurou say that this child doesn't understand anything?

Didn't they say she didn't even attend school for more than a few days in the countryside?

How can you play the harmonica?

Moreover, the harmonica is played so well...

Better than many actors in performing arts troupes!

Steinberg had already reached the counter, his eyes fixed on Fu Hua: "Young lady, what was the name of that piece of music you just heard? Who composed it?"

Fu Hua put down her harmonica and calmly replied, "It was just something I played on the spot; it doesn't have a name."

"Just saying?"

Steinberg's tone changed. "Such a complete melody, such an exquisite structure—was it just impromptu?"

Fu Hua didn't reply, and put the harmonica back in its case.

I said to the shop assistant, "Can I take the piano with me now?"