He unexpectedly becomes a father at the start of his life, and the mother of his child is a national

As Lin Caiwei listened, she slowly stopped walking.

She looked down at her daughter's rosy cheeks, her eyes wide with surprise: "Sisi, how do you know so many musical instruments?"

These are not the toy pianos or drums that children usually see; many of them are professional musical instruments.

It's not unusual for a three-year-old to be able to name a guitar or keyboard, but to know a timpani, guzheng, saxophone, or accordion? These words come out of her mouth accurately and naturally.

Sisi had a "what's so strange about that?" look on her face.

"My dad told me! He said these instruments can all produce really beautiful sounds!" She paused, as if remembering something important, and her tone became even more proud:

"Dad even taught Sisi to play the guitar! Sisi can now play 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'!"

Lin Caiwei was genuinely surprised.

She looked at Chen Hao, her eyes asking, "Really?"

"You... teach Sisi to play the guitar?"

Chen Hao smiled and said in a casual tone, "Just playing around."

She has small hands and can't hold a standard guitar, so I got her a mini guitar that was modified from a ukulele, with a thin neck and soft strings.

I taught her a few of the simplest chords, and she can play the first few phrases of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star."

"That's still amazing..." Lin Caiwei murmured.

She suddenly realized that Chen Hao had given Sisi much more than just meticulous care in her daily life.

Unbeknownst to him, he had already opened window after window for Sisi, allowing her to see a richer and broader world.

These are things that many fathers—and even many mothers—may not be able to think of or do.

The three continued walking forward.

The recording studio is at the other end of the house. It was originally a guest room, but Chen Hao completely renovated it.

Lin Caiwei was stunned when she pushed open the door.

She wasn't unfamiliar with recording studios.

She has her own music studio, which is quite well-equipped.

But what she was seeing... completely exceeded her expectations.

The room is about 20 square meters and has undergone professional acoustic treatment.

The walls are covered with light gray sound-absorbing cotton, and a low-frequency trap stands in the corner.

In the very center is a dark, professional-looking control panel, densely packed with knobs, pushers, and indicator lights, which looks quite expensive.

Opposite the control panel was a glass-enclosed recording booth, which contained a professional pop filter, a music stand, and two high-end condenser microphones of brands she recognized.

But none of these things surprised her the most.

The most eye-catching thing is the musical instrument racks that line both sides of the room.

On the left is the Western musical instrument section: acoustic guitar, electric guitar, bass, violin, cello, flute, clarinet, trumpet, trombone, saxophone, accordion...

On the right is the traditional Chinese musical instrument area: guzheng, pipa, erhu, dizi, xiao, yangqin, ruan...

The collection was dazzling, like a miniature version of a musical instrument museum, and it was clear that each instrument was well-maintained and not bought as mere decorations.

"Mommy, look!" Sisi let go of her hand, ran to the instrument stand, and pointed with her little finger.

"Guitar, bass, timpani, guzheng... Sisi, I'm not kidding, there really are so many!"

Lin Caiwei slowly walked in, her gaze sweeping over the musical instruments.

She started out as a singer, but she also has some basic knowledge of musical instruments.

She could tell that these were not toy models, but real professional musical instruments.

There are some brands and models that she hasn't even been willing to buy for her own studio.

"Chen Hao," she turned her head, her voice filled with undisguised surprise, "you... you arranged all of this?"

"Yes," Chen Hao said casually.

He spoke casually, but Lin Caiwei knew in her heart that it was anything but simple.

Putting money aside—these instruments together would cost at least several hundred thousand, and possibly close to a million—the maintenance and upkeep alone would be a huge undertaking.

Humidity, temperature, and regular adjustments—none of these can be taken lightly.

Moreover, many musical instruments require time to learn and play; they can't just be displayed and looked at.

Her gaze fell on the accordion and saxophone.

These two instruments are not commonly found in popular music today, especially the accordion, which not many young people play.

"These..." she gestured to the black accordion and the gleaming saxophone, "You can play them all?"

Chen Hao scratched the back of his head, smiling a little embarrassedly:

"I've tried them all, and I know a little bit about them. I wouldn't say I'm an expert, but I can manage to play a tune."

"Daddy's amazing!" Sisi immediately ran over, hugged Chen Hao's leg, and looked up at her mother with her little face to "testify."

"Dad can make sounds on all the instruments here! Sisi has heard them all! Dad even played 'Two Tigers' on the trumpet!"

Lin Caiwei looked at Chen Hao, her eyes filled with a mixture of inquiry and curiosity: "Really?"

Chen Hao was a little overwhelmed by his daughter's praise and laughed, "Sisi, you're exaggerating. I've only played it a few times; I don't really know how to play properly."

"Well..." Lin Caiwei thought for a moment, unable to suppress her curiosity any longer.

"Could you play a piece for me right now? Like the accordion piece Sisi mentioned earlier?"

She was genuinely curious.

Chen Hao can paint, knows how to trade stocks, and can write songs; these are already incredible enough for her.

If someone can even play a relatively niche instrument like the accordion skillfully, then that person is truly... unfathomable.

Chen Hao glanced at the bright anticipation in Lin Caiwei's eyes, then looked down at Sisi's excitedly bouncing face, and nodded:

"Alright, then I'll make a fool of myself. Don't laugh if I don't play well."

He walked to the instrument rack and carefully took down the accordion.

This is a 120-bass Parrot brand accordion, in excellent condition. The black body has a lustrous sheen, and the straps look very sturdy.

"What song would you like to hear?" he asked Lin Caiwei, adjusting the strap length as he did so.

Lin Caiwei thought about it seriously: "Can you play 'Moscow Nights'? My grandfather used to love this piece, and I used to hear him hum it all the time when I was little."

"Yes," Chen Hao smiled.

"This is such a classic; almost everyone who learns the accordion has played it."

He carried his violin to the chair in the center of the room and sat down.

Sisi immediately followed, obediently sitting cross-legged on the carpet at his feet, tilting her little face up as if she was ready to appreciate it seriously.

Lin Caiwei also pulled over a swivel chair and sat down a little further away, her gaze falling on Chen Hao.

Chen Hao held the instrument firmly in his arms, placing his left and right hands in their proper positions—his right hand on the keyboard and his left hand on the bass button.

He took a deep breath and pressed his finger down.

The first note flowed out, carrying the unique hum of the accordion, as if gushing from the depths of the bellows.

[Ding! Playing "Moscow Nights" on the accordion, Music Skill Experience Points +200]

The sound of the accordion is indeed very special.

It is neither as bright as a piano nor as smooth as a violin, but rather possesses a rich, slightly nasal, lyrical quality.