After abandoning his wife and children, Bo Xilai coaxed and begged her to reconcile.

As soon as he got out of the car, a gentle and melodious piano melody drifted into his ears. Bo Sinian paused slightly and subconsciously glanced up at the music room on the second floor.

Then, he walked straight ahead.

As the piece ended, Song Jin gently placed her fingertips on the last key and slowly withdrew her hand.

She turned slightly to the side, her eyes gentle as she looked at the old man listening quietly beside her. She smiled faintly, a little embarrassed, "It's been a long time since I've played, I'm a bit rusty."

Bo Zhengxing seemed to still be savoring the moment, and said meaningfully, "You, you're excellent at everything you do, so don't be modest. You can play like this even without much practice; if you practiced diligently, you would be unstoppable."

Song Jin was also amused by him. "It's not as exaggerated as you say. Grandpa is too kind to me."

Bo Zhengxing looked at her kindly, his eyes full of appreciation, and said with heartfelt emotion, "From the first moment I saw you, I had high hopes for you. No matter what it is, you always learn it in no time. If your father hadn't met with misfortune back then, with your talent, you would probably be famous all over the world by now. There wouldn't be that green tea bitch who dares to show off her little skills everywhere, not even afraid of hurting her back."

A hint of sadness flashed across Song Jin's eyes, but she quickly smiled gently again. "Grandpa, thank you for thinking so highly of me. I've always been very grateful to you. Without you..."

Before she could finish speaking, Bo Zhengxing waved his hand to stop her, saying, "Even without me, you would still be an outstanding talent. I'm not mistaken. You are passionate when you need to be, like a burning flame with boundless enthusiasm; you are radiant when you need to be, like the warm spring sun, gentle yet not scorching; you are spirited when you need to be, like a new sprout breaking through the soil, full of upward momentum. So wherever you go, you will be dazzling."

Song Jin also gave him a thumbs up in admiration, "Grandpa, you're so good at praising people, you should publish a book about it."

"Hahaha, you silly child!" Bo Zhengxing was amused by her and laughed heartily. His old laughter echoed in the music room. "Alright, I will write a tutorial on praising people overnight. If it doesn't sell, I'll hold you accountable."

"Okay, no problem." Song Jin readily agreed, "But there's no need to push yourself so hard. It's fine to write all night, but we still need to make sure we get some rest."

"Don't you young people say that 60 is the age to strive and make a name for yourself? By that logic, I shouldn't retire either. Eighty is the age to achieve results." Bo Zhengxing became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, his eyebrows and eyes relaxed, and his smile never faded.

As Bo Sinian walked to the door, he saw the old man and the young man exchanging questions and answers, their relaxed and gentle laughter filling the air with warmth.

Bo Zhengxing noticed that she was dressed rather formally, so he asked her, "Where are you from? Where's Si Nian?"

Just as Song Jin was about to answer, Bo Sinian came in, laughing and teasing, "Here you are. I could hear your laughter downstairs. What are you talking about? Let me hear it too."

Song Jin stared at him in astonishment. Today was Song Zhaoyun's birthday, and Bo Sinian hadn't even been there. He had left so early.

When Old Master Bo saw the young couple arrive, his smile deepened. "Oh, what brings you back together today?"

"I missed you, of course. What else could it be?" Bo Sinian said playfully.

He stood by the piano, his fingertips casually tapping out a few scattered notes on the keys, and exclaimed, "This piano that Grandma left behind is truly well-preserved."

A gentle, nostalgic smile appeared on Bo Zhengxing's face. "Of course. This was your grandmother's most prized possession; she cherished it dearly back then."

"Since you're both here, why don't you two play one together?" the old man suggested with great interest.

"Grandpa, you're putting me in a difficult position. I'm not very skilled to begin with, and it's been so many years since I last played," Bo Sinian said, shrugging his shoulders.

"You brat, you know you're not very skilled," Bo Zhengxing glared at him and scolded.

"Your grandma taught you for so many years, and you didn't learn a single thing? You've ruined it all? You'd better watch out, or your grandma will come to you in your dreams tonight."

Bo Sinian pretended to be scared and trembled slightly. "Grandpa, I'm timid, please don't scare me."

Song Jin also moved to the side, making room for Bo Sinian, and then played a melody on the piano keys to test the sound.

"Is it okay?" she asked Bo Sinian.

She played "My Motherland and I," and Bo Sinian pursed his lips, thinking that the difficulty level was somewhat insulting.

"Let's do it, the main focus will be on pampering Grandpa." Since Grandpa wants to see them play together, then let's offer a four-hand duet.

He sat down next to her without much hesitation.

Actually, this wasn't the first time they had collaborated on this piece.

They were on vacation in Italy when they happened to encounter a young Chinese woman playing music on the street. Seeing that they were Chinese, she invited them to join her.

Song Jin knew that Bo Sinian had been learning to play the piano since childhood from his grandmother, so she let him go.

Bo Sinian pulled her along, "Together?"

Thus began their first four-hand piano duet.

At that time, in a foreign land, they performed this piece together with a group of Chinese sons and daughters from all over the world. Their hearts were filled with excitement, and they felt proud and honored by the strength and prosperity of their motherland.

After many years, they sat together again, playing this piece, feeling only peace and contentment. Especially in recent years, with the country's rapid development, they have been fortunate to participate in and witness the construction of cutting-edge science and technology, and to witness the country gaining a firm foothold and shining brightly on the world stage.

The music flowed gently, filling their hearts with peace, a sense of security, and warmth for their home and country.

Bo Zhengxing is already in his eighties. In his life, he has witnessed the country's transformation from poverty and weakness to prosperity and strength, and its rise to a prominent position in the world. Listening to the music, he felt a surge of pride and was filled with emotion.

"Very good, very good, this piece was played beautifully. It's just a pity that your grandmother passed away early and didn't get to see this glorious era."

"Do you dare to try something a little more difficult?" Bo Sinian asked, still wanting more after finishing one piece.

Song Jin's wrists drooped gently. She hadn't played for a long time, but now she seemed to have regained some of her touch. "Go ahead," she said.

Bo Sinian casually flipped open the sheet music beside him, tapped the notes lightly with his finger, and asked, "How about this one?"

Song Jin glanced at it too, "Debussy's 'Little Suite'?"

Bo Sinian: "Let's play the first movement, 'Boating'."

Song Jin quickly scanned the sheet music and said, "Great."

Soon, a leisurely and poetic melody slowly flowed throughout the music room, drifting into every corner of the courtyard.

Old Master Bo sat to the side listening intently, his brows relaxed and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turning up. He listened with rapt attention, his eyes filled with the peacefulness of time and a lingering warmth.

Butler Chen, who returned from the backyard, was a little puzzled. He had only been gone for twenty minutes, but the old man seemed to be possessed by a pianist. He had been playing intermittently before, but now he was playing better and better.