Chapter 162 - Yan And An

It was a very spacious and bright living room. The magnificent villa was built in the shape of a bird's nest. There were two staircases leading up to the second floor which stretched out on both sides, and the rooms were facing each other. It radiated a very lively and warm feeling, as if the house was full of people.

The little girl looked around in surprise as she followed her father up to the second floor and to the innermost door on the left.

Creak~

The door sounded heavy and ancient as it opened.

There was a gloomy chill. Probably no one had entered this room for a long time.

The cold and tidy surfaces gave the sense that the room was stuck in time.

In the empty and spacious surroundings, some things had been neatly arranged in one corner of the room. A unique classical piano stood on the right by the window, and the music score on it fluttered slightly. It gave the illusion that a young girl was still sitting there, pensively playing a tune with slender fingers.

Lu An couldn't help but stare a little blankly. She didn't know what she was feeling, but her heart suddenly felt full.

"Your mother wrote this song before you were born. She said that she hoped that you would be like a wisp of smoke1 drifting high in life.

"Daughter, do you want to change your name back to Yan?"

As Father Lu spoke, he suddenly recalled something, and his words were filled with heartache.

Thinking back, he and his wife had poured through the character dictionary, encyclopedias, and even ancient literature, before they finally decided on Yan.

Unlike for the first five children: No. 1 had come suddenly, and had been given the name Boran. As for No. 2, his looks and later his personality were ordinary, so he was called Jingfan. As for No. 3, his name was derived from a place in the novel his wife had been reading back then, which was called Qingzhou. No. 4 and No. 5 had it a little better, since their mother had fallen for Korean dramas by then.

"No need. I think the word 'An' is pretty good."

His daughter smiled sweetly and said, "In the past, my name was Qi An, which meant praying for peace. But now that I'm called Lu An, it means a safe journey. Isn't that good?"

The little girl's bright eyes sparkled, and she added, "Besides, compared with a wisp of smoke drifting high in life or whatever, I'm a rough person, and I prefer the sense of security when I'm on solid ground. What do you think, Dad?"

His daughter tilted her head and winked at him.

Father Lu couldn't help but laugh. "That's right, that's right! I think the word 'An' is good too. The word 'An' is good!" As long as his daughter liked it, it didn't matter what she was called.

"Oh, right, Dad, can I play this song?"

There was a unique feel to it; just looking at it made her fingers itch.

Lu An tested the piano a few times. On the side, her father said in surprise, "Daughter, y- you know how to play the piano?"

"Mm, you could say that?"

The girl tilted her head and gave a vague answer.

Her father immediately pulled out the chair for her. At the same time, he swept the nonexistent dust off the piano.

Lu An sat down.

She raised her hands, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes, and like the tinkling of little bells, the music flowed like water.

A sublime tune rang out!

The girl was highly focused. Her fair and tender little face was like a sprite's, and her fingers were nimble and deft. The music surged and ebbed, sometimes melodious and sometimes low and harsh before becoming sweet again, like the sun after the rain…

Father Lu was stupefied.

It was as if he had returned to the past. At that time, he and his wife had just arrived in South City. They didn't have much money, and were actually very poor. However, when he came back from work every day, his wife would play songs to soothe and encourage him. At times it was serene, at times beautiful, at times joyful, at times melancholic, and at other times wacky. In the throes of their feelings, they would play a duet, and the fatigue from the entire day would disappear like smoke!

Father Lu couldn't help but cry as he stared blankly at his daughter.

On the side, little Fifth Brother had already finished recording the video. He excitedly created a chat group.

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