Finally, two figures emerged."Grandpa, Yan Yan and I came to see you." Si Ye Chen's voice was clear and refreshing.But the old man's eyes, not for a second did they rest on his own grandson, completel...jestic melody flowed out from her strings, surpassing Li Qianqian in scale, grandeur, and pleasing beauty...Li Qianqian's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Ou Yan wrote violin pieces even when sh...