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

Chen Hao's fingers moved across the black and white keys, while his left hand pressed the bass keys to control the chords.

The melodious and soothing piano music immediately drew people into a nostalgic atmosphere, tinged with a touch of sadness yet full of warmth.

After the intro, Chen Hao began to sing.

"In the quiet garden late at night..."

[Ding! Singing "Moscow Nights" - Singing skill experience points +200]

His voice is very pleasant; it's not the kind of singing that's been deliberately crafted with technical skill, but rather a very natural and sincere narrative quality.

The pitch was extremely stable, the breath control was excellent, and what was even more remarkable was the emotional depth of the performance—

He seemed to have truly placed himself in that tranquil summer night garden, humming softly to the breeze and starlight.

Lin Caiwei was caught off guard.

She had heard many versions of "Moscow Nights"—bel canto, pop, instrumental, and various other interpretations.

But Chen Hao's version is different.

He plays the accordion with exceptional skill.

The right-hand melody line is clear and smooth, the left-hand chords are rich and accurate, the bellows opening and closing force is just right, and the dynamic changes are extremely natural.

This is definitely not a matter of "knowing a little bit". Without years of practice, one cannot achieve this level of proficiency where the player and the instrument are one.

His rendition retained the original song's heartfelt tone while incorporating a more personal and relaxed approach, making it exceptionally comfortable and moving to listen to.

"The stream flows quietly, with gentle ripples..."

[Ding! Music skill experience points +350]

[Ding! Singing skill experience points +380]

Chen Hao was completely immersed in the music.

His eyes were slightly closed, and his body swayed very slightly with the melody.

The accordion seemed to come alive in his arms; the breathing of the bellows, the rise and fall of his fingers—every movement was so smooth and natural, as if the instrument was originally a part of his body.

Lin Caiwei was somewhat lost in thought.

She herself had studied piano for several years and knew how much effort it took to play an instrument.

The accordion is especially difficult—the right hand is responsible for the melody, the left hand controls the chords, and at the same time, the arm must control the force and rhythm of the bellows. It's like having to think in three different directions and coordinate your hands and feet.

Without several years of solid practice, it's difficult to even play a complete song.

But Chen Hao's playing... was more than just good.

She was completely at ease; her relaxed and natural demeanor made it seem less like a performance and more like chatting with an old friend.

This level of skill is something that even many professional musicians, let alone amateurs, might not be able to match with his effortless and expressive playing.

The singing continued, gently filling every corner of the room.

"My beloved is sitting beside me..."

When he sang this line, whether intentionally or unintentionally, Chen Hao opened his eyes slightly and his gaze swept lightly over Lin Caiwei's face.

Lin Caiwei's heart skipped a beat, and the heat that had just subsided on her face quietly crept back up.

She suddenly felt that, at this moment, this old lyric seemed to have taken on a different meaning, one that made her feel uneasy.

Sisi sat on the carpet, her little hands supporting her chin, listening intently.

Although the little one couldn't understand the delicate emotions in the lyrics about the night, the garden, and the sweetheart, the gentleness and beauty in the music were universal.

She could feel the warmth in her father's singing and the deep affection in his piano playing, and her little head bobbed along with the melody.

The song ended.

The last note was slowly exhaled from the bellows, trembled in the air, and gradually dissipated.

Chen Hao loosened the buckle on the bellows and let out a long, soothing breath.

"Clap clap clap clap—!"

Sisi was the first to jump up and clap her hands.

The little one's cheeks flushed with excitement, and he clapped his hands enthusiastically: "Daddy's so amazing! He played so beautifully! He sang so beautifully too!"

She turned and ran to Lin Caiwei's side, tugging at her mother's sleeve:

"Mommy, Mommy, isn't Daddy amazing? He plays the piano beautifully and sings beautifully, right?"

Lin Caiwei then snapped out of her reverie, still lingering in the music.

She looked at Chen Hao with a complex expression—surprise, admiration, and a hint of… a soft emotion that she herself didn’t really want to discern.

"Yes," she nodded, her voice softer than usual, "Dad is really amazing."

She paused, watching Chen Hao carefully place the violin back on the shelf, and added, her tone half-joking and half-serious:

"Chen Hao, if you call this 'knowing a little bit,' then we professional singers are really ashamed to face anyone."

Your accordion playing and singing skills are definitely not just for fun.

Chen Hao put the instrument down, turned around, and still had that slightly embarrassed smile on his face:

"It's just a hobby, something I came up with on my own. I'm glad you like listening to it."

Lin Caiwei didn't reply, but her mind was churning with many thoughts.

She increasingly felt that her understanding of Chen Hao was probably only the tip of the iceberg.

This man is like an inexhaustible treasure trove. Every time you think, "Oh, that's about it," he always manages to reveal a new and surprising brilliance.

What attracted her most was precisely his unassuming humility and down-to-earth nature.

He has ten points of skill, but he only reveals three or four points at most. The rest is hidden in his everyday actions, waiting for those who understand to discover it for themselves.

The accordion's lingering notes still echoed in the living room, its cheerful melody seemingly still swirling in the air.

Sisi clapped her little hands until they were red, her face filled with undisguised admiration, her eyes shining like they were filled with stars.

Lin Caiwei just stared at Chen Hao with a complicated look in her eyes. She had a lot of words stuck in her throat, but when she opened her mouth, she felt that whatever she said would be light and airy, not worthy of the music she had just heard.

Just then, Sisi's big, bright eyes scanned the instrument rack against the wall.

The shelf was a bit old, but it was clean. She couldn't name many of the things on it, hanging on it, or leaning against it.

As she looked, her gaze suddenly became fixed on it—

There hung a pear-shaped wooden object, round in the middle and slender in the neck, gleaming warmly under the overhead light.

"Daddy!" she called out in a clear voice, running over, standing on tiptoe, pointing her finger straight at the mysterious object.

"Can you play this?!"

Chen Hao looked in the direction her little finger was pointing and laughed:

"The pipa," he walked over and gently took it down, "of course."

The pipa lay quietly in his arms.

The sandalwood material has a deep color, exuding a sense of timeless stability.

The curves of the instrument are truly beautiful; from top to bottom, there isn't a single abrupt turn, it's perfectly rounded and smooth.

The four strings were taut, and under the light, they occasionally flashed with a cool metallic gleam.

Sisi stretched out a little finger, cautiously and tentatively approaching the instrument. Just as she was about to touch it, she quickly withdrew it and turned to look at Chen Hao with pleading eyes.

"Dad, could you play one for Sisi? Just for a little while!"