Min Rui sat in a row with others, all holding their cheeks in their hands, listening intently to what the elders thought about the tune.
"Brew a pot of sorrow and joy to mourn the young man, the bright moon remains unchanged, so why feel melancholic? It would be better to traverse winds and waves freely, and harmonize a song across the horizon!"
Kang Li whispered slowly. Meanwhile, Kang Yiyang repeatedly memorized the line his aunt had mentioned in his mind and repeated it aloud, "Brew a pot…"
At that moment, someone knocked on the courtyard door.
"It must be the TV station's car!"
Kang Li spoke and then left the living room. She soon returned, "Dad, I've spoken with the driver. You, Mom, and Yiyang take Ruirui and the others. I'll change my clothes and be out shortly."
With that, Kang Li went to the bedroom.
The TV station's car was spacious, and the family didn't feel cramped sitting inside.