"The 'Guanshan Yue' that you played, it was taught to you by Xiao Yuezhi, right?" The old Lady put down her teacup and looked at Ran Yan.
Ran Yan replied, "Indeed it was."
"The plum blossoms mirror the Guanshan Yue, the flute melodies still linger around the Phoenix Platform... I too often played this tune back when I was in Longxi, already forty years gone by now, it's been so long since I last heard the melody, and hearing it today suddenly brings up the past. Would you be willing to play it once more for this old lady?" The old Lady leaned forward slightly, with a hint of a request in her posture.
Ran Yan didn't expect the old Lady to be so courteous and hurriedly returned the courtesy, "It is Ran Yan's honor to play the flute for the old Lady."
The old Lady's smile was light on her face, yet Ran Yan felt that she was actually quite delighted.
"You, you do remind me of An Ning," the old Lady exclaimed nostalgically.
