The shrill and discordant melody was incomprehensible to Ye Ranran, yet she found it quite pleasing to the ear. In her mind, she imagined ancient people, some standing, some sitting, watching the poignant love story unfold on the stage.
"Sister, can you understand it?" Seeing Ye Ranran intoxicated by the performance, Song Ze curiously asked.
Ye Ranran shook her head honestly, "No, I can't. What about you?"
Why then did she appear as if she understood? Was she teasing him?
"I don't understand it either." He hadn't studied this sort of thing. Actually, few people really understood it, right? Most people were just there for the excitement.
This kind of art, perhaps only those who understand and practice art really get it, right?
Ye Ranran ignored him and continued to listen, absorbed in the moment. Song Ze thought she was being particularly hypocritical.
"If we don't understand it, why are we listening?"
