The melody, full of exotic flair and a powerful rhythm, was like a stone tossed into a still lake, instantly sending ripples through the little courtyard.
The children had never heard such "strange" music. Their eyes widened and their little mouths fell open, utterly captivated by the sounds flowing from the black box. Their earlier fear of the tricycle flew beyond the highest heavens, and they could not help bobbing their heads to the lively beat.
Xiao Yan was no less stunned by this sudden burst of "celestial music." First he stared in astonishment, then his brows knitted tightly. He strode over to Xiao Yi and lowered his voice, asking in disbelief, "Hey, you... how, how did you make this thing?"
Xiao Yi planted one hand on his hip and proudly patted the wooden casing with the other, the corners of his mouth lifting. "Heh, this treasure took me a lot of work to put together! First, I had to draw down lightning during a thunderstorm to make magnets, and then..."
The corner of Xiao Yan's eye twitched again. Somewhat helplessly, he said, "That's not what I'm asking... I mean, the music... how is it MJ's?" Those lyrics, that melody, were far too familiar to him-so familiar that he felt as though time and space had slipped out of alignment.
At that name, Xiao Yi looked even more pleased with himself. He snapped his fingers, his voice carrying both nostalgia and a touch of swagger. "Oh? You know him too? Of course it's his! The guy took the whole world by storm back then! I even went to one of his concerts myself! That crowd, man-a sea of people! I barely managed to squeeze my way to the front. Now that was mind-blowing!"
As he spoke, the music seemed to