Chapter 272: The Harp Mr. Herrera Gave
“Hmm,” Myrna glanced around the living room, not seeing anyone. A hint of confusion flickered in her eyes.
Cedric seemed to perceive her confusion and quickly said, “Mr. Larson, Mr. Payne, and Mr. Alfredo are in the kitchen cooking noodles for you. Longevity noodles taste best when made fresh, and they’re still working on it. You may have to wait a little longer.”
Myrna, hearing about longevity noodles for the first time, went downstairs with a nod. She took out a bottle of water from the refrigerator and gulped down two sips.
Cedric came over and handed her something.
“Ms. Stark, after you left, the waiter at Watershed Restaurant said an old gentleman had left something there, claiming it was a birthday gift for you. Since they couldn’t find you, they asked him to deliver it on your behalf. I saw that the item seemed to be some kind of musical instrument.”
Myrna furrowed her brows upon hearing this, only then remembering she had forgotten about her appointment while busy settling the score with Stephanie.
This time, he stood her up.
Myrna had a headache and asked him, “Where did you put the things?”
Cedric pouted and said, “Living room. Mr. Larson said that once you woke up, you would definitely look for that gift and bring it back.”
“Do you want to see?”
He spoke without wasting words, quickly found the things, and handed them to Myrna, sighing, “I originally thought this thing was a harp, but later Mr. Larson said it’s not a harp; it’s some kind of classical instrument from the country. What was it called again…”
Those two words were quite complicated, and he had forgotten them.
Myrna looked at the item he brought. The brown wooden texture was simple and understated, with a semi-circular arc design that resembled a Western harp. But upon closer inspection, slight differences could be observed between the two.
Compared to the harp, this peculiar instrument has fewer strings and, unlike the Western harp, its body is entirely made of wood grain. The tail is longer, and the burnt yellow wood grain looks like a charred piece.
Myrna brought the item over, her voice sounding a bit hoarse: “Harp.”
As soon as she said that, Cedric suddenly clapped his hands and remembered, “Yes, yes, yes, it’s a harp! Mr. Larson also said that it’s a harp!”
He looked at the calm girl in surprise and asked curiously, “Ms. Stark, can you still play this?”
Since it was a birthday gift, it couldn’t possibly be something that can only be looked at but not used. But he remembered that not many people in Harp knew how to play it.
Myrna had already seen small ancient characters carved with a knife at the end of the instrument’s body—Ernesto.
She took the instrument and walked toward the sofa, casually muttering, “I know a little.”
Cedric curiously asked, “So, is this instrument very expensive?”
Myrna hesitated for a moment, seemingly not expecting him to ask this question. Her raven-black eyelashes drooped slightly, as if contemplating.
The final conclusion was, “It’s okay, not particularly expensive.”
This kind of phoenix-tail harp, if priced individually, could be in the seven figures. But if you add additional value, such as the Ernesto inscription on the tail, it would probably cost a six-figure sum. An eight-digit number was neither cheap nor expensive for her.
Cedric misunderstood, seeing her so calm, and then seeing that the tail of the instrument looked burnt, instinctively assumed it was worth a few hundred dollars. He couldn’t help but sigh, “It seems that bigger things are not necessarily more valuable.” This instrument looks so big, but it turns out that its price isn’t even as high as that of an erhu. That person who gave the gift was really stingy, giving something so difficult to obtain, and it only cost a few hundred yuan!
Myrna knew from his expression that the price he was thinking of must be different from what she had said. Just as she was about to explain, the person from the kitchen came out.