Don't Panic, I'm Here

This story is also known as Triangle Level 10 and Erhu Level Minus 18. Blurb 1: Huang Jiujiu loves the erhu. No... she adores it. She drifts in and out of a third-rate orchestra, occasionally making a token appearance, with no ambition at all. All she wants is to become a master of the erhu. Unfortunately, fate has other plans. She can pick up any other instrument in no time, but the erhu is like one massive bug. Blurb 2: Huang Jiujiu is a percussionist in a symphony orchestra. She often spends the entire performance standing in some corner, holding a triangle and striking it a couple of times. Once, after a concert, she heard an audience member ask curiously: "All the other violinists are playing their hearts out, while she stands in the back without even lifting her eyelids. She only taps the triangle when she feels like it. Was she asleep?" Huang Jiujiu: "What do you know? She's a brick, okay? The orchestra needs a brick, so she fills in wherever she's needed." Please add my new book, Mom, Help!, to your reading list: Cui Cuicui works overtime until late at night. On her way home, a man suddenly starts following her down a narrow alley. In a panic, she rushes into an apartment building, pounds on a door, and calls out, "Mom, I'm home!" The door opens, and the man catches up. Just as Cui Cuicui is about to duck behind the auntie inside, she hears the man's deep, pleasant voice: "Mom, I'm home!" ...Later, Cui Cuicui marries the man, and her fake mom becomes her real mom. Theme: