It looked like a guitar, just more rounded. I picked up the orange colored instrument and plucked at it a few times as the owner of the store wandered over.
"Antique that. One of the few western instruments found in China from before the revolution. Owned by a high ranking bureaucrat, he was apparently quite fixated on his youth, he'd play this to remind himself of-"
I placed the instrument down slowly.
"Are you honestly expecting me to believe this is a maudlin Mandarin's mandolin?"
"Almost there. Note the color, sweeter than orange, smaller too."
I walked out in disgust.
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