The Pipa ghost hugged the Pipa and left the eaves where he was hiding from the rain.

...

The back is indeed as expected by the Pipagod.

It never met a boy under the roof on a rainy day again.

...

The drizzle of rain fell along the eaves.

Looking at the rain curtain in front of him, the pipa ghost stretched out his hand.

The pale palm seemed to be faintly shining under the dim sky.

...

Um?

The movements coming from around him made it turn.

The next second, it was slightly stunned.

...

The old lady carrying a cloth bag was slightly hunched over.

Squinted at the gloomy sky.

...

The pipa ghost hand gently flicked.

The light tone is sandwiched between the sound of wind and rain, as if it is stained with water vapor, and it makes it look a bit ethereal.

...

The old lady responded without any response.

The Pipa Ghost doesn't care either.

There were plucking strings all over the place.

It was like the sound of rain.

It hits people's heart.

Hmm.

It is in the heart of people who can hear it.

pity……

Most of the performances of the pipa ghosts have no listeners.

...

certainly.

It's a pity that people can't hear it.

The Pipa ghost doesn't feel a pity.

Never before-

Playing on it is instinct.

It is a habit that is engraved into the bones and blood.

It's a pipa ghost.

Its performance does not require the audience's applause or appreciation.

It has its own enough.

...

after……

Neither will.

...

The story of the Pipa Ghost paused.

It looks at the human in front of it.

Hmm.

It never thought that it would know Lord Xiao Xiao in the future.

Even among humans who can see it, Lord Xiao Xiao is special.

Lord Xiao Xiao said...

They are friends.

...

After a brief distracted mind, the Pipa Ghost continued his story.

...

That child is just a small episode in its long life.

There are very few places behind that eave.

How long it will stay in one place is completely casual.

Maybe it will be long.

Maybe it's just the way.

...

That child disappeared in its memory.

until……

After many years...

It actually met the child again.

Under that familiar eaves.

On a familiar rainy day.

In the familiar summer.

Too many coincidences will inevitably stimulate dusty memories.

This is especially true for sensual humans.

...

Children from the past have grown up.

only……

When I first met, my eyes that looked dark and shiny when I looked at the heavy rain seemed to be covered with dust.

Dull and obscure.

...

"……here……"

The man murmured.

"ah?"

The girl next to her immediately turned her head and looked at the man, "What?"

The nervousness in my heart has relaxed a little.

...

The man did not look at the girl.

Still looking at the sky.

Let the slanted drizzle wrapped in the wind hit his face.

“…I suddenly remembered something…”

...

"What?"

The girl hugged the file bag in her arms tightly.

A little doubt appeared on his face.

"Is there something I didn't handle just now?"
To be continued...