"I was called a parent because of a pipa fight, and was slapped by my father... I read a self-criticism in front of the whole class..."

"Apologise in public..."

"I blame Pipa for all the shame caused by this."

"If my father hadn't forced me to learn pipa, none of this would have happened."

"The source of everything is Pipa."

"At that time, my dislike of Pipa reached its peak."

"I even hate it a little bit."

"Pipa hurt me so badly."

"I have always been smooth sailing. I am a good child in the eyes of my parents, a good student in the eyes of my teachers, and a good monitor in the eyes of my classmates."

“….How afraid I am that my impression in their eyes will change after that time…”

"He turned into a bad boy who fights, a bad student."

"I'm afraid that my classmates will look at me strangely."

…

The old man looked up.

A clear blue sky came into view.

The sun shines through the gaps in the branches and leaves above.

The old man's somewhat cloudy eyes also lit up with a faint light.

…

"...I had trouble sleeping and eating during that time."

"fortunately."

"With Pipa disappearing from my life..."

"As time goes by……"

"Everything slowly returned to normal."

"My father later sent me to learn calligraphy."

"They say I have a bad temper and need to learn some things to cultivate my character and temper my temper."

"For me, as long as it's not Pipa, I'm willing to do it."

…

"Later, all the classmates in the class knew that I was good at calligraphy."

"And no one remembers that I ever learned pipa."

"My wife doesn't even know that I have learned pipa."

The old man smiled.

"certainly."

"I studied for more than two months back then, but I still had a psychology of rejection."

"I wasn't very good at studying to begin with."

"Now that so many years have passed, it's as if I never learned anything."

…

"only……"

The old man finally looked at the young man beside him again.

"I can no longer play the pipa."

"But the hatred for Pipa is deeply engraved in my heart."

"Even after all these years..."

"When I heard the sound of the pipa again..."

"I recognized it immediately."

"My temper also rose all of a sudden."

Spontaneously...

Conditioned reflex...

It's almost like a physiological reaction.

Not under the control of his own subjective consciousness.

…

"I hate Pipa."

The old man said it calmly.

First time with someone -

Still a strange child, talking about things from many years ago, the old man was immersed in his past memories, and the previous irritability gradually disappeared.
Chapter completed!