Chapter 3368 No Speech
The Pipa Ghost held the pipa and left the roof where they had taken shelter from the rain.

……

What happened next was exactly as Pipa Ghost had expected.

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

……

The rain drops down along the eaves.

Looking at the rain curtain in front of him, the Pipa Ghost stretched out his hand.

The pale palm seemed to emit a faint glow in the dim sky.

……

Ok?
The noise coming from the side made it turn its head.

The next second, it was slightly stunned.

……

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

Squinting my eyes, I looked at the gloomy sky.

……

The Pipa ghost hand flicked lightly.

The light tone mixed with the sound of wind and rain seemed to be stained with water vapor, making it more ethereal.

……

The old lady didn't react.

The Pipa Ghost didn't care either.

He plucked the strings of the zither intermittently.

Like the sound of rain.

It hits people's hearts.

Well.

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

pity……

Most of the time, Pipa Ghost's performances or his spontaneous performances have no audience.

……

of course.

It's a pity for those who can't hear.

The Pipa Ghost did not feel any pity.

Never before -
Playing it is instinctive.

It is a habit engraved in the bones and blood.

It is the Pipa ghost.

Its performance does not require the applause and appreciation of the audience.

It is enough on its own.

……

after that……

Neither will it.

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The Pipa Ghost paused in his narration.

It looked at the human in front of it.

Well.

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

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

Master Xiao Xiao said...

They are friends.

……

After a brief distraction, the Pipa Ghost continued his story.

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

People rarely go behind that eaves.

How long it stays in one place is entirely up to you.

Maybe it will be a long time.

Maybe it’s just a way.

……

The child disappeared from its memory.

until……

After many years...

It actually met the child again.

Under that familiar roof.

On the familiar rainy day.

In the familiar summer.

Too many coincidences will inevitably stimulate dusty memories.

This is especially true for emotional humans.

……

The children of the past have grown up.

only……

When I first saw him, those dark and sparkling eyes that were looking at the heavy rain now seemed to be covered with a layer of dust.

Dark and obscure.

……

"……here……"

The man murmured.

"what?"

The girl next to him immediately turned to look at the man, "What?"

The tension in my heart eased a little.

……

The man did not look at the girl.

Still looking at the sky.

Let the slanting drizzle carried by the wind hit his face.

"...I suddenly remembered something..."

……

"what?"

The girl hugged the document bag tightly in her arms.

There was a hint of doubt on his face.

"Is there something that has not been dealt with just now?"

"So now we-"

……

"No."

The man said in a calm tone.

The low voice gives people a strong sense of oppression.

"It reminded me of something from my childhood..."

……

"what?"

The girl suddenly didn't know whether she should continue asking.

Is this your personal matter, senior?

But the senior said that because he wanted to talk to her, right?

She looked at the man beside her with some entanglement and hesitation. …

The man seemed to have completely ignored the girl's hesitation to speak.

It seemed more like he was talking to himself than talking to the girls.

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"When I was a kid, I always came here to hide from the rain..."

……

The girl breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems there is no need for her to say anything.

She just needs to be a quiet listener.

……

"...Besides me, there is another..."

"Boys older than me..."

To him at that time, he was an older brother.

Of course, for him now...

Also.

The man felt a little amused that he couldn't even call "Big Brother" at his age.

"He, like me, always comes here to avoid the rain."

"…We encountered each other many times while hiding from the rain…"

"When we met for the second time, I found that he was looking at me..."

“I was eating candy.”

"I thought he wanted candy, too."

The man twitched the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Now that I think about it, maybe I misunderstood the other party."

"People might just be surprised to see me again."

"...No wonder he didn't take the candy even though I raised my hand for a long time."

"Finally, I got a little angry and he took the candy from my hand."

……

“…I didn’t realize it at the time…”

The man frowned slightly.

"he……"

The man pursed his lips.

"We have met each other quite often..."

“It’s not like we don’t care about each other.”

"Every time I see him after that, I will bring him candy."

“He would make faces at me.”

……

Hey?
The girl could hardly control the expression on her face.

Make a face?

Does anyone still coax their children like this nowadays?

Well.

Since the senior said so, of course there is.

She had never been made a face by anyone...

Maybe it feels a little strange?

Besides...

Not now either.

When I was still a child...

That must have been ten or twenty years ago?

……

"And he can play the pipa for me..."

……

"Play, play the pipa?!"

The girl couldn't help but let out a low cry.

Then, as if realizing something, she pursed her lips.

She smiled shyly at the man who was looking at her.

"You continue."

She was just a little surprised and shocked...

Making faces and playing the pipa...

Could these two completely unrelated things be done by the same person?
Always felt……

What a unique painting style.

and……

Playing the Pipa...

Is the person you met a street performer?
Or...a student taking extracurricular interest classes?

……

The man looked away.

He looked up at the sky again.

The rain falls like a curtain or a waterfall.

heavily clouded.

There is not a trace of light.

“We’ve encountered this so many times…”

“There are also quite a few interactions…”

Although they didn't spend much time together each time.

After all, summer rainstorms always come and go quickly.

"but I……"

……

The girl swallowed unconsciously.

She tightened her grip around the briefcase.

what happened?
.......
“…I didn’t hear him say a word to me.”

A deep wrinkle was carved between the man's furrowed brows.

……

"what?"

The girl couldn't help but speak out again.

After meeting each other so many times, Senior, have you never heard the other person's voice? !

How can it be?

This is too strange.

Unless the two of them were hiding from the rain, no one would pay attention to each other...

But the senior said that they get along well.

that……

"He really didn't talk to you?"

The girl murmured softly.

"But……"

If he doesn't speak...

"How do you communicate?"

When two people are together, is it always the senior who is talking alone?

　ps: Thank you Cangqiong Qianjue for the reward~(*︶*)!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)