Chapter 3827 Early morning
The Pipa ghost's chin rested on the pipa.

Looking at the old man approaching.

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"Hey, hurry up."

The old lady urged urgently.

"look."

The old lady looked delighted.

“What a beautiful flower this is.”

"it's beautiful."

……

"coming."

The old man quickened his pace.

He squatted down beside the flowerpot, and the blooming flowers made the old man smile.

"it's beautiful."

He expressed the same sentiment as the old lady.

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After admiring the newly opened flowers for a while, the old lady went back into the house.

A TV series she is following is about to start.

……

The old man still remained on the balcony.

I haven't been to the balcony for a few days.
It was just a few short days.

But the old man felt that everything in front of him was a little strange.

There is a hint of strangeness in the familiarity.

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The old man squatted down, admiring the newly opened flowers, and began to look at the pots of flowers one by one.

Occasionally cut some branches and leaves for some flowers.

Compact the soil.

There was always an obvious smile in his eyes.

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until-
A clear sound of a pipa rang out.

Just a sound.

The smile in the old man's eyes faded.

The squatting body froze.

But this time, the old man did not get angry like last time.

After a few days of cooling off, he calmed down a lot.

He is not such a quick-tempered person.

It just happened suddenly...

He hadn't heard the sound of the pipa for too long.

Suddenly heard...

He inevitably lost some of his mind.

He took several deep breaths in his heart.

Veins appeared on the back of the hand holding the scissors.

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The old man pursed his lips.

The sound of the pipa...is still there.

Before, he would always react strongly whenever he heard the sound of the pipa.

Then the sound of the pipa disappeared.

He hadn't reacted yet...

But this time combined with the previous times...

The old man clenched the scissors in his hand even tighter.

other side……

The person playing the pipa...did he hear his voice?

So every time he made a sound, the performance stopped.

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Is that right?

The old man found it incredible.

Although he did feel that the sound of the pipa was very close to him.

too close……

It was like it was playing next to him.

But how is this possible?

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Could it be that the neighbor nearby is really learning the pipa recently?

The old man couldn't help but guess.

He put his hand to his temple.

The performance of the pipa continues.

There was a look of forbearance on his face.

After a few seconds, he turned back into the house.

"boom!"

The old man slammed the door shut.

.....
The old man leaned against the door.

Gasping loudly.

My temples were throbbing.

He was so tense that his head started to hurt.

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After a while, the old man slowly straightened up.

In a short period of time, his face was covered with sweat.

The old man raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his face.

His eyes were somewhat dazed.

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It's really useless.

The old man took a deep breath.

How many years have passed...

He still didn’t look away…

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No.

Has he made some progress?
The old man pulled the corner of his mouth.

At least……

Hearing the sound of the pipa again, he didn't feel his stomach churning.

He didn't feel like vomiting.

He just...

very angry.

Very upset.

Very...irritable.

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The old man turned around.

Looking out to the balcony through the glass door.

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Very nice balcony.

He and his wife took care of it with great care.

After retirement, they had a lot more time for themselves, so the old woman began to tend to the flowers and plants.

At first he was "disdainful".

He would rather go for a walk outside or fight with others on the chessboard.

But slowly...

Seeing the flowers and plants that were well taken care of by the old woman... I was helped a lot by the old woman...

He also began to take an interest in flowers and plants.

later……

He is responsible for half of the flowers and plants on this balcony.

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The old man is hesitating whether to knock on the door next door?

but……

As the old woman said before, what if he found someone playing the pipa?

How could he get people not to play the pipa in their own homes?

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The old man's brows were tightly furrowed.

But if you don't say anything...

He couldn't stand hearing the sound of the pipa as soon as he reached the balcony.

But not on the balcony...

These days, the old woman has been taking care of the flowers and plants on the entire balcony.

Including the several pots of flowers and plants he was responsible for.

Thank you for your hard work, old lady.

He can't always ask his wife to do his work for him, right?

With so many flowers and plants, it’s too hard for me to take care of them all by myself.

It will also take more time.

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The old man couldn't make up his mind.

He was extremely conflicted.

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On this day, as night fell, the residential area was completely silent.

The old man in the bed suddenly woke up.

He drank some water.

Went to the toilet again.

On the way back to the bedroom, he accidentally tilted his head.

I saw the flowers and plants on the balcony, which were somewhat hazy and beautiful under the moonlight.

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The confusion in the old man's eyes had mostly disappeared.

I regained some clarity.

The old man opened his eyes wide.

He hasn't been to the balcony for a few days.

It's obviously my own home.

But it's made to look like some forbidden area.

The old man smiled bitterly.

Who would believe it if I told them?
He didn't dare go to his own balcony...

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The old man walked to the balcony.

He turned and looked at the clock in the living room.

Ok.

It's half past two in the morning.

this late……

There can't be anyone still practicing the Pipa, right?

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The old man opened the balcony door.

The rich floral scent greets you.

The old man couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Then a smile appeared on his face.

It smells good.

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The moonlight pours down.

Lighted up the night a little.

"Pap~"

The old man turned on the light on the balcony.

Suddenly, the darkness on the balcony was driven away by the light.

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The old man hesitated for a few seconds.

Then he stepped onto the balcony.

To be honest, this was the first time in his life that he came to the balcony so late.

....
In the middle of the night...

He will never hear the sound of the pipa.

The old man grinned.

He crouched down.

Reach out.

I want to touch the petals in front of me.

next second...

The old man was stunned.

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The Pipa Ghost was somewhat surprised to see the old man appear on the balcony.

This was the first time it saw the old man at this point in time.

Doesn't he sleep?
The Pipa Ghost tilted his head slightly.

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But that’s fine too.

A smile appeared on the Pipa Ghost's face.

It brushed across the strings effortlessly.

The clear sound of the pipa matches the bright moonlight at this time very well.

pity.

Not everyone can appreciate such beauty.

And the only person who was lucky enough to see it couldn't.

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The vein on the old man's forehead twitched.

The scissors in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

He had no time to care.

He tried hard to control his temper.

His ears pricked up.

As if to torture himself, he wanted to hear more clearly the sudden sound of the pipa.

He tried to identify the source of the sound.

He raised his feet slightly but never really took a step.

……

The old man slumped his shoulders dejectedly.

(End of this chapter)