Chapter 3836 One Person

The old man turned his head.

He could vaguely see the short-haired girl who opened the door for him before taking the package from the courier.

The courier quickly turned and left.

He strode past the old man.

It seemed like just a blink of an eye and the courier disappeared.

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The old man held the handrail.

Go down the stairs step by step.

He was somewhat exhausted by the disappointment of having gained nothing.

How much I was looking forward to it.

How lost right now.

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The old man returned home.

He changed into slippers.

When I looked up, I saw the old woman with a sullen look on her face.

He was a little confused.

what?
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There was a hint of annoyance on the old lady's face.

"You still know how to come back?"

"Why have you been gone so long?"

"Have a long chat with someone?"

....
"No……"

The old man was speechless.

What could he have a long conversation with them about?
Isn't that a waste of people's time?
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The old lady had some guesses in her mind.

Her expression softened a little.

"what?"

"Looks listless."

"Still haven't found the person who plays the pipa?"

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"……Um."

The old man nodded.

He was no longer surprised by the old woman's sharpness.

Besides, his facial expression is easy to guess.

He was a little tired.

There is no room for disguise.

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The old woman's mouth opened slightly.

Hey?
I really didn’t find it…

"Have you asked all the families upstairs and downstairs, including the other two families on our floor?"

The old lady confirmed.

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"Ah."

The old man nodded.

He asked all the residents on the three floors, including the one they lived on.

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"No one heard the sound of the lute?"

The old lady looked surprised.

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"Ah."

The old man nodded again.

No one heard it.

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"That is to say..."

The old lady's eyes turned a little strange. "So far, you are the only one who heard the sound of the pipa?"

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The old man was slightly stunned.

I don't quite understand what the old woman's intention is in asking this question?
He still nodded respecting the fact.

That's right, so far, it seemed that he was the only one who heard the sound of the pipa.

At least that's what he knew.

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"Are you sure you heard it right?"

The old lady blurted out.

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"how is this possible?"

The old man rolled his eyes.

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"How is it impossible?"

The old lady was dissatisfied with the old man's confidence.

"I remember that the first time you told me you heard the sound of the pipa, wasn't it in your dream?"

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Old man:......

He slowly closed his mouth.

This is indeed true.

He was powerless to refute.

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"You old man, why are you so stubborn?"

Although the old man didn't refute her, he obviously looked like he didn't agree with what she said even if he couldn't refute it...

The old lady really felt like she had a lump in her chest.

She gave the old man a displeased look.

"I've asked you anyway."

"how?"

"Third floor, you still don't give up?"

"Are you really going to ask this question in the entire building?"

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The old man said nothing.

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"you……"

When the old lady saw that the old man did not refute, she felt a pang in her heart. She had told similar jokes twice.

It seemed that both times the old man did not make it very clear that he would not do so.

"You don't really want to do this?"...

"……No."

The old man felt the pressure from the old woman's gaze and spoke vaguely.

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"It's fine if you don't."

The old lady was reluctantly satisfied with the old man's reply.

She didn't really object to the old man doing this.

I just don't think it's necessary.

Why bother?
He is no longer a young man with nimble legs and feet...

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"Don't worry about it."

The old lady shook her head.

"If you go to the balcony later, you may not hear any pipa sounds."

The old lady had already begun to believe in the guess she had blurted out earlier.

The old man probably really took the voices in his sleep as reality.

In that case, where can the old man find someone who can play the pipa?
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"All right."

The old lady turned around.

“I just washed the grapes.”

"I'll get it."

"You must be tired after going out."

"Sit down and rest for a while."

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The old lady went to the kitchen.

The old man slowly sat down on the sofa.

He was a little stunned.

What the old woman said... makes sense.

Was the sound of the pipa really just his dream?
After many years...

How could he dream of the sound of the pipa?

He doesn't believe it.

I couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

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The Pipa Ghost sat on the balcony railing.

His feet were dangling slightly.

Even his body was swaying slightly.

A gust of wind passed by.

The loose white shirt outlines what looks like wings.

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The Pipa Ghost looked at the old man sitting on the sofa.

It had followed the old man all the way before.

Watching the old man knocking on the door of every household.

Watching the old man being disappointed again and again.

It was also somewhat disappointing.

It would also be happy to find other humans who could hear it play.

It can then abandon this human being.

This human being has no vision.

Don't like the performance of it?
Before meeting this old man, the Pipa Ghost had never thought that there were humans who didn't like its performance...

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But so far, there is no one here who can listen to its performance on behalf of this human.

It must make the old man acknowledge its performance.

The Pipa Ghost thought to himself as his hands unconsciously plucked the strings of the pipa in his arms.

This is its habit.

Then, it heard a female scream?

The Pipa Ghost looked up.

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"Old man!"

Most of the grapes on the old lady's plate rolled off.

"what are you doing?!"

The old lady was very angry.

She had just approached the old man with a fruit plate of grapes.

Just as she was about to speak, she saw the old man jump up from the sofa as if he had seen a ghost...

Caught off guard, she was frightened.

My hand trembles...

The grapes on the plate in his hand suddenly rolled to the ground.

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what! ?

The old man was frightened a second time by the old woman's scream at close range.

With a thump, the old man fell back onto the sofa.

There was a look of panic on his raised face.

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The old lady was stunned.

Then he became a little annoyed.

"What?"

"It was you, old man, who scared me first..."

Why does he look like a “victim” who was scared by her now?

Can we clarify the order of priority?

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The old man opened his mouth.

No sound was made.

He suddenly leaned forward and leaned on the armrest of the sofa.

Tilt your ears.

He looked like he was listening to something attentively.

This made the old lady swallow back the complaint she wanted to say because she was frightened again by the old man's sudden action.

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The old lady looked suspicious.

What is this old man doing again?

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What's going on these days?

(End of this chapter)