Pipa Ghost hugged Pipa and left the eaves of this shelter from the rain.

…

What happened next was indeed as Pipa Ghost expected.

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, Pipa Ghost stretched out his hand.

The pale palm seemed to have a faint glow under the dim sky.

…

Um?

The sound coming from around him made him turn his head.

The next second, it was slightly startled.

…

The old lady carrying the cloth bag stooped slightly.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the gloomy sky.

…

The pipa ghost's hand flicked lightly.

The light tone is mixed with the sound of wind and rain, as if it is contaminated with water vapor, making it even more ethereal.

…

The old lady didn't respond at all.

Pipa Ghost doesn't care either.

One after another, they plucked the strings.

It's like matching the sound of rain.

It hits people's hearts.

Well.

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

pity……

Most of Pipa Ghost's performances or whatever he was excited about did not have an audience.

…

certainly.

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

Pipa Ghost doesn't feel pity.

Never before-

Playing it is instinctive.

It is a habit engraved in the bones and blood.

It's the Pipa ghost.

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

It is enough that it has itself.

…

after……

Neither will.

…

Pipa Ghost paused in his narration.

It looked at the human in front of it.

Well.

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

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

Master Xiao Xiao said...

They are friends.

…

After a brief distraction, Pipa Ghost continued his story.

…

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

There is very little behind that eaves.

How long it stays in one place is completely arbitrary.

Maybe it will be a long time.

Maybe it's just a way.

…

The child disappeared from its memory.

until……

After many years...

It unexpectedly met the child again.

Under that familiar roof.

On a 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 yesteryear have grown up.

only……

When we first met, those eyes that were dark and shiny looking at the heavy rain seemed to be covered with a layer of dust.

Gloomy and obscure.

…

"……here……"

The man murmured.

"ah?"

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

The tension in my heart was somewhat relieved.

…

The man didn't look at the girl.

Still looking at the sky.

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

"...Suddenly I remembered something..."

…

"What?"

The girl hugged the document bag in her arms tightly.

There was some confusion on his face.

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