The woman's heart gradually calmed down.

…

"The baby is so brave."

The woman patted the child's head appreciatively.

Even if I fall, I won’t cry or fuss.

This kid is much better than his father.

The woman started to "pull and step" in her heart.

When I think of someone cutting their finger with a vegetable cutting knife, I start to cry and howl...

It scared her badly.

It was almost 120.

It turned out that it was just a shallow cut on my finger.

She still remembered her speechless mood at that time.

…

The child tilted his head.

I was a little puzzled by my mother's sudden compliment.

but……

It's a compliment.

Mom also touched his head.

Mom is not angry anymore.

The child burst into laughter immediately.

I completely forgot what I wanted to say.

…

Seeing the child holding his mother's hand and jumping forward, Pipa Ghost grinned.

It raised its head again.

He looked at the bright moon high in the sky.

The moonlight tonight is beautiful.

…

Pipa Ghost is in a good mood.

The old man's mood never got better.

After listening to the old woman's words, he also had doubts in his heart.

He planned to put this matter aside for now.

Don't worry about Pipa.

But……

He wants to let go...

The sound of the pipa never let him go.

…

Ah~!

The old man scratched his hair irritably.

He yelled in his heart.

Is it over yet?

Is the sound of the pipa the spirit behind it?

Why do you seem to be following him all the time?

…

"...so annoying..."

The old man murmured.

"It's so annoying, it's so annoying..."

The old man's pupils trembled violently.

“…It’s ugly, ugly, ugly!”

"No matter how many times you let me listen to it, I still find it unpleasant!"

The old man roared out.

…

The old lady went out to play with her friends.

He is the only one at home.

That's why the old man let himself cry out.

Otherwise, he would just keep it in his heart.

…

The old man let out a heavy breath.

He reached out and pressed his temple hard.

He was about to be driven crazy by the sound of the pipa that sounded from time to time.

The sound of the pipa is simply pervasive.

It was like forcing him to listen.

But……

"it's useless……"

The old man was breathing heavily.

"Even if you let me listen to it again and again..."

"I still feel..."

"The sound of the pipa is extremely unpleasant!"

"I hate it the most in my life..."

"The sound of the lute!"

…

There was an echo in the empty room.

The old man suddenly woke up.

Who is he talking to?

He covered his face with his hands.

What is he doing?

Did he think he could make the pipa player obey by shouting like this?

if so.

Until now……

He was actually a little unsure.

…

Because the sound of the pipa that only he heard was so strange.

He also began to doubt...

Could it be that I was hearing hallucinations?

He remembered the old woman's proposal...

Do you want to go to the temple to worship someday?

…

What he heard at that time was disapproving.

But now, the old man began to consider this proposal.
To be continued...