Chapter 3280 No words
Pipa Ghost hugged Pipa and left the eaves of this shelter from the rain.
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What happened next was indeed as Pipa Ghost expected.
It never met a boy under the roof on a rainy day again.
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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.
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Um?
The sound coming from around him made him turn his head.
The next second, it was slightly startled.
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The old lady carrying the cloth bag stooped slightly.
He squinted his eyes and looked at the gloomy sky.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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after……
Neither will.
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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.
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After a brief distraction, Pipa Ghost continued his story.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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"……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.
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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..."
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"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?"
"Then let's-"
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"no."
The man spoke calmly.
The deep voice gives people a strong sense of oppression.
"I remembered something from my childhood..."
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"ah?"
The girl suddenly didn't know whether to continue asking.
Is this a senior's private matter?
But the senior said it because he wanted to tell her, right?
She looked at the man beside her with a bit of confusion and hesitation.
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The man seemed completely unaware of the girl's hesitation.
Rather than talking to girls, he seemed to be talking to himself.
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"There was a time when I was a kid and I always came here to hide from the rain..."
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The girl breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that she doesn't need to talk anymore.
She just needs to be a quiet listener.
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"...Besides me, there is another one..."
"Boys older than me..."
To him at that time, he was a big brother.
Of course, for him now...
Too.
The man was a little amused that at his current age, he couldn't even describe "big brother".
"Like me, he always comes here to take shelter from the rain."
"...we encountered many times because we were hiding from the rain..."
"When we met for the second time, I found him looking at me..."
"I was eating candy."
"I thought he wanted some candy too."
The man twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.
"Now that I think about it, maybe I misunderstood him."
"People might just be surprised to meet me again."
"...No wonder I raised my hand for a long time, but he didn't take the candy."
"In the end, I got a little angry, and he took the candy from my hand."
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"...I didn't realize it at the time..."
The man frowned slightly.
"he……"
The man pursed his lips.
"We have met quite a few times..."
"We are not ignoring each other."
"Every time I see him in the future, I will bring him candy."
"He would make faces at me."
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Why?
The girl could barely control the expression on her face.
Make a face, make a face?
Does anyone still coax children like this nowadays?
Well.
Since the seniors said this, of course there is.
She had never been made a fool of...
Maybe it feels a little strange?
Besides...
Not now either.
When senpai was still a child...
That was ten or twenty years ago, right?
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"You will also play the pipa for me..."
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"Play, play the pipa?!"
The girl couldn't help but let out a low voice.
Then she seemed to realize something and pursed her lips.
He smiled sheepishly at the man who looked over.
"You continue."
She was just a little surprised, a little surprised...
Making faces and playing the pipa...
Could two such unrelated things be done by the same person?
Always felt……
What a strange painting style.
and……
Play the pipa...
Is the person you met senior a street performer?
Or...students in extracurricular interest classes?
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The man looked away.
He looked at the sky again.
The raindrops are like curtains and waterfalls.
heavily clouded.
Not a trace of light.
"We have obviously met so many times..."
"There are also a lot of interactions..."
Although they don't spend long time together each time.
After all, heavy rains in summer always come and go quickly.
"but I……"
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The girl swallowed unconsciously.
She tightened her grip on the document bag.
What's wrong?
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"...I didn't hear him say a word to me."
A deep crease was carved between the man's frowning brows.
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"ah?"
The girl couldn't help but speak out again.
After meeting each other so many times, senior has never heard each other’s voice?!
How can it be?
This is too strange.
Unless the two of them took shelter from the rain, no one paid attention to the other...
But the senior said that they get along well.
That……
"Did he really not talk to you?"
The girl murmured softly.
"But……"
If he doesn't speak...
"How do you communicate?"
When two people get along, is it only the senior who is always talking?
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