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Chapter 3747 Dissonance

The Pipa Ghost moved closer to the human being.

This is an old man.

To be more precise, he is an old man.



The beard and hair are gray.

Wrinkled face.

Even my hands are covered with age spots.

The slight frown made the old man look like he had a bad temper.



The Pipa Ghost's tongue almost fell on the old man's face.

The old man didn't notice anything.

The Pipa Ghost naturally retracted its shaky eyeballs and overly long tongue.

It sits cross-legged among the flowers.

Soon, a series of melodious pipa string sounds sounded.



sunny.

Surrounded by flowers.

The sky is very blue and very close.

The melody flowing out from the pipa ghost's fingers has a bit of brisk jumping.

Echoing the chirping of birds in the trees not far away.

Pipa Ghost grinned -

"It's so noisy!"



A violent voice suddenly sounded.

Like a dissonant note, it interrupted the pipa's ghostly performance.

Pipa Ghost was stunned.



It looks towards the source of the sound...

It was the old man lying on the deck chair.



The old man's facial features were tightly wrinkled.

The wrinkles on his face are like ravines, with deep carvings.



The old man didn't wake up.

His eyelids twitched a few times.

Then it gradually became calmer.



Pipa Ghost came back to his senses.

so……

Was it just a... coincidence?

That phrase "It's so noisy"...

It's not about its performance.

….

Too.

It's very possible that this human being won't hear it played at all.

How could it react to its playing?

and……

Pipa Ghost grinned.

Even if this human actually hears it being played...

How could its performance be considered noisy?

Pipa Ghost has absolute confidence in his playing.



The Pipa ghost plucked the strings again.

In such a beautiful environment, it wants to play a song.

Not for others.

And for this beautiful scenery.

for itself.



The Pipa ghost, who was immersed in the performance, did not notice...

The old man's eyelids on the recliner moved again.

His face was wrinkled.

He showed a patient expression.



"It's so noisy!"

The old man finally called out again.

Then he opened his eyes.

He did not sit up, but turned his eyes to one side.



After a few seconds, the old man stood up slowly with a look of confusion and confusion.

He reached out and rubbed his head.

yes……

Illusion?



"What's wrong?"

The old lady who heard the commotion hurried over.

"Why is it so loud?"



The old man waved his hand.

"fine."

"Maybe it's a dream."



"dream?"

The old lady was a little confused.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

Shouting so loudly...

She actually didn't hear clearly what the old man called.

Then a loud sound was heard.

She thought something had happened...



"Nightmare..."

The old man's eyes were slightly startled.

For a while...

"……yes……"

The old man nodded slowly.

"It was a nightmare..."



"It was just a dream."

The old lady comforted the old man.

Then he asked curiously, "What nightmare did you have?"

Both she and the old man don't dream much.

She could count the number of dreams she had in her entire life on five fingers.

Most of them are still nightmares.



"……nothing."

The old man opened his mouth and finally waved his hand.

He looked like he didn't want to say more.

"It's just a nightmare."



"Yeah, it's just a nightmare."

The old lady was a little dissatisfied, "Then there's nothing bad to say."

"Besides..."

"If you tell your nightmare, it won't be scary anymore."



"..."

The old man moved his lips.

"It's nothing really."



"Just say nothing."

The old lady and the old man had a fight.

She originally didn't want to know that much, but the old man's repeated evasion only aroused her curiosity even more.



"Nothing. What's there to say?"

The old man made a serious face.

This old woman isn't done yet.



"It's nothing, just say it."

The old lady still said the same thing.

Not even an inch of concession.



Old man:......

"I'm too lazy to talk to you."



Seeing the old lady standing at the door of the balcony angrily, the old man and the old lady were in a stalemate for a while.

In the end, they were defeated first.

"You."

"Why are you insisting on unnecessary things..."

"I will not say……"

"Of course it's because it's hard to say."

The old man pursed his lips.

"...it's a bit embarrassing, do you understand?"



The old lady blinked.

"Disgraceful?"

It's just a nightmare, what's there to be ashamed of?

ah.

Is it because you were frightened by nightmares?

But she already knew this.



"yes."

The old man broke the jar and smashed it.

"I was startled by a sound."



"sound?"

The old lady opened her eyes wide in surprise.

"Are you frightened by a sound?"

What sound is so scary?



"Um."

The old man rolled his eyes away.

"drink."

"You're going to laugh, right?"

"I told you it was a shameful dream..."



The old woman immediately pursed her lips.

She shook her head.

"without."

"I didn't laugh."

"What's the sound?"

The old lady immediately changed the subject.



"……have no idea."

The old man lowered his eyes.

He reached out and picked off a petal that fell on him.

He lied.

He can't recognize many sounds.

But that voice... was engraved into his body, his blood, and he recognized that voice after hearing just one syllable.

That is obviously...

The sound of pipa.

But here he is...

Why is there the sound of pipa?

He thought he was dreaming.

To others, this is just an ordinary dream without any highlights.

But for him...

This is really a nightmare.



"have no idea?!"

The old lady raised her voice slightly.

"Didn't you hear that?"

Since you have heard everything, how could you not know?



"Um."

The old man nodded.

"But you also know that dreams are always vague."

"I couldn't actually hear that voice clearly in my dream."

After people wake up, they become even more confused.



"oh oh."

The old lady nodded.

"alright."

"I still have something to do, so I'll go into the house first."



The old lady turned and left.

Very neat and tidy.



Pipa Ghost averted his gaze and watched the old lady leave.

It looked at the old man.

This human being...

I really heard it played...

Pipa Ghost's fingers moved slightly.

A series of notes floated out from under his fingers.



The old man almost jumped when the first sound came out.

He suddenly turned around and looked around.

Where did the sound come from?



His eyes wandered over and over again on the balcony.

Nothing was found.



Is it coming from outside?

The old man lay prone on the balcony.

Prick up your ears.

Want to capture that sound again.


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