The Pipa ghost felt something strange in its heart.
It was used to performing a solo act.
But it had no idea how to deal with someone who had promised to come and then never showed up.
It sat cross-legged in front of the bench where the old man used to sit.
Most of the time, the bench was empty.
Now and then, someone would sit on it.
But it was never that old man.
They couldn't see the Pipa ghost.
Much less laugh out loud at its ghostly face.
"The rain stopped."
Xiao Xiao murmured, his eyes turned toward the window.
The dark clouds parted, and sunlight suddenly brightened the half-lit sky.
The pedestrians put away their umbrellas and squinted up at the sky, their faces breaking into delighted smiles.
Xiao Xiao walked out of the building.
The air, especially fresh and damp after the rain, swept over him, leaving him feeling invigorated.
Everything within sight seemed a little brighter.
The Pipa ghost followed behind Xiao Xiao.
The distant memories that had resurfaced left them feeling a little downcast.
"Pipa ghost, play me a song."
The Pipa ghost looked up and realized that Lord Xiao Xiao had somehow taken a seat on a bench.
The familiar scene brought back memories, and they drifted off for a moment.
Xiao Xiao didn't hurry them along.
He simply watched in silence as the Pipa ghost, rarely so, lost itself in thought.
The Pipa ghost came back to itself and smiled sheepishly at Lord Xiao Xiao.
They sat cross-legged on the asphalt in front of the bench.
Their fingers settled on the pipa strings.
The next moment, a winding, lilting melody rang out.
Perhaps because the air was heavy with moisture, the song flowed like water, clear and sweet as