It was already in the past.
Besides, looking back on what had happened then, his emotions had stirred a little.
But he definitely wouldn't lose control.
Still, not losing control didn't mean he'd come to terms with it.
The old man didn't know how other people felt about it.
As far as he was concerned, the pipa had been sentenced to "death" in his heart all those years ago.
So even now, the old man still spoke with conviction.
There wasn't the slightest hesitation or room for negotiation.
After a brief pause, Xiao Xiao's lips curled slightly.
"Okay."
"I understand."
"Sorry to bother you."
The old man's attitude couldn't have been clearer.
And from the old man's account, it was clear that even he knew his loathing of the pipa ran bone-deep.
It was practically an instinctive reaction.
Even after all these years...
The old man's loathing of the pipa hadn't lessened in the slightest.
The young man's straightforward response left the old man momentarily stunned.
The old man's lips twitched.
"I thought you were going to try and talk some sense into me or something..."
After all, the young man had been so persistent about getting an answer from him.
And now he was satisfied with hearing a few stories from long ago?
"Do you need me to talk some sense into you?"
Xiao Xiao smiled.
The old man blinked.
Then the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes eased.
"No."
Why would he need anyone to talk sense into him?
He understood all the reasoning.
But he still hated the pipa.
Maybe he was taking it out on the instrument.
Those were his own private feelings.
They hadn't affected anyone.
Well...
Maybe they had.
His loathing of the pipa had upset someone who loved