This left the old man both surprised and disappointed.
It was also quite unbelievable.
After all, the pipa music he'd heard...
If it hadn't come from his neighbor...
Who else could it have been?
Who else could it be?
"Not my neighbor."
The old man's voice suddenly rose, then cut off abruptly.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
The old man began to cough.
He'd choked on his own saliva.
"Are you all right?"
Xiao Xiao asked with concern.
The old man raised a hand and waved it.
He was fine.
After a good while, the old man finally stopped coughing, his face flushed red.
He took several deep breaths.
The old man glared at the young man before him, almost fiercely.
"He's the one who plays the pipa."
"He's not my neighbor."
"Then how did I hear him playing?!"
"Do I have superhuman hearing or something?"
"Or does he live in my house?"
The old man was slightly out of breath.
"Mm."
Xiao Xiao nodded.
"He has, in fact, been staying at your home recently."
The old man seemed to have had the pause button pressed.
Even his breathing seemed to stop.
"...What..."
It felt like a long time had passed, though it was only a moment, before the old man managed to speak.
His voice was hoarse.
"What did you say?"
"He... lives in my house?"
The old man's voice went higher.
How could that be?!
"How could he be living in my house?!"
The old man panted.
"It's just me and my wife at home."
"Don't tell me your friend is my wife..."
Though he'd guessed several times before that it might be his wife.
After all, she was the only one who met all the conditions.
But he also knew perfectly