Just say you don't like it because you don't like it. Why would you need a reason?
Mm.
That was true enough.
Seeing how reluctant the old man was to discuss the subject, the old woman didn't say anything more.
There was no point arguing over such a small thing.
Though she really was a little curious.
She pushed that curiosity aside.
She had almost thought the old man wouldn't set foot on the balcony again until they found the pipa player.
Who would've thought...
Now the old man himself had brought up going to the balcony.
"There won't be any more pipa music."
The old man looked somewhat dazed.
And a little wistful.
He'd never imagined that the sound of the pipa could lead to such a remarkable turn of events.
"Huh?"
The old woman's mouth fell open.
"What do you mean?"
"How do you know?"
A thought suddenly flashed through the old woman's mind.
"You found the pipa player!?"
The old woman nearly shouted.
The old man was slightly taken aback.
Found the pipa player...
If you put it that way...
"Mm."
The old man nodded.
"I found them."
Although he couldn't see them.
He'd still found them, in a way.
"When?"
The old woman was surprised.
As far as she knew, after searching three floors without success, the old man hadn't gone looking anywhere else.
But that made sense.
The pipa music they could hear from their balcony had to be coming from nearby.
The only possibilities were the apartments on their floor and the ones directly above and below.
But none of them had been the source.
The old man had been so disappointed.
She'd even comforted him at the time.
She hadn't expected...
"You really did find them?"
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