"Why isn't he wearing shoes?"
The old man blurted out.
"Yes."
Xiao Xiao smiled.
"Why isn't he wearing shoes?"
"I don't know either."
"Maybe he likes going barefoot."
The old man was puzzled.
"Hey, why don't you know?"
"Aren't you friends?"
"Haven't you asked him?"
Xiao Xiao shook his head slightly.
"He looks quite comfortable."
So it didn't matter if he didn't wear shoes.
Ah...
The old man blinked, seeming to understand.
"...Oh."
"I see..."
"...He's wearing a white shirt..."
Xiao Xiao continued describing him to the old man.
"Blue jeans..."
"...He's holding a pipa in his arms."
Xiao Xiao finished his description.
A pipa?
Hearing about a pipa again, the old man paused.
He glanced at the young man across from him.
The young man smiled at him.
But he didn't smile back.
The old man's expression turned a little strange.
He looked at the sugar figurine in his hand, now nearly finished.
And fell silent.
"Sir."
Xiao Xiao raised his brows slightly.
"Is something wrong?"
Normally, since the sugar figurine was finished, the old man should have handed it to him.
But now, the old man seemed to have forgotten he was there and had retreated into his own world.
The old man started in alarm.
His raised eyes held a panicked look.
Xiao Xiao blinked.
Was he...
"Sorry."
"Did I startle you?"
"Ah..."
The old man replied in some confusion.
After a few meaningless exclamations, he managed to calm down.
"I'm sorry."
"I..."
"Take your time."
Xiao Xiao smiled.
"Can you tell me what happened?"
"Is something wrong with this sugar figurine?"
The old man's strange behavior had begun after he finished the figurine.
So...
Xiao Xiao looked at the sugar figurine in the old