"Really..."
The little boy furrowed his brow.
He looked like a little grown-up, his face full of worry.
"Mom really talks for too long..."
"My head's all fuzzy..."
Little Brother glanced at the child.
His face was expressionless.
The child was making his head feel fuzzy, too.
A tune rang out.
The little boy's chatter abruptly stopped.
He stood with his mouth open.
He stared blankly at Little Brother.
Just now...
Little Brother lowered his eyes slightly.
The clear, melodious notes of the pipa flowed from his fingertips like a spring.
They suited the rainy scene perfectly.
It was so beautiful, it felt like being lost in a dream.
The little boy froze.
His face was blank.
He felt the rain and all the noise around him quickly fade away.
Only the pipa's music remained, creating a world of silence around him.
His head began to feel fuzzy.
It wasn't the uncomfortable, fuzzy feeling he got when his ears burned and his head throbbed after listening to Mom go on and on.
Instead...
It was the fuzzy feeling of lying on a soft white cloud, a breeze brushing his cheek as the scent of flowers drifted toward him.
"Lei Lei, Lei Lei... Lei Lei?"
"Lei Lei!"
The little boy suddenly came to his senses.
He turned toward the voice, looking confused.
A familiar figure came into view.
"M-Mom?"
"It's me."
The woman looked her child up and down, her face filled with worry.
"What are you spacing out for?"
"Mom called you so many times before you heard me?"
"Huh?"
The little boy blinked.
He felt a little slow to react.
"Mom?"
"What?"
The woman raised an eyebrow.
"You don't even recognize your own mother?"
"What's wrong?"
The woman quickly