Marcel wiped her tears and said, "Brother Chen, are you too sad and have forgotten what happened before? Don't think about it. Sister Cyril is no longer here, and neither is my teacher."
Preston Chen felt even more puzzled and asked, "Who is the master?"
Marcel sighed, sat aside and said quietly: "Brother Chen, I haven't seen you in these years. I have been learning pipa. Can you listen to it now? I heard it played by you and sister Cyril before."
Why did Marcel learn pipa? Preston Chen was even more puzzled. He reached out to scratch his head, and a strand of hair fell down from his temples, but it was black and white. He was startled again, and then he realized that he had left a few strands of beard. He murmured: "Thirteen years...then I am already twenty-nine?"
Marcel nodded: "Sister Cyril's reincarnation must be thirteen years old." She tuned the pipa, and with a flick of her fingers, a string of music sounded.
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