Fox demon: Carry my piano music with me forever

"Uncle Fu, I really...really don't understand..."

"I, I have stood behind her for ten years. You said (choking up) that even a piece of stone should be warmed up, right?"

"Okay, she is the aloof Tianshan Snow Lotus, she is a peerless demon fairy that can only be admired from afar, she looks down on me, I accept it!"

If Tushan Honghong is born to be an iceberg that is difficult to influence, no matter how much kindness you show to her, it will be of no use.

Then Dongfang Yuechu's ten years of hard work would go to waste. Well, he could accept that. He could just consider it as a way of repaying her for saving his life.

Because a stone is a stone. No matter who it faces, a stone cannot speak and has no emotions.

This is destiny, Dongfang Yuechu won't worry about it.

"But why..." Dongfang Yuechu covered his eyes to prevent the tears from flowing down, but the sobbing sound continued in his throat.

It was not until now that Dongfang Yuechu realized that Tushan Honghong was neither an iceberg nor a stone.

It turns out that she also has feelings, and she can also show such a gentle expression to someone.

It's just that he simply won't be attracted to me.

At that moment, Tushan Honghong's words once again lingered in Dongfang Yuechu's ears like a nightmare.

"I miss you so much. I come to bother you every year. You won't find me annoying, right?"

"My life is already yours."

Thinking of this, Dongfang Yuechu's expression had become twisted and his emotions were beginning to break down.

"A dead man...!" Dongfang Yuechu stretched out a finger and gestured heavily.

"A dead person, without saying a word, is worth more than a thousand words from me, worth more than my wishful thinking, worth more than my company day and night..."

Dongfang Yuechu became more and more excited as he spoke, and in the end he even couldn't catch his breath. Several blue veins appeared on his neck, making him look even paler and weaker.

Having said this, Dongfang Yuechu could no longer continue.

An unprecedented feeling of powerlessness came over me. I had tried my best, but in the end, it was rejected so casually.

Even though Tushan Honghong knew Dongfang Yuechu was there, she didn't even look at him.

In the end, Dongfang Yuechu's expression suddenly went out of control, and finally he couldn't help but burst into tears.

Dongfang Yuechu burst into tears while holding Fu Changsheng's arm. Whenever Tushan Honghong's face flashed through his mind, he always felt as if a string in his heart was plucked.

Fu Changsheng gently patted Dongfang Yuechu's back, his lips slightly opened but he didn't know how to comfort him.

He could probably understand Dongfang Yuechu's feelings. People are all made of flesh and blood, and maybe one day they will let it go, but the heart-wrenching pain at this moment will never go away.

However, Dongfang Yuechu was not clear why things had come to this, but Fu Changsheng knew it very well.

Because he knew what happened back then and why Tushan Honghong became what she is today.

Perhaps the little Taoist priest was not suitable for Tushan Honghong, and Tushan Honghong did not necessarily love him.

But he died.

He died when he was the most dazzling in Tushan Honghong's heart.

Everything about him became more perfect in Tushan Honghong's heart because of his death.

It is precisely because of his death that Tushan Honghong can never pay for this sin. She can only treat this guilt as emotion to try to make up for her debt to him.

This also became Tushan Honghong's heart knot, a knot that could never be untied.

It is also because of this that Tushan Honghong cannot accept Dongfang Yuechu.

This is almost unsolvable, because if you want Tushan Honghong to let go of her guilt, you have to help her get rid of this sin.

But...what can I give in return for a life?

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(I’m sorry, this is the first time I’ve deleted or revised an article, and I hope it’s the last time. When I first wrote it, I wanted to empathize with Dongfang Yuechu, so I put myself too much into Dongfang Yuechu’s perspective. As I was writing, I got angry for no reason, so I was a little too emotional and childish. I forgot to put myself into Tushan Honghong’s perspective. Until I realized this, I felt guilty for the characters in the book for the first time. I’m sorry. When I thought others were selfish, it wasn’t until someone scolded me that I realized I was the selfish one. I apologize again to the readers just now. I’m sorry)

Chapter 75: Linglong Xianjiu

I don’t know how long it took, but the sky gradually darkened and a layer of stars gradually covered the sky above Tushan.

"I didn't realize you care about him so much." A soft voice suddenly came to his ears. Fu Changsheng blinked and looked back.

Tushan Rongrong stood behind Fu Changsheng with her hands behind her back, and looked at Dongfang Yuechu who had fallen asleep in Fu Changsheng's arms with a chuckle.

Fu Changsheng turned around and smiled nonchalantly.

"It's the boss's responsibility to take care of the employees' emotions, isn't it?"

Hearing this, Tushan Rongrong raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and did not continue. Instead, she glanced at the exquisite jade pot next to Fu Changsheng.

"Oh? I never realized you could drink before." Tushan Rongrong pretended to be surprised and teased Fu Changsheng.

"I don't drink much. I mainly take care of the child." Fu Changsheng shook his head.

"Is it?"

Hearing this, Tushan Rongrong raised her eyebrows and said with some regret: "That's a pity. I was thinking about our reunion as old friends and having a drink together."

Almost at the moment when Tushan Rongrong said

"I suddenly feel that having a drink occasionally is also an elegant hobby."

Having said that, without any hesitation, Fu Changsheng decisively threw Dongfang Yuechu out of his arms, turned around and raised his hand towards Tushan Rongrong.

"Miss San, please."

Seeing this, Tushan Rongrong covered her mouth and smiled slightly, then sat down in front of Fu Changsheng.

Under the night sky, Fu Changsheng gently poured a small cup of exquisite fairy wine for Tushan Rongrong.

"Thank you."

However, after Tushan Rongrong took the wine glass, she did not rush to drink it. Instead, she looked quietly at the bright moon reflected in the wine in the glass, her eyes somewhat absent-minded.

While Fu Changsheng was pouring himself some wine, he secretly glanced at Tushan Rongrong.

"Anything on your mind?"

"nor."

Tushan Rongrong shook her head with a faint smile on her face, holding the wine glass in both hands, with her brows slightly drooped.

"I just feel that... it's been a long time since we sat together like this and looked at the moon." Tushan Rongrong's voice was very low and soft.

As she spoke, Tushan Rongrong pursed her lips, her thoughts drifting away.

In a trance, Fu Changsheng looked at Tushan Rongrong's face half-hidden by her hair in the moonlight, and his heart trembled slightly for some reason.

"In the past ten years, you..."

"Are you okay?" Fu Changsheng asked lightly, but his eyes couldn't help but secretly glance at Tushan Rongrong.

It was not until this moment that Fu Changsheng finally had time to carefully observe the changes in Tushan Rongrong.

The delicate baby face has lost its former childishness, and instead, is filled with an alluring yet restrained charm that makes one's heart beat faster if one glance at it again.

The moonlight fell on Tushan Rongrong's shoulders, making her hair look snow-white, as if she were the emperor's son.

"Yeah." Tushan Rongrong didn't say much, just nodded slightly.

After a moment's silence, Tushan Rongrong took a deep breath, raised the wine glass, and drank it like the men did.

“Puff!…Cough cough cough cough cough cough!!!”

The moment the wine passed through her throat, a stimulating spicy feeling instantly surged up. Tushan Rongrong suddenly covered her throat and started coughing uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Fu Changsheng smiled bitterly with some helplessness.

"You obviously can't drink." Thinking of this, Fu Changsheng reached out and gently patted Tushan Rongrong on the back.

Tushan Rongrong coughed and waved her hands.

"Ahem...it's okay."

The terrifying alcoholic power of Linglong Xianniang spread out in an instant, and a blush instantly appeared on Tushan Rongrong's face.

In the blink of an eye, Tushan Rongrong's cheeks turned red, like a ripe red apple, so moist that people wanted to take a bite.

A vague feeling of dizziness soon came over her, and Tushan Rongrong forced herself to calm down.

"What about you?"

Perhaps because she felt a little dizzy, Tushan Rongrong stopped talking and turned the topic to Fu Changsheng.

"I?"

"Well, how have you been these past ten years?"

After hearing this, Fu Changsheng was silent for a moment and took a sip of the wine in his hand. However, unlike Tushan Rongrong, Fu Changsheng did not react much, but felt that the liquor was a little stronger than the liquor he drank in his previous life.

Fu Changsheng didn't know how to explain the matter of the Human Emperor's Mausoleum to Tushan Rongrong, and just casually said a few words like "doing business", "practicing Taoism", and "traveling around".

Although Fu Changsheng only spoke whatever he thought of, Tushan Rongrong beside him listened very carefully.

The hair just covered Tushan Rongrong's eyes, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking at the moment.

"Then that year, I met a man named Jiang Shaotian, who was a very arrogant genius..."

"Uh-huh"

While Fu Changsheng was talking, Tushan Rongrong lowered her head and wanted to respond to Fu Changsheng, but in the end only a vague "wailing" sound came out of her throat.

For some reason, Tushan Rongrong suddenly felt her cheeks getting hot.

If you look closely, you will find that Tushan Rongrong's cheeks are already flushed, and her eyes have begun to become a little blurred.

"Heh...Heh...what's going on? My chest feels so hot..."

After a long time, Tushan Rongrong lowered her head, gently covered her chest with one hand, her breathing suddenly became a little rapid, and she began to gasp in small breaths.

Fu Changsheng, who was standing aside, did not notice anything unusual about Tushan Rongrong. While he was telling the story, he inadvertently recalled his experience in the Tomb of the Human Emperor.

Gradually, Tushan Rongrong always felt that there seemed to be a voice in her mind that had been silent for many years, and at this moment it suddenly began to echo in her ears.

"like..."

“I really like it...”