Fox demon: Carry my piano music with me forever

"I just don't like to tell people what's really on my mind."

"I don't think his father would feel helpless about his character. On the contrary, I think this child is quite cute."

These words are both polite and sincere.

Before you are sure that the child you are in love with is yours, don't be afraid of him, even if he treats you badly and is always unforgiving in his words.

But Fu Changsheng never hated him. In fact, as time passed, he began to treat him as his own son a long time ago.

After hearing this, a beautiful look flashed in the eyes of the Thousand-Faced Demon, and then he showed a relieved smile.

"Thank you for understanding this child. I believe you will become a good father in the future."

【Hate to talk about / what is the meaning of the word? ㈨ ④ 8З 24○ ㈨②】

Hearing this, Fu Changsheng touched the tip of his nose, feeling mixed emotions.

Then, the Thousand-Faced Demon looked at Tushan Rongrong again, with an unpredictable smile on his face.

"Thank you for spending the time with Qingsheng that I was unable to give him this year."

"Ah...it's nothing. Qingsheng is such a lovely child. It's my luck to be with him for this year." Tushan Rongrong waved her hand.

After saying that, the Thousand-Faced Demon stood up and bowed slowly towards the two of them.

"Thank you both, I won't bother you anymore."

"Why don't we let him stay for dinner?" Tushan Rongrong almost blurted out.

The moment Tushan Rongrong finished speaking, Thousand-Faced Demon paused, then slowly looked at Tushan Rongrong.

After a few moments, the Thousand-Faced Demon suddenly smiled and raised his hand to gently tuck his hair.

"It can be seen that you will definitely be a qualified mother in the future"

"At least more qualified than me."

"It's just that Qingsheng has gone home now. I think there will be a chance in the future."

"That's it..."

Hearing this, Tushan Rongrong silently lowered her head. Although she felt a little reluctant in her heart, she didn't say anything more.

"but"

The next moment, the Thousand-Faced Demon suddenly turned his head and glanced at Fu Changsheng.

"I suddenly remembered that I have something else I want to say to this Mr. Negative alone."

"Is it okay?" As he said that, the Thousand-Faced Demon cast an inquiring look at Tushan Rongrong.

"Ah? ...Yeah, okay."

After hesitating for a moment, although Tushan Rongrong was a little confused, she still nodded and went downstairs first.

After Tushan Rongrong left, only Qianmian Yaorong and Fu Changsheng were left in the room.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle.

Fu Changsheng turned his head in some surprise, wondering if Qianmian Yaorong had anything else to tell him.

But the next moment, when Fu Changsheng turned his head.

thump! ! !

"Well......!"

In an instant, Fu Changsheng only felt an exaggerated force on his shoulders, and his body immediately felt lighter.

Without giving Fu Changsheng any time to react, the Thousand-Faced Demon Face suddenly pounced on him like a kitten without any warning, and pressed Fu Changsheng against the wall with his shoulders!

At this moment, the Thousand-Faced Demon's disguise was gone, revealing the iconic pair of fox ears and the black hair falling from his shoulders.

It was so beautiful that her eyes, as white as jade and as bright as wood, seemed to be able to capture people's hearts.

Immediately afterwards, before Fu Changsheng could come to his senses, he was kissed by the Thousand-Faced Demon without any explanation.

She couldn't hold it in any longer.

Like a revenge, or like a dam breached by a flood, the Thousand-Faced Demon kissed very hard, and the fragrance between his lips came to his face, very aggressive.

Fu Changsheng subconsciously wanted to reach out and push the other person away, but Thousand Faces Demon Face held his head tightly. His mind was almost occupied by the cool and soft touch and the fragrance of Thousand Faces Demon Face.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

"hehe..."

A silver thread hung between her lips, and the demon with a thousand faces lowered her head, her face full of blush.

Fu Changsheng kept breathing heavily, looking at the familiar face in front of him in a daze, and the confusion in her eyes.

"Rongrong, you"

"Shhh."

In a trance, the Thousand-Faced Demon stretched out a finger and pressed it between Fu Changsheng's lips, making a gesture to silence him.

The Thousand-Faced Demon licked his lips, leaned against Fu Changsheng's body, and took a deep breath.

After a moment, the Thousand-Faced Demon slowly leaned close to Fu Changsheng's ear, and his soft voice made his ears turn red:

"This is a secret between us, don't tell anyone else."

"remember"

"Because you owe me this."

"Chirp..."

......

After saying goodbye, in a dreamlike scene

The Thousand-Faced Demon held the hand of the lovelorn man and walked step by step towards the sky dyed red by the dusk.

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Qingsheng raised his head and took a look at the Thousand-Faced Demon.

"mother."

"Without Kunpeng, does Dad not have to die?"

The Thousand-Faced Demon was silent for a long time, staring at the sky full of rosy clouds in a trance, wondering what he was thinking.

The Thousand-Faced Demonic Face did not answer, but suddenly asked:

"Qingsheng, do you know why your mother gave you this name?"

"I don't know." Fu Qingsheng shook his head.

In a trance, a trace of yearning and reminiscence flashed in the eyes of the Thousand-Faced Demon.

"I'm sorry for your piano music"

"You betrayed my deep love..."

Chapter 9997 Sorry, Love

call.....

Now that I have finished the story of love, I will say a few more words... maybe just one word? After all, there are only a few of us left. If I don't say more, no one will be willing to listen.

By now, the ratings have dropped to almost the same level, and there are only a few people reading it. As for the royalties, they have basically been sent, and the next step is the popular part of generating power for love. But as for Fox Demon fan fiction, those who understand it will understand it, and it’s nothing after getting used to it.

To be honest, I was very surprised by this result. When I told her about this that day, I almost cried in front of her. I said: I don't understand why. She was a little overwhelmed and didn't know how to comfort me. Later, I forced a smile and said forget it, and let it go.

But by now, it’s almost time to let go of the abuse.

The only thing I can't let go of is the character of Negative Love. Ever since this character appeared in my mind, I have liked him. When I was conceiving his image, I thought of Sanbing combined with the image of Huzai Palace.

Full of anticipation, Qingsheng appeared.

The result was that every time I opened the comments during that period, I saw nothing but "disgusting", "cerebral palsy", "vomiting emoji", "quit", "brain disease", and so on.

The other half was determined to die regardless of his love. Of course, his final ending was not very good either.

It’s just that when I saw so many people cursing this character, I felt a little... Since the first book, I felt that it was okay for others to curse me, but when they cursed the characters I liked, it was really hard to describe the feeling of loss.

I tried my best to explain, even directly posting spoilers, but it seemed to be of no use.

I used to love reading reviews. I would hold my phone all the time and refresh it from time to time. I would be happy if I saw an extra comment or a five-star review. I even dreamed for several nights in a row that my book had a few more comments and a few more readers. I was really obsessed.

To be honest, my hands were shaking every time I clicked on the comments during those two days.

But I just couldn't help but click on it, and as expected, there was a string of negative reviews and insults (no exaggeration, just one person's insult, the next insult was even worse, dozens of negative reviews connected together).

I don’t want to use the word cyberbullying because I think people like me would probably be laughed at if I said I was cyberbullied.

However, I used to be someone who always liked to smile no matter what happened, but now it seems that I am not as cheerful as I imagined.

My parents knew that I was writing online articles. When I found out that writing online articles could bring in income, I excitedly told them that I wanted to be an online writer in the future. Then... my mother said she would break my legs.

Especially during those few days, when she saw me acting so nervous as if I had lost my soul, and even my stomach suddenly started to hurt when I was flipping through my phone, she almost snatched my phone away.

"Stop writing!" The two elders had never been so serious in the room that day.

I could tell my parents were angry and worried about me because I couldn’t even pretend nothing had happened, my mood was practically written on my face.

I have also thought about just giving up and changing my username. Anyway, the data has already been sent, so it might be a good idea to run away early like the next door "Too Many Objects to Continuate Destiny".

But...

Seeing so many people scolding the Negative Lover, and even a post saying "The Negative Lover must die!!!" with nearly a hundred neatly arranged [secondings] below it, I was really sad at the time, and my head was buzzing as if there were bugs crawling in it.

I feel that I have let down this character that I like. He is not only Fu Changsheng's child, but also my child. To a certain extent, he is also my shadow.

So when I saw him being talked about like that, I felt like there was a dark group of people standing outside the well, spitting at me as I lay inside the well.

After being in a daze for who knows how long, I took a deep breath to suppress those murderous emotions, and convinced myself to continue writing, because I owed it to Qingsheng.

"I want to work so hard! I want to write 10,000 words a day!"

That morning I motivated myself like this: I would do my best to prove to this character I like that he is a character worth liking, that he is not disgusting, and that he does not deserve to die... (Oh, how can I cry so easily)

After writing for two hours, I felt embarrassed and went to check the comments again.

Then I saw a bad review that I couldn’t forget for about three years.