"Hmm?" Tu Shan Rongrong, who was on the city wall preparing to return to her office, trembled and looked at the figure on the road. There was no mistake, it was Chi Musheng.

What is he going to do? Tu Shan Rongrong couldn't help but wonder, why not follow him and see?

Tu Shan Rongrong clapped her hands and said, "That's settled then. It's fine to deal with the work later."

Chi Musheng arrived at a music studio on the street, took out his key from his pocket, opened the door, and stepped into the studio as if into a peaceful place. The antique decorations created a strong artistic atmosphere, with a sense of timeless fragrance.

"call"

Chi Musheng ran his fingers over the table and chair, leaving a faint fingerprint. Looking at the dust on his hand, a figure flashed through his mind. Come to think of it, it had been a long time since he had come. He wondered if his musical skills had deteriorated.

Lifting the cloth covering the guqin on the stage, Chi Musheng slowly sat down. With a flick of his fingers, the strings vibrated, and the melodious sound of the guqin echoed in the guqin hall, lingering for a long time.

The monsters who heard the music outside were drawn into the music hall. You should know that in the demon race, musicians are an extremely rare profession. Generally, only demons of high status can listen to music often.

Ordinary demons can't even see musicians, let alone listen to them, and the cost is exceptionally high, since most musicians are captured from humans.

A rabbit demon glanced at the box at the entrance, which read that it cost one tael of silver to enter. It decisively took out one tael of silver and put it in. The opportunity to relax by listening to the zither was rare and so cheap.

After entering the music hall, I found a seat, closed my eyes to rest, and let the music wash away the fatigue of the day.

The demons who entered later all sat down quietly, as a sign of respect for the musician.

Tu Shan Rongrong sat in a dimly lit corner, afraid that Chi Musheng would see her. After all, Chi Musheng pursued her every day. If he said he would play a song just for her, the whole of Tu Shan would probably be gossip about her tomorrow.

As the song ended, Chi Musheng cleared his throat and pointed to the hanging board, saying, "Ladies and gentlemen, if you wish to request a song, there is a song list above. Each song costs ten taels of silver."

"Request a song? You can request a song?" The demons were puzzled. They had always listened to whatever the musician played.

"Would you like to request a song?" A glint of light flashed in Tu Shan Rongrong's eyes as she realized that she seemed to know very little about Chi Musheng. Despite considering herself knowledgeable, she had never even heard of these song titles.

Blue and white porcelain

Know Me

Unchanging This Life

Phoenix Seeks Its Mate

...............

"Many of these tunes are ones we've never heard before," the demons said, feeling ashamed. They had hardly ever heard any songs before, so what did they know about music? They were completely clueless.

"Boss, bring me 'I'd Never Trade'!"

A snake demon took out ten taels of silver and shouted.

"Okay," Chi Musheng said softly, and the strings vibrated with his fingers. The strong prelude changed the atmosphere in the music hall in an instant.

Time flows ceaselessly through the past... promises remain between water and sky... a lone figure lingers, reluctant to leave...

Be braver after separation, may this love be passed down through generations.

The crowd seemed to see the lingering affection and reluctance of a couple, the boy's promise and the girl's gaze resonating with each other. They seemed to understand each other's thoughts, yet they had to part ways.

On the long road, they all looked back, along the path they had come from, searching for that figure who was no longer there.

The boy stood on the cliff, gazing at the sword in his hand and laughing foolishly; the girl looked down at the snowflake in her hand and scoffed, their white hair flowing together.

Memories are like long threads swirling in the sky, unforgettable through the ages, transforming into wingless lovebirds, traveling together yet separated.

The music ended, the shadows faded.

The music hall was completely silent; even the sound of a single tear falling to the ground seemed exceptionally clear. The snake demon who had chosen a piece of music had already had her face covered in tears.

"Changqing, it's been three hundred years. How much longer will we have to wait before we can meet again? Can you tell me?" Zixuan murmured to herself.

Her memories of Changqing had long since become blurred; she tried hard to see his face clearly, but it was always shrouded in a haze.

This was her only thought, and time was mercilessly taking it away. She was really afraid that one day, even if Changqing really stood in front of her, would she still recognize him?

As Tu Shan Rongrong listened to this piece of music, a crystal tear welled up in the corner of her eye. She unconsciously wiped it away with her hand. She actually cried, something she hadn't done in a hundred years.

The scene began to get out of control; couples hugged each other and cried, while those who were alone either wiped their tears silently or sobbed uncontrollably.

No, is the reaction really that big? Chi Musheng swallowed hard. He was a little afraid to play anymore, afraid that if he continued, these demons would die in front of him.

"Ahem, everyone, I have other matters to attend to, so we'll stop here for today. Please come back another day to listen to music," Chi Musheng said, rising to bow to the demons.

Upon hearing this, the demons all stood up, some looking up and others bowing as they left. After all, they didn't want to expose their disheveled state, because their vulnerable side was always reserved for that special someone.

However, before leaving, all the demons put a few taels of silver into the box.

The music hall was empty, but there were still two people below the stage. Zixuan stood up, her eyes glazed over, and asked in a choked voice, "Sir, do you accept apprentices? I want to learn this piece from you."

“I’m sorry, I don’t accept apprentices, but if you want to listen, you can come anytime.” Chi Musheng shook his head and did not agree. He had promised someone that he would never teach anyone to play the zither again in his life.

"Sir," Zixuan wanted to plead again, but Chi Musheng raised his hand to refuse.

That's all I have to say; there's no need for further explanation.

"I understand, thank you, sir." Zixuan turned and slowly walked away.

"Third Miss, how long do you plan to sit?" Chi Musheng looked at the small, thin figure in the corner. He was somewhat surprised. Tu Shan Rongrong should be busy with work at this time. How did she have time to listen to music?

"Are you trying to drive them away?" Tu Shan Rongrong slowly walked onto the stage.

Their eyes met, one looking up, the other looking down, the faint light falling on their faces.

Chi Musheng smiled without saying a word, knowing the answer yet still asking.

“There must be a touching story behind this piece of music. I want to hear it, Chi Musheng,” Tu Shan Rongrong said softly.

"Just because you want to hear it, does that mean I have to tell you?" Chi Musheng immediately refused. Who did she think she was? The contract was over, who was going to indulge this little fox?

Besides, he was really afraid that if he told Tu Shan Rongrong about it, she would leave crying, so Chi Musheng made up an excuse for himself.

"I..."