Ling'er

"Little Fool"

"Big Fool"

"Yu Meng"

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The audience members in their seats couldn't help but murmur the name they had called out countless times in their minds. The melody of the piano was moving and touched their hearts.

As the music plays, it unfolds into a series of scenes, like a short film, a solo performance that belongs to oneself.

With the final vibration of the strings, the clear piano music disappeared, replaced by a soft, lingering whisper in my ear.

Chi Musheng looked at the demons who were putting on a brave face and spoke gently.

"Dear guests, sometimes, a frank cry is more authentic than a forced laugh. There's no need to pretend; take it off when you're tired."

He plays the piano partly to earn money, and partly to release people's long-suppressed emotions; in this era, he can be considered a semi-psychologist.

In life, how many people stand in the drizzling rain wearing masks, their true feelings hidden beneath the masks – whether they are laughing or crying?

The remaining demons, upon hearing Chi Musheng's words, could no longer hold back. They told themselves countless times to be strong and not to cry, because they could not show their vulnerable side to others.

But when someone pierces through your last remaining defenses and comes right in front of you, all your pretense vanishes, leaving only the unspeakable bitterness of a young man.

The most conspicuous one was still the pig demon brother from the beginning, hugging the bull demon beside him, wailing and crying, muttering, "Cuilan, without you, my life has long lost its meaning. Five hundred years have passed, I thought I could forget you, why!"

"Brother Pig, don't be sad. Perhaps she is already happy. I believe you would be happy to see that," the Bull Demon comforted him.

The bull demon's words were like a sharp sword, piercing the pig demon's heart with each strike, causing invisible blood to flow everywhere.

The pig demon lay slumped in the chair, his eyes lifeless, seemingly devoid of light, silent and serene, slowly uttering two words: "Yes."

He was never worthy of Cuilan; the love in his heart was nothing but wishful thinking on his part. He was a clown in the dark, a voyeur, and a coward.

If he had been braver back then, Cuilan wouldn't have been deceived and died at the hands of those Taoist priests, and he wouldn't even have had the ability to avenge Cuilan.

The bull demon scratched his big horn, feeling that he had said something wrong, but the pig brother had clearly stopped crying after his comforting words.

Forget it, he doesn't understand love and romance, he can't figure it out. Just wait and hear the story.

"Chi Musheng, I also want to take it off, but Tushan needs me, my sister needs me," Tushan Rongrong murmured to herself as she looked at the figure on the stage.

Outsiders have always thought that Tu Shan Rongrong is a black-hearted fox, but hundreds of years ago, she was a simple fox demon just like Sister Ya Ya.

The entire music hall was filled with emotion, except for Tu Shan Ya Ya, who looked around, unable to understand why a large group of demons were crying, especially the several burly demons in front who weighed three or four hundred pounds and were two meters tall, crying like three-year-old children.

"Ladies and gentlemen, now we come to the story section. The piece 'Forget Time' is from a couple."

The story begins at a Taoist temple, where a cultivation prodigy named Lin Yeping, a Taoist priest, was sweeping fallen leaves at the entrance when he saw a purple veil float down to his feet…

Everyone listened with rapt attention, because the demon realm not only had a pitifully small number of musicians, but also no storytellers, just like Tushan.

It can be said that Chi Musheng single-handedly took on all the legitimate entertainment projects in Tushan.

"The moment the two entered the bridal chamber, Lin Yeping lifted Zixuan's wedding dress and saw the horse-face tattoo on her collarbone. He froze, his heart trembling. He didn't know why, but he felt very uncomfortable..."

The demons' thoughts were drawn into the scene. The male demons felt as if they were actually there, experiencing the same feeling. It was a kind of instinctive possessiveness, a domineering and uncontrollable desire for the one they loved. The female demons, on the other hand, pondered what story lay behind that horse-face tattoo.

"When we parted...at our farewell, Lin Yeping shielded Zixuan with his body, letting several spears pierce his flesh. In his final moments, Lin Yeping used his last strength to ask: Tell me, in your heart, who is still there who brings me peace?"

Zixuan hugged Lin Yeping tightly and cried: "Yeping, it's you. Liu Fang is also you. It's always been you."

"However, it was too late in the end. Lin Yeping did not live to hear the answer he wanted. Two people in love missed each other because of a moment of anger, and paid a heavy price for it, including their lives."

"The story concludes by telling everyone: love is about finding the one who can overcome the other; it's about willingly admitting defeat; it's about having endless stories to tell and countless words to share; it's about mutual understanding and tolerance; it's about being willing to do things, and it's definitely not about being stubborn, indifferent, or sarcastic."

Chi Musheng took a sip of water to soothe his throat, and then spoke for three hours straight, almost burning up.

“Boss, the story is very touching, but I think the story of their past lives is equally interesting,” a wolf demon raised his hand and spoke up.

Upon hearing this, all the demons in the audience turned to look at Chi Musheng. They hadn't had enough of crying yet and didn't want the show to end. If necessary, they would pay more.

“Yes, but the story of her past life has already been heard by some people. If you want to know, you can ask her. Friendly reminder, she is in the music hall.” Chi Musheng directly changed the target.

He was already exhausted, and he still had to serve Tushan Honghong that night. He couldn't take it if he did another round. Besides, this was just a side job. Tushan Honghong had just given him 20,000 taels of silver yesterday. He had to be clear about his main job and side job.

"The boss can charge extra for telling stories."

"Yes, we can pay more."

"Don't leave, we haven't had enough fun yet!"

Seeing that Chi Musheng looked like he was about to leave, they all raised their hands in protest.

However, the veto power lies with Chi Musheng.

"Ladies and gentlemen, stories are more interesting when told little by little. Besides, we agreed on this from the beginning. If you keep doing this, I won't tell any more stories."

"No, boss!"

Seeing that Chi Musheng had already unleashed his ultimate move, it would be disrespectful not to leave.

In fact, whether or not one shows respect is not as important as listening to the music and the story.

The demons left in an orderly fashion, tacitly dropping silver into the box before leaving, all afraid that the owner would run away because he couldn't make any money, since the musicians usually charged much more than Chi Musheng, and so did the storyteller.

Tu Shan Rongrong sat quietly in her seat, waiting for the crowd to leave. Beside her, a fox was fast asleep, blowing a big bubble from its snot.

She had other matters to discuss with Chi Musheng. She didn't want to be like Zixuan, and she certainly didn't want Chi Musheng to be like Lin Yeping.

Since Chi Musheng has given up, why shouldn't she take the initiative to win him back? She won't let a moment of stubbornness become a decision she'll regret for the rest of her life.

After casting a spell on Tu Shan Ya Ya, Tu Shan Rong Rong shouted loudly onto the stage.

Chi Musheng