Fu Changsheng was a little surprised. What kind of family is this? A guest official with free food and accommodation is paid 1,200 yuan a month?

I have to say that this treatment is still very attractive, almost twice the daily income of Nei Changsheng.

However, just a moment later, Fu Changsheng shook his head slightly.

“Thank you for your kindness, young lady. However, I still prefer to stay in my small music hall. I don’t care about income. I just want to comfort the audience who have worked hard all day. It is also my personal ideal.”

Does it sound noble?

However, Fu Changsheng’s real idea was that being a private musician or a guest official would mean that he would only play the piano for one or two people. In that way, he would not be able to increase the attention points, which would be a huge loss for him.

“Well, since Mr. Fu doesn’t want to, I won’t force him.” The girl sighed softly.

After saying that, the girl stood up and left, and the housekeeper standing beside her followed behind her. Before leaving, the girl suddenly turned her head and glanced at Fu Changsheng, and quietly threw a meaningful wink at him.

Seeing this, Fu Changsheng stood there in a daze for a long time. Could it be that he was having an affair?

“Don’t look, they’ve already gone far away.” A slightly playful voice suddenly came from the side.

Tushan Rongrong sat on the chair, one hand on the side of her face, watching Fu Changsheng’s dazed look with interest.

Fu Changsheng looked back and found that there was indeed a familiar figure left in the house.

“Little guest, it’s you again?” Fu Changsheng smiled gently at Tushan Rongrong.

“What little guest? I have a name.” Tushan Rongrong muttered somewhat dissatisfiedly.

Hearing this, Fu Changsheng couldn’t help but raise the corner of his mouth. He is obviously just a child, but he has quite a personality.

“Well, I remember, Tushan Rongrong, right? Then I’ll call you Miss Rong, is that ok?”

Tushan Rongrong nodded with satisfaction. “It sounds much better now.”

Fu Changsheng turned around, packed up the props and tables and chairs, and said lightly: “Today’s performance is over.”

“Ok, I know.”

“Now that all the other guests have left, why don’t you go home? Aren’t you afraid that your sister will worry?” Fu Changsheng glanced at Tushan Rongrong with a faint smile.

“Don’t worry, I told my sister that I would read for a while and go back later.”

“My goodness, how did this little girl manage to lie without blushing?” Fu Changsheng couldn’t help but complain in his heart.

Fu Changsheng immediately gave a wry smile and sighed, feeling as if he had met a little customer who liked to play tricks on him.

“Okay, sit for a while. Have you had dinner?” Turning around, Fu Changsheng glanced at Tushan Rongrong.

Tushan Rongrong shook her head slightly, and Fu Changsheng understood. After a while, he came out from the kitchen with two bowls of tomato and egg noodles.

“By the way, I didn’t have the chance to ask you before, what’s your name?” Tushan Rongrong looked up at Fu Changsheng with some curiosity.

“Fu Changsheng, as for the name, it’s up to Miss Rong.”

As he spoke, Tushan Rongrong reached out to take the noodles handed to her by Fu Changsheng, took a light sip, and the taste still gave her a slight sense of surprise.

“Do you like eating noodles?” Tushan Rongrong glanced at Fu Changsheng while eating.

“It’s okay, mainly because I miss the taste of my hometown.”

Everything in the other world is good except the food. The steamed buns and pickles that ordinary people eat every day are not as good as instant noodles.

It’s not that there are no good restaurants, but the prices in Tushan are so high that everyone who knows about it knows that Fu Changsheng definitely can’t afford it.

While Tushan Rongrong was eating noodles, Fu Changsheng walked to the stage and sat down. He raised his hand to summon the Fuxi Qin and gently stroked the strings.

Today, Fu Changsheng also slightly felt the changes in the Fuxi Qin. With a light twist of his fingertips, the sound of the Qin, which was like a chaotic deep sea, made even he, the player, feel at ease.

“Knock… knock knock knock…” Fu Changsheng slowly played the “Song of Purification”, closed his eyes and hummed along softly. In an instant, the whole world seemed to quiet down, and the only remaining sounds were the melodious sound of the piano and Fu Changsheng’s deep voice.

As the sound of the piano rang out, Tushan Rongrong couldn’t help but look at Fu Changsheng on the stage.

The Fuxi Qin released a faint breath that made people lose their minds. Tushan Rongrong looked at the ancient Qin and couldn’t help but be a little absent-minded.

When Fu Changsheng finished his song, he looked up and found that Tushan Rongrong in the audience was staring at the Fuxi Qin in his hand.

For some reason, looking at Tushan Rongrong who was lost in thought, Fu Changsheng suddenly blurted out without thinking: “Do you want to come up and try?”

“Eh? Me?” Tushan Rongrong came back to her senses and pointed at herself in surprise.

“Well, you seem to be very interested in my piano.”

As he spoke, Fu Changsheng stretched out his hand to signal Tushan Rongrong to come up to the stage. After hesitating for a moment, Tushan Rongrong took the hand that Fu Changsheng extended and stood on the stage.

Fu Changsheng gave up his seat, and Tushan Rongrong slowly knelt down, stretched out her hand to stroke the strings of the Fuxi Qin, and blinked her eyes with some curiosity.

“Would you like to play it and see?”

Chapter 7 He said he was playing randomly

“Do you want to try playing it?” Fu Changsheng saw Tushan Rongrong’s eyes and gestured with his hand.

“Eh? Is it okay?” Upon hearing this, Tushan Rongrong raised her eyebrows in surprise. It was heard that those excellent musicians all cherished their own instruments and were unwilling to let others touch them.

Fu Changsheng nodded slightly. He was also very curious. Standing as a bystander, he wanted to see what kind of impact the sound of Fuxi’s zither had on the listeners.

Fu Changsheng’s music troupe was able to attract so many listeners. He knew that he did not have that ability, and the Fuxi Qin accounted for 99% of the reason.

Seeing that Tushan Rongrong seemed to be at a loss as to where to start, Fu Changsheng sat behind Tushan Rongrong, reached out from behind, gently held Tushan Rongrong’s wrist, and placed it on the strings.

“Hmm…” The moment Fu Changsheng came close to her, Tushan Rongrong’s body couldn’t help but tremble slightly. When Fu Changsheng reached out and held her wrist, the sudden close distance between them made her a little at a loss.

Fu Changsheng didn’t think much about it, mainly because he was facing a girl who was obviously seven or eight years younger than him. Any evil thoughts he had would be disrespectful to his old friend named Zhang San from his hometown.

After Tushan Rongrong put her fingers in the correct position, Fu Changsheng released his hands, and Tushan Rongrong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“Come, try plucking the strings.” Fu Changsheng leaned over from behind and whispered in Tushan Rongrong’s ear.

I have to admit that Tushan Rongrong’s pair of furry fox ears were a bit of a hindrance. When they got close, they slightly touched Fu Changsheng’s chin and felt a little itchy.

It looks cute though.

When Fu Changsheng spoke, the hot and humid air hit Tushan Rongrong’s fox ears. Tushan Rongrong’s ears suddenly trembled sensitively, making Tushan Rongrong, whose cheeks turned red, feel a little depressed.

Tushan Rongrong took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, then gently plucked the strings with her fingers.

“Zheng~” The deep sound of the piano echoed in the music hall. Tushan Rongrong looked at the Fuxi Qin with some curiosity.

The next moment, Tushan Rongrong imitated Fu Changsheng’s behavior and gently plucked the strings of the zither with both hands.

The sound of the piano was a little messy, but after playing it for about ten seconds, Tushan Rongrong quickly got used to the feeling, and the sound of the piano gradually gained a sense of rhythm.

Although his piano skills were a little immature, Fu Changsheng, who was standing beside him, gradually became fascinated by the music for some reason.

After a while, the sound of the piano stopped. Tushan Rongrong withdrew her hands and breathed a sigh of relief.

Tushan Rongrong turned around and found Fu Changsheng standing there in a daze, not even blinking, and seemed a little dazed.

“Fu Changsheng?” Tushan Rongrong stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Fu Changsheng.

“Hmm? Oh, sorry, I was a little fascinated by what I was hearing.” Fu Changsheng blinked and came back to his senses.

Fu Changsheng originally thought that a cultivator like himself with some cultivation would be less affected. But when the sound of Fuxi Qin sounded, his mind was still a little shaken, and this was when Tushan Rongrong didn’t know how to use it at all.

“You play the piano really well. Have you practiced before?”

Hearing this, Tushan Rongrong couldn’t help but cover her mouth and laugh secretly.

“Thanks for the compliment, but I was just playing it randomly.”

“Haha, what a coincidence, I also play it randomly.” Fu Changsheng smiled and spread his hands.

Hearing Fu Changsheng say this, Tushan Rongrong did not refute, but looked at Fu Changsheng with a smile.

Tushan Rongrong: He said he was playing it randomly, and I howled, he was not playing it randomly.

However, Fu Changsheng was not lying. He really could not play the piano at all, let alone the guqin.

However, just like how Tushan Rongrong could make Fu Changsheng mesmerized by just plucking the strings twice, the influence of the Fuxi Qin itself on the mind is enough to turn a Muggle who can’t play the Qin into the best musician in the world.

That night, a man and a fox sat on the stage, chatting and laughing while taking turns plucking strings and playing music, enjoying themselves.

After that, Tushan Rongrong would arrive on time every day when Fu Changsheng Music Hall opened to take a seat and support Fu Changsheng.

After all the guests had left, Tushan Rongrong still stayed in the music hall, drinking tea and chatting with Fu Changsheng for a while. When they were in the mood, they would play the piano and sing together.

According to Tushan Rongrong herself, her originally boring life suddenly became interesting.

If you want to know why it is interesting, perhaps it is because of the novelty brought by the fact that Negative Immortality is a human being.

Fu Changsheng naturally wouldn’t mind, after all, he had no friends in Tushan.

It’s nice to have a little fox willing to chat with me every day.

Even though it was raining heavily, most of the shops on Tushan Street were closed, including Fu Changsheng’s music hall.

Tushan Rongrong knocked on the door as usual. Fu Changsheng looked at Tushan Rongrong whose hair was wet, and felt angry and amused at once.

“I say, can’t you come back with an umbrella?”

“A-choo… Well, I ran away secretly without telling my sister, so of course I didn’t bring an umbrella.” Tushan Rongrong said with a pout.

After hearing this, Fu Changsheng could only smile helplessly, took out a towel and said, “Come here, I’ll dry your hair for you.”

Just like this, Tushan Rongrong would appear in Fu Changsheng’s music hall every day, regardless of whether Fu Changsheng was open or not.

Anyway, she knew that as long as she knocked on the door, someone would open it.

In the Tushan Sutra Library.

“Sister, I’m leaving first!” Tushan Rongrong glanced at the time, immediately closed the book, stood up from the chair, said hello casually and ran out.

“Strange, why does Rongrong always walk in such a hurry recently? Where is she going?” Tu Shan Honghong on the side looked confused.

I always feel that my sister is a little absent-minded recently.

It’s not just about reading and studying. Recently, even when Cui Yuling was teaching medical skills, Tushan Rongrong would run away as soon as the time came, as if she had something very important to do.

“Could it be that he has a pet?” Tushan Honghong looked at Tushan Rongrong’s departing back thoughtfully.

On this day, Fu Changsheng opened the door of the music house as usual, tidied up for a while, and then started to welcome guests.

Tushan Rongrong was the first to come in and took a front position.

Fu Changsheng, who was sitting on the stage auditioning, looked up and saw Tushan Rongrong, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised. They exchanged glances but did not say hello, because many guests soon came to the music hall and sat down.

After a while, a slender figure suddenly walked in from outside the door.