Female 2 Upper Guide [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 39 Be My Muse 【End】

People's energy is limited, and usually people who stay up late will feel unbearable and want to go to bed in the second half of the night, and if they don't eat or drink during this process, then the time she can persist will undoubtedly be shorter.

Yu Jiaojiao's health is not good, in other words, anyone who doesn't like to exercise and eat irregularly will not be too healthy.

So after a day of tossing and nothing to eat, she naturally... fainted.

The ground is full of wood carvings, and the sharp water chestnut may become a dangerous murder weapon at this time, but the person concerned has lost consciousness and is unaware of it, and his head is about to hit the wood carvings.

At the critical moment, before Xiao Shi had time to make a move, he fell into Tang Hua's arms.

Tang Hua is actually not a person who is easy to soften his heart. Demons are very cold-blooded creatures. They do not have the three views of ordinary people. Broken arms will not make them loathe war, but will only arouse their desire to kill and destroy. His existence is to bring disaster to the world, and so is Tang Hua.

But when facing Yu Jiaojiao alone, it is difficult for Tang Hua to be ruthless.

In fact, when I first met Yu Jiaojiao, it was not like this. At that time, Tanghua often tripped her up, and even almost killed her several times, but then the situation changed rapidly. Not only did she no longer want to kill her On the contrary, he almost led his subordinates to collude with the enemy and betray the country.

Tanghua actually forgot how it became like this, just like a sapling rooted in the ground, it grows into a big tree without knowing it, with roots extending in all directions, even if the tree is cut down, the roots will always remain In the ground, it then rots and sprouts again.

She also knows that she can't act alone, just like a sunk cost, the more she pays, the more reluctant to let go, but every time, she can't make up her mind to continue acting the script, and when she sees her sad, she immediately I feel my heart is broken, and being able to endure it for a day is considered a broken record.

But it was really not easy for her to endure it.

She looked down at Yu Jiaojiao. In this kind of world without any supernatural power, Tanghua can't be too unscrupulous. At least like Shanhaijie, it is impossible to take out a pill to cure the disease and save people. So in this situation, Yu Jiaojiao could only be sent to the hospital.

She could see that Yu Jiaojiao had no major problem, it was purely caused by not exercising, not having eaten all day, and having emotional ups and downs. Clearly, seeing her like this, Tang Hua still couldn't help feeling an emotion called 'panic'.

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Yu Jiaojiao was awakened by hunger, to be precise, awakened by the aroma of food around her.

She didn't react for a while, she looked around subconsciously, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Muse—"

She rushed forward at once, looked at Tang Hua pitifully, "Where have you been? I miss you so much."

She didn't notice the infusion needle inserted on the back of her hand at all, and this flutter immediately caused the infusion bottle next to the hospital bed to shake, and almost tore off the needle on her arm.

Tang Hua stretched out his hand to hold her down: "Don't move."

Yu Jiaojiao blinked, pitifully and tearfully: "Why are you leaving?"

Tang Hua looked down at her: "Your notebook and I fell into the water, who do you save first?"

Yu Jiaojiao: "???"

She blinked, as if she just understood, and answered her naively: "I won't let the notebook fall into the water."

Yu Jiaojiao has always cherished the notebooks filled with her own inspirations, how could she let them fall into the water?What's more, she has always used waterproof pens, even if it is really wet, the handwriting will not be blurred.

Tang Hua: "So you can let me fall into the water?"

Yu Jiaojiao: "...?"

She was a little dazed, and didn't understand how this made her fall into the water, but she sensitively noticed that Muse seemed a little unhappy.

She leaned all over Tang Hua: "Muse, what's wrong with you?"

Tang Hua subconsciously stretched out her hand to prevent her from falling to the ground, and then asked: "I can only choose one music from yours, who do you choose?"

Yu Jiaojiao opened his eyes wide.

In her heart, the two are not on opposite sides. After all, she noticed Tanghua because of the music, and then Tanghua provided her with inspiration to create music. This is a perfect closed loop, and no one can do it without anyone, so How could there be a choice between the two?

She never thought of making the two separate and independent. She was stunned for a moment before realizing belatedly: "Muse, don't you like that I like music?"

Her mind was spinning very fast at the moment, and she realized the problem without Tang Hua reminding her.

Tang Hua hummed: "I really, really don't like it."

Two specials in a row, it can be seen that they are very disgusted, Yu Jiaojiao was stunned for a while, and silently huddled in a corner.

Even if her parents came and asked her to give up music and learn woodcarving or oil painting, Yu Jiaojiao could turn around and leave with her household registration book. She may not even be willing to take it to carry shoes for the music.

But Tanghua is different, that is the muse she wants to have on her own initiative, she is different from everyone else, she is special, when Yu Jiaojiao sees her, she feels like she is shining, it is easy I lived in a tall building that was originally built for music.

For her, both are things she doesn't want to give up.

But her muse made no secret of her aversion to music, which made her realize very clearly that the two cannot coexist without me.

Yu Jiaojiao felt that her heart was torn apart. On the one hand, she didn't want to give up the music she had worked so hard for for so many years. On the other hand, she knew that if the muse left, her inspiration would die with her.

Although she came here like this before seeing the Muse, she may not be able to write a melody for a month when she lacks inspiration, but after having heaven, who will go to the world and hell?

She lowered her eyes and stared at the snow-white quilt. After a long time, she stretched out her left hand with great struggle, but her right hand grabbed her left hand and pulled it back as if it belonged to another person. In the end, her left hand still gently grabbed the sleeve: "me……"

As soon as she opened her mouth, tears couldn't help falling down: "I, can I build a tomb for them?"

Yu Jiaojiao was full of reluctance, but after saying it, she felt a lot more relaxed, but the tears couldn't stop slipping out, and she hugged her until she hiccupped: "Can, is it okay?"

Tang Hua was ruthless: "No."

"Ugh..."

Tang Hua held her face in his hands, and slowly wiped away her tears: "They are all in the manor, and they won't go anywhere."

Yu Jiaojiao looked at her twitching, and blinked when she heard the words, as if she hadn't reacted yet.

Tang Hua continued: "But you have to remember that you gave up on them yourself. I am the most important thing in your heart. You can only see them when I am not around."

Of course, she also wanted to destroy it directly, but she also knew that some things were not so easy to let go, not to mention, the dead Bai Yueguang would never be able to turn into rice grains, but the cinnabar mole would turn into mosquito blood.

Yu Jiaojiao was stunned for a moment, the tears finally stopped, he looked at her hesitantly, and after a while he reluctantly said: "No need, just put it away."

——she can make up in her head.

Tang Hua lowered her brows, lowered her head and kissed her: "It's okay," she stroked her hair and continued, "But, you can only stay in the manor."

"Not allowed to go anywhere."

Yu Jiaojiao blinked, his IQ was improving by leaps and bounds at this moment, and he reacted almost immediately: "Do you want to trap and raise me?"

She pursed her mouth, frowned and looked up at her unhappily: "I don't want to live in a birdcage."

People who write songs are actually very good at drawing materials. After all, it is impossible for them to write songs every time they have personally experienced certain things, so Yu Jiaojiao actually has a wide range of knowledge, but every time he understands, She completely treated this knowledge as rubbish and swept it in the corner, but now she has dug it out.

Tang Hua froze, she didn't think much about it, but some scenes that were easy to be caught popped up in her mind, and she smiled: "You reminded me."

Yu Jiaojiao: "?"

She shivered unconsciously, and instinctively changed the subject, "Muse, I'm hungry."

Tang Hua heard that he brought her porridge. There was actually a lot of food on the table, but it was too greasy for Yu Jiaojiao to eat, so he could only hope for plums to quench his thirst.

She looked back with some regret, but she was not a willful person, and she was really hungry, so she finished the porridge honestly, surrounded Tang Hua, and finally fell asleep in peace.

She didn't know if she did something wrong, after all, strictly speaking, music is Qingmei, and Tanghua is heaven, maybe one day when the passion recedes, she will start to miss Qingmei's goodness?

But she doesn't want to see Muse again, at worst, at worst she feels wronged by music and becomes a mistress in her mind, so she can have an affair while Muse is sleeping...

Thinking about it this way, Yu Jiaojiao couldn't help but feel a little guilty, but soon became confident again.

Anyway, I secretly thought in my mind, what does it matter if God knows and no one knows except her?

Yu Jiaojiao didn't like the atmosphere in the hospital very much, so after the doctor came for an examination, she asked Tang Hua to take her home. The manor was still the same manor, and the piano on display was bought by her for more than 100 million yuan, and she had to go there every day. Playing the piano of the previous piece, but looking at it now, it seems that it is not so fragrant.

She stared at the piano for a while before looking away.

That's right, it's not as good-looking as Muse.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help moaning and rubbing against Tang Hua's body, like a clingy kitten.

Tang Hua bowed his head and kissed her, kicked the cucurbit silk at his feet, and brought her back to the room.