Don't trip yourself over your little short legs!

The three big men were already nervous because of their weak hearts, and they were even more flustered at the moment.

hurriedly threw down the things in his hand and ran in the direction of Xiao Libao.

Don't say it, after getting drunk, the little guy seems to be released as a whole person, and he is not weak and well-behaved before at all.

Carrying the mahogany sword and brushing away, the three big men almost didn't keep up.

And Xiaohua only felt that there were several shadows in front of her, and when she reacted again, there was no one in front of her.

It tilted its head in confusion and whimpered.

It had just fallen, and now it rolled over and stood up in a daze, four uncoordinated little short legs trying to keep up with a few people.

But after two steps, it looked at the living room where there was no one anymore and gave up.

"Whew~!"

You guys leave the little cuties at home to mess with!

It's still very useful this time!

-

The piano room at the moment.

Tang Hu was sitting in front of the piano.

His hand rests on the piano keys.

The overhead lights flickered and went out.

Because it was late at night, it was quiet all around.

Usually he will not make a sound when he comes to the piano room at this time, but he is familiar with the feeling and increases his proficiency in the score.

Although it is not audible in the surrounding area, the sound of the piano can still disturb the rest of the family.

Tang Hu's fingertips danced on the piano, and he glanced up at the score from time to time.

After a moment, he frowned, his face was bad-tempered, his face seemed to be clouded, and he was completely devoid of his previous calm.

He raised his hand and knocked the score off, and stood up, he gasped violently, his eyes widened, and he stared at the score.

Like an enraged leopard.

After waiting for a while, he seemed to come back to his senses, pursed his lips to put away his emotions, took the score back, and put it in its place.

"Why can't I practice well?"

He sat in front of the piano, looking at the black and white keys in front of him, and his eyes slowly brought out tiredness, dazedness and despair.

"Why can't you always do the best?"

His voice was low, and it was loud and loud.

In this quiet piano room, it is particularly infiltrating.

He didn't seem to realize that when he spoke, the tail note was echoed.

It was as if someone was whispering to him behind his back.

You just can't do it, you just can't do it well – you're just a piece of waste, don't you think you're a genius? How ridiculous—'

The voice was slow and slow, full of disparagement and malice.

You've been working so hard, but whether it's your mother or anyone else, have they seen your efforts? No, all they see is your unsatisfactory results - you are nothing at all. ’

"I'm good for nothing—"

The young man, who had never heard this voice before, finally spoke slowly, his eyes slightly hollow, and he muttered to himself in a low voice, as if he was echoing the voice.

'Yes, you are useless at all, living in this world, and carrying your mother's expectations, you are so tired, you are so tired! ’

After hearing his echo, the voice suddenly amplified the volume, as if seizing some opportunity, and continued to brainwash Tang Hu's ears.

Tang Hu couldn't help but raise his hand to press his forehead, only to feel that all kinds of negative emotions during this time almost exploded at this time.

It's extremely uncomfortable, and it's so uncomfortable that I can't breathe.

It was only then that he wondered if he had heard something just now.

But the sound was much longer.

'Accept the reality, go back to sleep, and accept the reality completely-'