White Moonlight of the Tyrant

This is the third time that Ming Ran came to this small black room.

He stood at the door, his four little paws approached the door lightly, and he erected his orange, furry pointed ears, carefully listening to the whispering servants outside the door.

After turning into a cat, Ming Ran's sense of hearing and smell became exceptionally good, even though he was far away, he could still hear clearly.

From their conversation, Ming Ran learned——

Here is a mansion of a rich family.

And it's not an ordinary wealthy family, but an ordinary rich businessman like the Ming family, a wealthy family that can't be compared or provoked.

Since it is a wealthy family, fights and conspiracies are inevitable.Presumably, this young boy imprisoned in the storage room was the victim of some conspiracy or struggle.

Thinking of this, Ming Ran let out a depressed meow.

He was surprised, why does this TV drama-like complicated relationship between rich and powerful families always appear in his dreams?

Is it because he is so lonely?

So in the dream, there will be a young man who is as lonely and lonely as him, to accompany him?

Thinking of the boy, Ming Ran looked up at the wooden bed in the corner of the room.

The boy lay curled up, quietly, sleeping deeply.

Ming Ran approached slowly, leaped swiftly, and stood at the corner of the bed in an instant.

Afterwards, he walked up to the boy's face, raised one of his front paws, and tentatively covered the boy's forehead.

Well, good, the fever has subsided.

A barely audible sigh.

But suddenly, the boy who closed his eyes in the corner suddenly opened them!

Those dark eyes are as sharp as a sharp arrow hidden in the dark night!Ming Ran was so frightened that he subconsciously wanted to run away.

The young man's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, like a little cheetah, he sprang up suddenly, and his hands caught Ming Ran fiercely like lightning.

Then he held Ming Ran's two front paws tightly with both hands, one left and one right, and pressed him on the wooden bed so that he could not move.

Ming Ran was so frightened that he called "meow meow"!

He was pressed on the bed and struggled vigorously, kicking his hind hooves desperately, leaving bloodstains on the young man's white arms in two or three strokes, and the blood gush out little by little.

But even so, the boy still pressed down on the little orange cat of unknown origin.

His eyes were burning, and he remained motionless.

"Meow..." Looking at the several bloodstains accidentally injured by him, Ming Ran stopped struggling in shame.

He forgot that he had claws now, and they were very sharp.

Seeing that Ming Ran couldn't move anymore, the young man spoke in a low voice, his voice was hoarse and green between a teenager and an adult: "I let you go, but don't run away."

Ming Ran meowed and nodded.

The boy slowly let go of his hand, but he didn't completely let go of the burning freedom.

Instead, he grabbed his neck, hugged him into his arms, and laid it flat on his lap.

If Ming Ran dared to run away, he could catch him with a stretch of his hand.

Ming Ran thought to himself, this kid is young and has a lot of eyes.

The teenager looked down at the kitten in his arms.

The head and body are beautiful orange, only the white part of the belly is like snow.Take a closer look at the face of the little orange cat, a pair of eyes are big and round, dripping, like brown amber, crystal clear.

The most special thing is that the little orange cat has a group of deep orange dark lines on its forehead, which looks like a flame, handsome and cute.

The young man remembered the extremely beautiful fireflies and the inexplicable cat fur on the cuffs, and asked in a low voice, "Are you a monster? A cat demon?"

After hearing this, Ming Ran was stunned, then shook his head.

He is a decent human being!

The boy frowned, doubts appeared in his eyes, obviously he didn't believe it.

This cat can appear and disappear out of thin air, and can understand human language, which must be unusual.

Boy: "I'm in a coma with a fever, did you attract the servant for me?"

Ming Ran nodded.

Boy: "That time, you were the one who hid in the cabinet and turned into a firefly again?"

Ming Ran nodded again.

The young man understood it, he analyzed it in his mind, and concluded that Ming Ran was a little monster, although he refused to admit it.

He understands this point. According to folklore, demons who have transformed into demons and immortals who have descended to the mortal world are unwilling to let mortals know.

For example, the beautiful fairy who secretly went to take a bath in the lake on earth and had her feather clothes stolen.For another example, the snail girl who cleaned and cooked for others immediately wanted to escape after being discovered.

After confirming what he thought in his heart again, the young man asked questions one after another: "Then, will you become a human?"

This made Ming Ran question, he shook his head in embarrassment, but his body suddenly swelled up!

Immediately afterwards, his hands, feet, and body elongated and changed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and transformed into a human form in a few seconds!

However, the illusion is not complete.

The orange cat ears and tail are still on the body, making it look more like a monster.

Moreover, after becoming a human, Ming Ran has no clothes!

The boy finally changed his indifferent and cold expression.

He stared dumbfounded at the cat-eared teenager who was naked and straddled him.

I thought to myself, dare to say that I am not a monster, this makes me catch it straight!

The two of them maintained this posture for a few seconds, Ming Ran was the first to react, his face flushed red, and he rolled and crawled off the boy.

The boy also reacted belatedly, and his ears couldn't help but feel hot.

Without changing his face, he threw the rag sheet beside the bed, and said in a deep voice, "Don't you cat demons transform into clothes, don't you know?"

Ming Ran put on the cloth sheet and opened his mouth, but to no avail, he had to grab the boy's hand and write on his palm: "I don't know what's going on."

The boy was surprised: "You can't speak?"

Ming Ran lowered his eyes, first shook his head, then nodded.

"It doesn't matter." The boy said, "I can teach you how to speak."

After hearing this, Ming Ran raised his head to look at the young man who was close at hand, and felt a slight touch in his heart.

He looked at the young man carefully, and suddenly found that he was very good-looking, especially the brow bone, which was slightly more protruding than ordinary people, making his eyes extraordinarily deep and energetic.

The young man squinted at Ming Ran, and said: "Speaking is very simple. From now on, if I say something, you can follow me. Within a year, you will definitely be able to say everything."

Ming Ran came back to his senses, and smiled at the young man, it was as gentle as the spring wind, no longer the gloomy and sharpness in the usual days.

After dreaming three times, Ming Ran felt a little joy for the first time.

Regardless of whether what happened in front of him was true or false, in the dream, he no longer needed to pretend to be himself.

Without the pressure and pain in real life, he can laugh whenever he wants, feeling extremely happy and free.

The young man was stunned for a few seconds, then lowered his head abruptly, and said in a muffled voice, "Then we have made an appointment, you will come every day from now on, and I will teach you how to speak."

"What's your name?"

Ming Ran wrote the word "Ran" on the boy's palm, and then wrote: "What's your name?"

The boy opened his mouth, but his expression sank, and he shut up immediately.

He said: "I won't tell you this time, I will tell you when you come next time."

"If you don't come, you will never know for the rest of your life!"

After the boy finished speaking, he suddenly realized that his threat was really naive and ridiculous.

Then he slammed down the wall bitterly, turned around and didn't speak.

After a while, the boy couldn't help turning his head back quietly, and suddenly found that there was no one behind him, only a faint firefly floating in the air.

The young man stood up abruptly, with eagerness in his dark eyes.

Until the firefly gradually dimmed, the young man clenched his fists tightly with an annoyed expression on his face.

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Ming Ran was woken up by the jade pendant on his chest.

Open your eyes, the rain outside the window has stopped.

After a night of devastation, the roses in the garden downstairs have withered a lot, the sun rose in the distance, and the air smelled of rain and dew in the morning.

What happened in the dream is vivid in his mind, Ming Ran pulls out the red string hidden in his pajamas, and lays a white jade pendant carved in the shape of a fish in the palm of his hand.

It's not as hot as it was when I was half asleep and half awake just now, but now that the jade pendant has cooled down, it's cool again, warm to the touch.

This jade pendant was a gift from Ming Ran's grandfather on his birthday.

The fish carved on it is not an ordinary fish, but the real body of the kitchen spirit, the golden carp.

Speaking of the kitchen spirit, it is the kitchen fairy believed by the older generation in the cooking industry.

Legend has it that every time you pray before cooking, the food you make must be rich in color, fragrance and long aftertaste.

However, these are all superstitions of the older generation. Few of the young people now believe in them, and naturally few people will worship them.

But Ming Ran's grandfather Xia Mingjun believed it very much, he not only worshiped by himself, but also dragged Ming Ran to worship together.

And on Ming Ran's birthday, Xia Junshan asked an expert to carve a fish-shaped jade pendant for him, saying that with the blessing of the kitchen spirit, everything will be smooth and auspicious in the future.

Ming Ran asked at that time: "Isn't this kitchen fairy only in charge of the kitchen?"

Xia Junshan snorted and said, "Since he is a fairy, he must have boundless magic power. It is definitely not harmful to pay more visits. Besides, even if he doesn't care about other things, he always has a few close friends, right? You pay homage to the kitchen fairy every day. Well done, his immortal friends will naturally cover you!"

Recalling the past for now, Ming Ran patted his head and suddenly realized that the jade pendant would become hot after dreaming these few times!

Thinking of this in his heart, Ming Ran hurriedly put on his underwear and jacket, and hurried out.

Ming Ran rode the morning dew all the way to the jade shop in Lincheng by car, found several hundred-year-old shops, and showed his white jade pendant to the shopkeepers.

"Mr. Xiao wants to estimate the price?"

Ming Ran shook his head, took out a pen and paper and wrote: "Please tell me about this jade pendant, what's so special about it?"

The store is an old Jianghu, held it in his hand for a few seconds and then slowly said: "Crystal and white, delicate and moist, it is a high-quality suet jade, and the carving is careful and exquisite. It looks like it was made by a top craftsman. It's a good baby."

Something that can be called a treasure by the shopkeeper must be of great value, which shows how much Xia Junshan loves Mingran.

Ming Ran felt a little sour in his heart, and asked again: "It is written in the book that the better the jade, the heavier the yin energy, it can hide the soul, and it can also become an elf, what do you think?"

The shopkeeper laughed: "Mr. Xiao, you have watched too many TV series. This is a jade shop, not a place for fortune-telling and divination."

Ming Ran also knew that the question he asked was too weird, so he smiled awkwardly, nodded to the shopkeeper, put on the jade pendant and left.

I wandered around several other jade shops, and the shopkeepers all said roughly the same thing.

A young guy looked at Ming Ran strangely, held back for a long time and said, "Brother, did you receive any stimulation? My aunt was stimulated and fell into a coma some time ago. After waking up, she started talking about gods and ghosts." , After a long period of treatment in the hospital, I gradually recovered..."

The young man was an atheist at first glance, and he enthusiastically persuaded him: "Brother, I'm not mocking you, you'd better go to the hospital, this kind of disease must be treated early!"

After hearing this, the young man's daughter-in-law put her fist on her husband's chest and glared at him: "What nonsense are you talking about, you are sick!"

The young daughter-in-law smiled apologetically at Ming Ran: "I'm sorry, little brother, my guy is outspoken and offended a lot of people by opening his mouth, don't mind, don't be angry!"

Ming Ran is not angry, good intentions or bad intentions, he can tell at a glance.It's just that the young man's words made his face tense, he doesn't really have a mental illness...

Ming Ran bid farewell to the young couple, left the jade shop in a hurry, and stopped at a psychological counseling room by car.

After the death of his mother Xia Yun, Ming Ran had faint symptoms of illness.At that time, his father, Ming Ruifeng, was busy taking care of his new wife, so he ignored him. It was his grandfather Xia Junshan who forced him to go to psychological counseling, chose a doctor in charge, and paid the fee.

But at that time, Ming Ran was very uncooperative, and made trouble a few times, but never went there again.

In the treatment room, the young doctor looked at Ming Ran with a smile on his face: "Long time no see, how are you doing recently?"

Ming Ran opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but felt a ball of cotton stuck in his throat.

He worked hard for a long time, and finally leaned back on the chair as if he had escaped, took out a pen and paper and wrote: "It's okay."

The doctor saw that there was something wrong with him, but he said calmly: "Relax, let's chat."

The two communicated for a while, and the doctor found that Ming Ran's condition was very serious, he frowned: "I need to contact your family."

Ming Ran shook his head and wrote: "I don't have any family anymore."

Ming Ruifeng knew about it a long time ago, but the measures he took were indifference, ignorance, and ignorance.

The doctor sighed helplessly, he was just an ordinary psychiatrist, he had no right or qualification to manage other people's family affairs.

He said: "Ming Ran, I seriously inform you that from now on, you must come for treatment every week. If you don't want to go out, please keep your phone open, I will communicate with you on the phone."

Ming Ran nodded.

The doctor's voice was calm and clear: "It's not that you can't speak, but deep down in your heart, you don't want to speak. You blame yourself for your grandfather's death. You think it's because you didn't find out in time that you let him Grandpa lost the best treatment time."

"You're punishing yourself."

"But Ming Ran, this incident is not your fault. No one can predict, we all don't know what will happen in the next second, this is just an accident!"

Ming Ran covered his head with one hand, with a pained expression, raised his other hand, signaling the doctor to stop talking.

The doctor shut up.

At the right time, stimulating the patient with the right language to wake him up is also part of his treatment.

"Okay, next, tell me about your dream."

The doctor smiled: "What kind of dream is it that gave you the idea to come here to consult me?"