Seven's secret

Murong Qing sat up from the bed in a cold sweat, a voice rang in his ears from nowhere, and it took him a long time to realize that it was his own heartbeat.

Murong Qing vaguely remembered that he returned to Murong's old house in his dream, it was still the dark and lifeless courtyard, he walked around in circles, but he couldn't find the gate no matter what.There was no scary picture in the dream, he didn't even dream of Murong He.But the despair that seems to be stuck in a quagmire, no matter how hard you struggle, is far greater than the most straightforward and bloody stimulation in the world.

Good thing that was just a dream.

Murong buried his face in his palm lightly, and let out a long breath.

It was still early before dawn, and everywhere was quiet, only the desk lamp on the bedside table was shining with a warm light.Murong Qing sleeps with a light on, this has always been a habit.There are street lights in the city, and there are lawn lights in the flower beds in the community. Even if the lights are not turned on at night, the room will not be completely dark, but it is still difficult for Murong Qing to overcome his habit of being afraid of the dark—especially when the door is closed. in the room.

Murong Qing knew that this was not just a simple living habit, it was probably due to some psychological reasons.He also knew that there were many psychological clinics in this city, and there was one near the pet hospital where Xiao Liu worked.But he couldn't imagine telling a stranger barbara about his secrets, the suffocating things he wished he'd never think about again.

He could only cover up himself more carefully, so as not to let the people around him notice his strangeness.Not all the books say that time can heal all wounds, maybe if you live like this day by day, everything will get better naturally—since he left Ping An Ji, his old problem of insomnia has improved significantly.

When Murong woke up lightly, it was difficult to fall asleep again, so he simply got up from the bed and strolled to the living room to sit.The living room is larger, and the windows of the living room and the balcony are open, which makes it feel more transparent than the small room.He is used to living in big houses in the mountains, and the pigeon cage-like buildings in the city really make him feel breathless.

The cats and cats were full and went somewhere to play, and the balcony was empty.Murong Qing could smell the faint smell of disinfectant in the air, Murong Lu should have cleaned it before going to bed - this is one of the reasons why Murong Qing doesn't like stray cats coming into the house, whether it's picking up cats or picking up cats Wherever you've been, it's a waste of energy.

Murong Qing fetched himself a glass of water, lazily nestled on the sofa, lost in thought.

The summer is coming to an end, and the nights are not so hot and uncomfortable, but he is still not used to it.The sky here is bright even at night, and it is slightly grayish white reflected by street lamps, lawn lamps, and various lights, unlike the night in the mountains, which is always a kind of clear dark blue.Moreover, it is very noisy here, and there are always various voices in the dead of night. This strange city is like a huge monster, lurking in the night and panting continuously.

This is really a difficult proposition to make a choice.A place with a lot of people will give people a sense of security, but at the same time lose the real tranquility.

Maybe he still needs a long, long time to be able to really adapt here.

A faint sound came from the balcony, and Murong Qing saw a group of black shadows nimbly climbing up to the window of the balcony, and then peeked inside the half-opened window.The two light yellow bright spots in the night carried a mysterious and indistinguishable evil spirit for no reason.

It's a black cat.

The black cat found Murong Qing who was sitting in the living room almost immediately, and froze by the window vigilantly maintaining a posture that could escape at any time.

He doesn't move, and neither does it.

Murong Qing felt that this should be an old cat.He looks very experienced and very patient.It was such a black cat that he met on the cliff back then, even the color of the eyes was exactly the same.

Murong Qing's heart softened inexplicably.

"come in."

The black cat hesitated for a moment, then jumped in cautiously, and walked a few steps slowly next to the balcony glass.Its gait seems to be leisurely, but its tail is raised, and a pair of pale yellow cat's eyes are always on Murong Qing's body.Murong Qing suddenly felt that this little thing was quite similar to him, even if he was secretly afraid and nervous, he still had to put on a calm appearance on the outside.

I don't know if I can fool others.Murong lightly thought to himself mockingly, but he was used to pretending, and he didn't know where to start if he wanted to change it.

Murong Qing remembered that there seemed to be some fish and rice mixed with Murong Lu for dinner, so she got up and went to the kitchen to look through it.Sure enough, half a bowl was found in the refrigerator.

After heating it in the microwave, the aroma of the fish immediately came out.

The black cat didn't dare to go in, but stood on the balcony and looked in cautiously.Murong Qing stared at its movements from the corner of his eyes, and thought to himself, would you still pretend?

The black cat was pacing back and forth on the balcony, not as calm as before.Seeing Murong Qing coming over with a small bowl, he flicked his tail twice and let out two snoring sounds from his throat, but he didn't know what it meant.Murong lightly put the fish and meat rice into the empty cat bowl on the balcony, and took a step back to look at it.The black cat looked at the bowl of rice and then at him, licked its mouth and sat still.

Murong sighed lightly, "This is made by my brother, it should taste pretty good. Try it."

The black cat tentatively took two steps towards the cat bowl, saw that he was still standing aside, then stopped again.

Do you want to be so hypocritical, Murong Qing muttered dissatisfiedly, and went back to the kitchen with his rice bowl.When he came out after washing the bowl and spoon, he found that the cat bowl was clean, not even a grain of rice left.The black cat was still grabbing the job bowl and licking it back and forth.

Murong asked it lightly, "Are you full?"

The black cat hesitated for a moment, then meowed softly, "Is there any food left?"

There was no food, but there was still the canned cat food that Murong Lu brought back under the coffee table.Murong lightly estimated the capacity of the cat's stomach, opened a can and put it on the balcony, "That's all, if you eat too much at one time, your stomach should have something wrong."

The black cat blinked, as if wondering why he said that.

Murong Qing thought that it was still worried about being too close to it, so it took two steps back, hugging the cushion and nestling back on the sofa.The sound of the cat eating is very soft. Occasionally, when the can box is touched by itself, it will jump back in fright, and it will go over to continue eating until it is sure that there is nothing wrong.Murong Qing guessed that this cat must have been bullied a lot outside, and he ate so carefully, as if he was always on guard against any emergencies around him while eating.

It's really like myself.Murong lightly relaxed his body, and lay lazily on the sofa, lost in thought.The door of the bedroom was still open, the light from the desk lamp was blurred into a blurred orange in the night, and the soft rustling sound of the black cat was next to his ears. It was quieter before.

Murong Qing felt that his eyelids were heavy and seemed to be drowsy again.

Probably because of something on his mind, Murong did not sleep lightly, and his whole body seemed to have fallen into a state of light sleep.He even knew that the black cat had wandered over to the sofa and looked at him before he left.He turned over and over in his mind about opening his own shop, and the more he thought about it, the more he had no choice, as if he had entered a dead end.

In addition to the card that Murong He left him before his death, he also had a sum of money he had saved with his master He Mao over the years, which was enough to start a business in Binhai City.But his ostensible identity is just an adopted son of the Murong family who is not valued, no matter how he calculates, it seems that he shouldn't have such a wealth.If the members of Murong's family have doubts about their source of income, how should he explain it?The current head of Murong's family is in Binhai, if he also came to find him, how would he deal with it?Murong Qing wished to hide from them as far away as possible, and it would be best not to meet each other for the rest of his life.Then just live your life in peace.

He didn't want to attract the attention of these people at all.

After thinking about it, until he heard Murong Lu get up, he had a vague idea: Although he can't open the shop now, he can start his own workshop first.Find a suitable place in the suburbs, build a workshop and kiln, or hire two more assistants.It doesn't matter if you don't make money, isn't it great to be able to do something you like as you like?

Just take a long vacation for yourself.