I was ridiculed by my playmates when I was a child.,When I grew up, I was ridiculed by my classmates.,When I became an adult, I was pointed at by the neighbors around me.。

Although Tang Mian was always silent, the original owner knew that Tang Mian listened to the words of these people without dropping.

These ridicules, ridicules, and discussions were like a grain of glass slag, spilling into his already sensitive and fragile heart.

Some of the glass shards pierced deep into his heart, piercing holes with blood, and some rubbed and slid on his heart, drawing bloody wounds.

In the corner where no one saw, Tang Mian would hide and cry secretly.

But even crying is silent.

Silent tears. The face was sobbing, but it was always silent.

Tang Lu's world is like a silent film in black and white.

In his world, everything is gray, cold, and silent.

If there's one thing that can add a little light to his world, it's the little blue cat Treasure Pimple.

This little blue cat, who has been pampered by her mother since she was a child, is a little older and is protected by her brothers and sisters, and has never experienced any hardships, but unexpectedly became the only creature that can approach Tang Mu's black and white world.

The appearance of the little blue cat added a touch of color to Tang Xuan's world and added a touch of sound.

Its meowing sound, its coquettish appearance on its small belly, fell in Tang Mian's eyes, and it would evoke a slight arc on his lips.

Although that smile was still silent, it was already extremely rare for Tang Mian.

At least that's how he reacts to something other than himself.

Because of the company of the little blue cat, Tang Mian's situation of closing himself gradually became less.

He rarely sits alone all day, without eating or drinking.

On the contrary, he would often sit by the window with the pimple in his arms, patiently combing it, cleaning its body, and taking care of its life.

Occasionally, when the little blue cat was sleeping in the cat nest, Tang Mian would prop up the drawing board and quietly record this cute scene with a paintbrush.

When God closes a door, he always opens a window.

Although Tang Lu is self-contained, he has a very high talent for painting.

His lines are smooth and natural, his colors are bright and bright, and his little blue cat is flexible.

Just when Tang Xuan's world became more and more colorful, and everything was developing in a good direction, an accident broke all these beauty.

The body of the little blue cat was forcibly occupied by a soul from another world.

Honeysuckle Demon from the ancient era of Xiuzhen.

The strength of this soul is obviously much higher than the soul strength of the little blue cat itself, so its presence naturally occupies the control of this body.

The soul of the little blue cat was pitifully squeezed into the corner, and it could only watch the honeysuckle demon control its body, desperate but powerless in its heart.

In the last life, the honeysuckle demon failed to cross the tribulation, so the body was destroyed by the eighth thunder tribulation, and only the soul was left to wander in the world, with no fixed residence.

By chance, the soul of the honeysuckle demon burrowed into the cracked gap between time and space.

So, he came to this world, and accidentally entered the body of the little blue cat, although because of the previous damage, the honeysuckle demon failed to completely drive the soul of the little blue cat out of the body, but he also gained absolute control of this body.