"Why don't you call it a cicada?" the white cat suddenly changed his mind again.

"Nima, don't say you don't have a name"

"How can it be, boy, you underestimate the old man too much" The white cat suddenly seemed to have been stepped on by the tail, like a hedgehog with white hair standing on end, and he was as angry as he would beat you if you asked again.

When a person and a cat were staring at each other, a quiet woman pushed an old man with a kind face out of the room.

The white cat "meowed", and suddenly turned into a white shadow and rushed to the old man's lap, such a fast movement, so that Yiyun was stunned, and then he was overjoyed.

The old man was eighty years old, his short hair was covered with a layer of white frost, his big eyes had sunken deeply, the teeth in his mouth were about to be stripped off, and his weather-beaten face was full of wrinkles, as if recording his hardships in the past 80 years.

The old man in the wheelchair had an empty left sleeve, the blanket was wrapping the wheelchair from the abdomen down, and the white cat was curled up on her lap, "meowing" non-stop.

The old man trembled and stretched out his only remaining right hand from the blanket, which was crawling with earthworm-like veins, gently stroking the white cat.

"Old man, do you remember a white cat you saved decades ago?" Yiyun asked the old man with a look of hope.

"White cat?" The old man's eyes lit up when he heard the white cat: "How can you not remember, it saved my life." It's been decades, and I don't know if it will survive that difficult time."

"Great, it's really you!" Yiyun was suddenly ecstatic.

Obviously, the white cat is the most profound memory of the old man's life: "There was a famine everywhere during that turbulent time, and it fainted in front of my house with hunger!"

The old man seemed to be very excited, his blood was surging, and his face was flushed. Yiyun was suddenly shocked, and hurriedly asked the anxious woman to run back to the room to take the medicine and eat it, and then transported the vitality into the old man's body, and it didn't take long for Yiyun to tremble all over, and he was stunned before continuing to comb his body, until the old man slowly fell asleep, and the two of them and a cat breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry" Yiyun looked at the woman in front of him, and then at the white cat and stopped. Then he took out the river mussel Neidan and put it on the old man's forehead, and Neidan emitted a burst of white halo to wrap several of them

The village was full of ruins, and a white kitten walked among the broken walls, thin and tired, and finally fainted in front of a small grass hut with hunger.

A thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy gently picked it up, bathed it with pity on his face, and fed his own rations into the kitten's mouth little by little until the little white cat was healthy and recovered.

The little white cat's fur is very beautiful, and the boy likes to stroke its soft and smooth fur, I don't know what kind of feeling it is, it is very comfortable.

Every day, a man and a cat will go around looking for food to satisfy their stomachs, and wild vegetables and wild fruits are their staple food.

Once, when they had not found food for several days, the little boy lay dizzy with hunger in the grass hut. The little white cat went out to find food to feed the little boy, and every time it was covered with bruises, which made the boy love the white cat even more, and they survived in this way.

The famine became worse and worse, people were fishing and hunting, the fish in the river were extinct, and the wild beasts in the mountains were gone, so people began to slaughter livestock to fill their stomachs, and even after the livestock were killed, some people even sold their sons and daughters, and tragedy was staged every day. It wasn't until a hungry man gnawed his arm to the point that the boy began to hide with the little white cat, and only dared to come out at night in search of food.

During the night, the boy woke up hungry from his slumber and carried the little white cat out of the hiding hole, and after walking for a long time, a heavy rain fell in the sky, and they had to find a place with dense foliage to hide.

The sky was grey and tight, and the air was oppressive.

Just as the rain was raining and thunder and lightning, the boy faintly heard the sound of someone talking, and it was supposed to be that at this time, it was raining again, and there should be no one out looking for food, but the approaching footsteps and the occasional whining confirmed his suspicions.

Before the boy could escape, four men surrounded him.

The boy began to shiver, and could not tell if he was scared or doused by the torrential rain.

All four of them were adult men, and in the rain, their bodies were completely revealed, and they could even count the ribs on their bodies through their rain-soaked clothes, and they should have been hungry for a long time.

The four of them surrounded them, and they confronted each other like this, the boy's mouth was dry and he didn't dare to swallow and spit at it, and the four of them stared at the white cat in the boy's arms, with a green glow in their eyes. A few people didn't speak, but their naked eyes deeply expressed their desires.

Suddenly, one of them rushed towards the boy with a loud roar like a hungry wolf. The boy panicked and ran up the hill.

However, his small and thin body was no match for a strong adult, and in a short time he was surrounded halfway up the mountain, panting.

"Little rabbit cub, I'll let you run away" Several people stepped forward to punch and kick, scolding while beating, and only stopped when they were tired.

The boy curled up and knelt in the muddy water, but his thin body tightly protected the little white cat in his arms, with a resolute and unyielding face.

One of them pulled out a pig-killing knife from his back and made a few gestures in front of the boy, the threat in it was self-evident, the bright pig-killing knife was reflected by the lightning in the boy's eyes, and the cold and sharp knife light made the boy tremble.

The man with the knife lifted the boy up, stepped out from behind him, grabbed the boy's arm and pulled it back, trying to snatch the little white cat out of the boy's arms.

The boy struggled, but the big hand that firmly grasped his arm was as steady as Tarzan, and he tried in vain.

When the boy saw the few people who were about to come forward, he hurriedly threw the white cat in his arms out of the encirclement and shouted, "Xiaobai, run." Then he hugged the man with the knife, and his immature voice was so hoarse, but sharp as a knife.

The white cat landed lightly, and then turned its head to look at the boy, his eyes full of reluctant nostalgia.

When the four of them saw that the white cat was about to escape, they were willing to let the food in their mouths slip away, and hurriedly chased after it. The man with the knife was hugged by the boy's waist, and when he saw that it was difficult to break free, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he slashed with the knife.

"Smack!"

Blood splattered, and one of his left arms was slashed shoulder-high in the mud by a sharp blade, and the blood stained half of his body bright red and blinding.

The boy was unwilling to slowly fall into the muddy water, and the faint sound was muffled by the thunder that resounded through the world.

"Meow!" the little white cat roared as he saw the boy lying in the mud covered in blood, and then slowly grew in size until it was the size of a lion. The snow-white hair stood on end, as if the rain could not touch it, and the two green agate-like eyes turned red with anger and glowed with bloodthirsty glow. The most striking thing is its eight tails, which are scattered behind it like the emperor's guard of honor on his patrol.

The transformed white cat didn't wait for the four men to come to their senses, and rushed over and waved its claws, tearing them to pieces.

In front of the boy, the white cat almost forgot that he was a demon, a demon that should have been above many primates, and at this time it only felt very small.

After stopping the bleeding and treating the pale boy, the white cat gently carried the unconscious boy on his back and sent him to a crowded and starving city.

One day, when I am a great cultivator, I will come back and make up for everything I owe you

Seeing this in the story, Yiyun put away the river mussel Neidan, and an indescribable feeling rose in his heart, slightly sour.

The old man woke up slowly, and he had a dream, dreaming of the turbulent past, and remembering the little white cat who depended on each other

Yiyun explained to the old man softly, he lowered his eyes and stroked the little white cat on his lap, the familiar feeling made the old man silent, but the slightly trembling lips showed that his heart was not calm.

"Thank you for Sao Nian, put forward your wishes" The white cat's flat voice sounded in Yiyun's ears, and no one knew what it was thinking.

Yiyun looked at the old man, then at the woman, and smiled freely.

"My wish is that you can have nine tails. Yiyun's face was indifferent, but he scolded himself to death in his heart, pretending to be half a garlic, and the duck in his mouth flew again

The white cat was stunned, his eyes full of doubt, followed by an indescribable look of gratitude.

"Sao Nian, twenty years later, the old man will return this kindness to you. It leaned down and licked the old man's hand, which was warm.

This is the way to attain enlightenment.

In the past, people were selfishly thinking about themselves, thinking that the eight-tailed cat should fulfill any wish for them, and never considered the feelings of the eight-tailed cat, but each tail had to pay the eight-tailed cat decades of cultivation.

When people are favored by fate, they make wishes for themselves. For the pie that falls from the sky, people always take it for granted.

And spending one's own rare luck to fulfill the perfection of others may be the greatest generosity and the most sincere reward in the world

On the grape trellis in the yard, the crystalline grapes hang lazily, and the mottled shadows of the sunset lazily fall on the little white cat and the old man.

The wind blew, gently, softly, lifted its white fur, and every qiē around it seemed to have nothing to do with them, and unconsciously, the corners of the white cat's eyes began to moisten, and two thin and shallow liquids were crystal clear

It's crying

This scene was intoxicating and heartbreaking, Yiyun only felt that the tip of his nose was sour, and the corners of his eyes were moist unconsciously

In the long river of time, human life is short, there are so many helpless things in the world, the broken feelings of the white cat and the old man deeply touched Yiyun's soft heart, fermented a strong sense of nostalgia, and made Yiyun's heart blocked.

The night began its hazy again, the vague mountain faintly shimmered with sparse silver phosphorescence, and the night sky was a bright moon again, and the bright moonlight fell from the sky like a waterfall, sprinkling endless loneliness.

"People are strangers in a foreign land, and they miss their relatives every festive season. ”

Yiyun sighed, and when the festival came, he couldn't help but think about his thoughts, sobbing in his heart, and bursting into tears.

Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and cry