[Quick Transmigration] Anyway, the protagonist is quite cold

Today's recording work was completed, and he walked out of the recording studio to cheer up and shake hands with fans. Lu Yuancang put all the received letters into his backpack and carried them on his back. He unlocked his phone while walking towards the subway station.

Like the usual process, the first thing is to refresh Chu Songluo's forum.

Retired for five years, no news.At first there were tabloids covering his private life, but then he really disappeared into the sea of ​​people.Many people in the forum have already been cheated. The latest post was four days ago, and he wanted to resell a CD of his reading aloud.

Lu Wanwan updated her status, "Thank you for your support, I had a great time today~", the accompanying picture is the fan meeting of the latest popular animation, she laughed on the stage, very happy and very beautiful , Likes and retweets are all [-] to [-].

Although after leaving school, the two gradually lost contact with each other, but they both had a tacit understanding. Some things were kept silent, and they could still laugh and chat when they met. She seemed to be developing very smoothly, Lu Yuancang couldn't help smiling, just in time to see Lu Wanwan's head flashing after a long absence.

Is it Wan Wan, not Wan Wan: Is it convenient?I'll find you later.

——Is there something wrong?

Lu Yuancang thought for a while, and finally replied, he pulled the strap of his backpack, and trotted to catch the subway.

The apartment has finally been changed from a cramped and dark underground rental apartment to a residence in an ordinary community, 3 minutes walk from the subway station, and the environment is also very good. In Zeng Jin's opinion, the rent may be able to save three months of sleep deprivation.After going up the stairs and turning a corner, I found that Lu Wanwan was already waiting at the door.

Lu Yuancang didn't know why he felt a little inexplicably embarrassed.

——This embarrassment is not that she is no longer friendly, nor is it that they are no longer friends.Lu Wanwan is still fine, but they don't have much in common anymore.

Lu Wanwan seems to be like this too.She smiled slightly, "Sorry, I'm a little early."

"Ah, it's okay, it's okay." Lu Yuancang opened the door and invited her in, or took peach juice from the refrigerator for her as usual, but Lu Wanwan said, "Is there any beer?"

Lu Yuancang paused, seemed to have quickly adapted to her changes, and said with a smile, "Of course."

The two sat down at the table, Lu Wanwan started to drink, but Lu Yuancang was inexplicably tormented, "Well, today...what's going on?"

Lu Wanwan smiled, "Hurry up to drive me away? It's nothing, that is, uh..." She waved her hand in the air, "Long time no see, I want to talk to you."

The two of them chatted trivially, and Lu Yuancang asked, "Oh, I forgot about it, are you hungry? Shall I cook you some noodles?"

I don't know where it hit her point of laughter, Lu Wanwan chuckled, "Okay, okay, then I'll trouble you."

Lu Yuancang was busy in the kitchen, while Lu Wanwan leaned on the kitchen door frame with a beer can to look at him, and suddenly asked, "How is he?"

"he?"

Lu Yuancang didn't remember who she was talking about for a moment, so he added salt to the boiling water and scattered the pasta in without asking.

"That...that's him." Lu Wanwan pinched the jar and added, "Chu Songluo, Teacher Chu."

Lu Yuancang stopped cutting vegetables.

"...Why do you ask me this?"

Lu Wanwan was surprised, and then smiled a little awkwardly and said, "I... I thought you were together, I couldn't contact him long ago."

Lu Yuancang also laughed, "I thought you were together too, you retired so suddenly."

The air fell silent again, and after a long while, Lu Wanwan suddenly said softly, "I don't know...how is he now."

Lu Yuancang said, "Well, I don't know what to do."

**

"Excuse me... can I contact Chu Songluo now?"

As if startled by Lu Yuancang's sudden question, the manager raised his eyebrows, "Why are you looking for me? Didn't he bring you into the industry?"

"—Teacher Chu just taught me—I have a friend, who is also his former friend, and I want to know his recent situation... So, um." Lu Yuancang laughed dryly, "I really don't know much... Aren't you also Teacher Chu's manager?"

"How can that uncle know anyone well?" The agent shook his head, "I don't know if his phone number will change, and I know one more phone number of his family than you do. I don't know if he changed it or not. .”

"Then... can you tell me, please? Who is it?"

"It belongs to his brother, it should be the eldest brother, here."

When I called to look for it, the other party seemed very surprised, and then sent him a text message to give him an address.Lu Yuancang checked the schedule, found a rest day and took a long-distance bus all morning to arrive, but he didn't expect the local people to read the address and tell him that he had to change another bus to get there.Maybe it’s really sparsely populated. This bus runs every two hours. Lu Yuancang was hungry. He went to a convenience store to buy a bento and squatted on the side of the road to eat it. His phone’s battery was only 20.00%[-] before waiting for the bus. car.

We wobbled around the mountain road and arrived at the terminal at [-]:[-] pm.Lu Yuancang saw an article of lush and dark green forests, ponds, well-planned gardens, and groups of clean and lovely small buildings. He couldn't help but check the address to make sure he had gone the right way.

The fence is covered with green vines, and it looks green. The gatekeeper is a standard guard. He is tall, thin, wears glasses, and has gray hair. He holds a newspaper in one hand, and leans on the frame of his glasses with the other and asks him, "Why are you here?" ?”

Lu Yuancang explained that he came to find Chu Songluo, and his brother had contacted here.

The uncle looked through the directory for a long time, found Chu Songluo, called for a long time but no one answered, put down the receiver and ignored Lu Yuancang.Lu Yuancang was put on hold for a while, very at a loss, and asked again: "Well, can I go in?"

"No." The uncle picked up the enamel water cup and took a sip of the very pale tea, "No permission, no entry!"

"However, the family members—"

"Only if I agree!" The uncle denied his permission, read the newspaper leisurely, and added kindly, "You have to contact me."

"—then I should at least know his number... right?"

The uncle reported a series of numbers to him, and Lu Yuancang began to make phone calls persistently. The mobile phone was connected to a mobile power supply, and he could fight for at least another five hours.After about 30 times no one answered, Lu Yuancang suddenly saw a person walking around with a bag in his hand inside the fence.

Chu Songluo.

The hair has turned black, and the person seems to be thinner, and the thinness of the cheeks can be clearly seen, like a pale shadow, like a character appearing in a mime, with few roles and no speech.

"Mr. Chu!" Lu Yuancang raised his voice and called him.

"Teacher Chu—! Chu Songluo——!"

The figure stopped and turned to look over.

As if a little surprised, Chu Songluo should have recognized it, and then walked towards the door.

Lu Yuancang couldn't help being a little happy, seeing him walking in front of him, but he was suddenly entangled in how to explain why he came suddenly.Unexpectedly, Chu Songluo handed the bag directly to him, "Hold it, follow me."

His hand suddenly sank, Lu Yuancang took it subconsciously, and then followed behind him silently for no reason. He secretly checked the contents—it turned out to be tobacco and alcohol? !

Chu Songluo seemed to have noticed his surprise, and said calmly: "Don't let others see, smoking and alcohol are prohibited here."

"Oh...oh!" Lu Yuancang was surprised, but obediently responded.

Walking with him all the way, finally arrived at the entrance of a small building, a string of clumsy and cute pottery bird wind chimes hung under the corridor, even though the pendant tails were written with a brush, Lu Yuancang recognized them instantly. Lu Wanwan, the owner of Ghost Painting Talisman.

Entering the door, most of the furniture in the house is made of wood, but it is still very simple. The two potted plants that should have been cute are listless and yellow.Chu Songluo pointed to the refrigerator, and Lu Yuancang automatically went over to put all the wine in and set it up, and also took out a box of expired cheese and threw it away.While blaming himself for being such a dog, he raised his hand again, motioning him to look at the remaining cigarettes, and asked hesitantly, "This... how to deal with it?"

Chu Songluo took the bag, directly opened a box and lit a cigarette with ease, sat on the sofa and stopped talking.

Lu Yuancang didn't know what to say, so he called him hesitantly, "...Teacher?"

"sit."

Chu Songluo spoke concisely, Lu Yuancang hummed and sat down opposite him.

As a result, Chu Songluo stopped talking after sitting down. Lu Yuancang felt that he had been looking at the floor for a century, so he plucked up the courage to find a topic, "That... Lu Wanwan, with, with me, I really want to know How are you doing recently... I'm coming..."

Chu Songluo didn't speak, but still smoked.The smoke was actually a bit choking, and Lu Yuancang felt uncomfortable, but strangely, he couldn't feel disgusted with him, so he secretly cleared his throat to relieve the discomfort, and called him: "That, teacher?"

Although there was still no answer, Lu Yuancang felt that he should be listening, so he asked, "What is this place?"

"Come here without knowing?"

Chu Songluo knocked on the cigarette butt, with a calm and indifferent expression, "Sanatorium, a lot of bastards with a lot of money came here to see the scenery and wait to die."

"Eh?"

Chu Songluo didn't wait for Lu Yuancang to ask again, but said, "Come here."

Lu Yuancang subconsciously said "Oh" before passing by, and sat next to him.

Chu Songluo asked him, "Can I smoke?"

Lu Yuancang shook his head, "Usually protect your throat—"

Before he finished speaking, he was suddenly kissed by him with a mouthful of choking smoke.There was also a strong smell of tobacco on the fingers pasted to his face.The other hand had already extinguished the cigarette, pushing his shoulder, with an air of irresistibility, predatoryly stopping his resistance.

Lu Yuancang was so choked that he almost coughed loudly, and also suffered from difficulty in breathing, his eyes were suddenly aroused with physiological tears, but Chu Songluo ignored him, entangled and grinded, and sucked his lips.

Lu Yuancang finally struggled to come over, pushed him away hard, was finally able to breathe, and frowned, "Teacher!"

Chu Songluo seemed to have just finished the kiss, pressing on his thigh, forcing Lu Yuancang to be fixed on the sofa and unable to move. He unbuttoned the two buttons of his shirt naturally, and there seemed to be a mocking smile in his eyes: "Why, you deliberately used someone else's excuse to come to me, isn't it for this?"

"—You were quite responsive just now." He looked at Lu Yuancang's body meaningfully, "Aren't you still the same as before, coming to ask me to satisfy your desire?"

He got down on the knees and whispered in his ear, full of malice.

"Isn't it the rougher my attitude is, the more pleasure you can get?"