[Quick Transmigration] Anyway, the protagonist is quite cold

Chasing an idol, it seems that the biggest difficulty does not lie in financial resources. Having no money to buy albums and merchandise seems to be something that can be tolerated by gritting one's teeth; if you are harsh on yourself, you can always squeeze out some food.

But it is too difficult to bear the feeling of "like him".

Love has a tendency to possess.

But only under this kind of relationship, you have to stand in a suitable place among a large crowd of people sensibly.

In the original book, Lu Yuancang and Lu Wanwan grew up together, became mature together, just right smooth and powerful; but after Chu Songluo broke the balance of the original relationship between the two of them, Lu Wanwan's heart fluttered, and Lu Yuancang But in an instant, the body that was still capable of self-comfort, self-protection, and self-restraint was smashed to pieces.

If he has never been disrupted by his various behaviors that do not follow common sense, Lu Yuancang will always be a loyal fan, enduring the desire in his emotional nature and playing a cheering background role.

— But man is a greedy animal.

A taste of sensuality, sweetness and bitterness can only find the most stereotyped adjectives.

But Lu Wanwan's liking and Chu Songluo's gentle treatment of her made him quickly regain his reason and extinguish his fire.

Lu Wanwan and Lu Yuancang secretly misunderstood that they were the ones who were abandoned, but out of the sake of their childhood sweethearts, they were unwilling to inquire and expose them, acting like nothing had happened for so many years.

So how does Chu Songluo rationalize his abnormal behavior?

—Because he was a sick man.

Taking his injuries as a matter of course for this Chu Songluo's "sustainable illness", the young man from a superior family background is precocious, physically weak, and misunderstood human relationships prematurely, but no one is around to correct him.

"Chu Songluo" is a setting of Lu Yuancang who hates desire and emotion, and therefore hates what made him have such emotion.

Lu Yuancang had clearly handed over the sharp blade to kill him to Chu Songluo, but he was afraid of mending the shell of self-defense.

——Next, just let him know that he is special to Chu Songluo, and he will have great courage to run out and throw himself into the sharp blade.

At 04:30 in the morning, the morning light has faintly come in from the window, as bright as a transparent solid like jelly, and you can see things vaguely.

This is the usual time to get up and exercise, Lu Yuancang should have already woken up.But he moved his eyes slightly, and vaguely saw the figure of Chu Songluo standing in front of the window.

In the blink of an eye, the figure gradually became clear.

The slender shadow is half backlit and half submerged in darkness.The light somewhat erased the sharpness of his outline, making him look a bit fragile and soft.There should be a cigarette in his finger, but the cigarette butt has accumulated for a long time, and the red flame is very small, but it seems to burn that silhouette into ashes.

The fire was extinguished on the window sill, Chu Songluo walked over, Lu Yuancang immediately fell asleep.

Chu Songluo saw that his eyes obviously moved, but pretended not to notice, and traced his eyebrows and eyes very carefully.

As if hesitating again and again, his hand raised and lowered, but finally stretched out tentatively, trembling slightly, to touch his lips.

Lu Yuancang seemed to be frightened by his movements, and his body stiffened slightly, but maybe it was his small, slight, gentle, uncertain trembling that made him puzzled, and he endured his exploration without moving.

The wings of the nose are a bit fleshy, but the bridge of the nose is well-shaped.

Long but sparse lashes.

His fingertips traced his browbones and slid over his ears.

Then trembling, touched his collarbone, neck.

The hand left.

But the very faint smell of tobacco still lingered like a warmth, Lu Yuancang vaguely felt that Chu Songluo hadn't left.After a while, he suddenly heard a suppressed sigh.

About 10 minutes after the sound of the door opening and closing, Lu Yuancang sat up and found that he was neatly dressed and cleaned well.He turned on the light and walked into the living room. There were empty cigarette cases, beer cans, and bottles of miscellaneous medicines on the coffee table.

There is a book under the medicine bottle that seems to have been soaked in water, and it has become crumpled.

Out of curiosity, Lu Yuancang picked it up and took a look——

"Episode 11", number 001.

As soon as it was opened, it automatically ran to the middle page, which was obviously the page that the owner often looked at.

There are only two lines on page [-], and the color of the highlighter is still very bright.

"I have been tortured by desires for a long time, so I hate the source of desires-but human beings, don't your evil thoughts lie in yourself?"

The informant Twelve brainwashed his disciples with eloquence.

——"Love is mutual torture."

Love is mutual torture.

He was in a daze wondering why Chu Songluo wanted to keep the script, but suddenly he heard the sound of the door lock turning, and hurriedly put the script back, but in a hurry, he knocked out a bottle of medicine that was on the table. go down.The brown liquid trickled out slowly, and Chu Songluo had already walked in front of him.

The script was prepared and placed here on purpose; Lu Yuancang really went to read it, Chu Songluo was a little complacent, and took advantage of the opportunity to change this smile into a self-deprecating, bland one.

Lu Yuancang hurriedly went to pick up the medicine bottle, but Chu Songluo raised the corners of his lips in a ridiculous way, and said coldly: "No need, I can't finish this medicine, it's okay if I spill it."

Saying this, he suddenly arched his body and coughed violently.

Lu Yuancang was at a loss, and when he finally stopped, he said, "Since you're sick...why do you still smoke and drink?"

Chu Songluo said: "I told you yesterday that this is the place to die."

Lu Yuancang was speechless, and naturally heard the voice-over - since you are going to die, what's the use of avoiding smoking and drinking?Thinking of his last sentence again, the feeling of anxiety and uneasiness came very slowly——

Chu Songluo...is it serious enough to leave soon?

Chu Songluo didn't let him think anymore, frowned slightly, hesitated for a while but still held Lu Yuancang—it was just his wrist, and led him out without saying anything.

Before Lu Yuancang had time to change his shoes, he came out kicking a pair of slippers, followed him for a long distance away from the gate, and Chu Songluo slowed down.

There is a small forest in front of you, and the path meanders in. The bushes on both sides are low, and there is a wonderful feeling when walking.About tens of meters away, a small tan suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. There were stones beside the tan, and moss grew on the stones.

There was a damp smell in the air, Chu Songluo finally let go of Lu Yuancang's hand, but remained silent.

"What are you doing here?"

When he asked, Chu Songluo glanced at him lightly, and asked without answering, "Are you afraid of ghosts in the deep mountains?"

These words are not like his usual style, but he has always said and acted suddenly to Lu Yuancang, so Lu Yuancang was stunned for a moment, "Huh?" Then he shook his head, "I think there should be...no ghosts, right? ?”

Chu Songluo smiled lightly, and said, "You might as well search here next year, maybe you can find me."

"--Next year?" Lu Yuancang subconsciously felt that his attitude was wrong, but felt that he shouldn't say those optimistic words-as if those words were an insult to him.

"In the coming year." Chu Songluo's eyes fell on the moss, "summer is the best, but in autumn, the mountains will get warmer, and it won't be so beautiful here."

Lu Yuancang didn't know what to say, so he looked at Moss silently.After a while, he heard Chu Songluo call him again: "Lu Yuancang?"

"I'm here, teacher."

"You should like me very much."

The morning light finally began to shine brightly, and the light from the sparkling pool water was also mottled.Chu Songluo finally looked back at him, there was a gentle sadness in his eyes that was so heavy that he was about to collapse.

The beating feeling of the heart became obvious, Lu Yuancang took two steps forward, and suddenly hugged him.

"I am, teacher."

The man rested his chin on his shoulder, unable to see his expression clearly.

"But I hate you."

He hugged Lu Yuancang back, and the smell of tobacco surrounded his nostrils.

"……Thank you."

Thank you for being willing to love a person with a bad personality so sincerely.

Thank you for having the courage to go find a dying bastard.

Watching together through the screen grows silently.

He got the host position for the first time, you cheered, you passed the exam No. 1, and you can eat a fried chicken meal.

He sang a song for the first time. You pretended to be good and got a lot of lucky money. Holding the ceramic piglet you had hidden for a long time, you sneaked to the earliest audio-visual product store in the town.

He chose to quit the trainee, and you experienced the parting of graduation for the first time.

He changed companies, and you found new friends.

It was the first time he was rumored to have an affair, and it was the first time you received a love letter from the girl next door.

He retired, but you officially stepped onto the shining stage.

For the first time he has someone he loves.

You have someone you love for the first time.

Repressed, backed down, forbear to say nothing.

Love is mutual torture.

Should we be glad that the journey we walked together is over before we have time to fall in love?

Lu Yuancang got on the bus on the way home, and saw through the window behind the black iron gate covered with green vines, Chu Songluo stood alone with an indifferent expression and a thin figure.

It's all his choice.

And you, as a fan, can only watch silently, bless silently, and sing harmony silently.

Now, the pantomime is over.

**

Summer is finally here.

cicadas sing.heavy rain.A green that is so green that it wants to flow.

The texture of the air after the heavy rain is more real, Lu Yuancang jumped off the bus.The gatekeeper still checked the phone for a long time, but Lu Yuancang didn't need to worry anymore.

Go straight until you come to a place where there are no buildings, and there is a small forest.

Near the south is a small path that is not so easy to find. Stepping on the soft soil, about tens of meters, you can see a deep green and quiet Tan, with stones beside the Tan and moss on the stones.

There is also a very new tombstone.

Lu Yuancang put down his backpack, took out the cigarettes and wine one by one, sat cross-legged on the ground, opened a can of beer by himself, thought for a long time, but didn't know what to say.

He drank his beer in a muffled voice and tried smoking.

The smell of smoke made him cough violently, and rational tears appeared in his eyes.

Breathing finally calmed down.

It was getting dark, and the humming of cicadas stopped.

Lu Yuancang leaned against the tree, and when it was completely dark, he remained motionless.

The stars twinkle and twinkle.

Lu Yuancang stood up, his legs a little numb, and walked slowly to the tombstone.

He smiled slightly and said, "Teacher."

"—there's no such thing as ghosts. I know."

——Male God Chapter-End——

Volume Five: World Five (Don't read this world if it is interrupted)