[Quick Transmigration] Anyway, the protagonist is quite cold

Everyone said that if the amorous prodigal son suddenly becomes polite, then he has probably met the true love of his life and is about to be enlightened.

Chu Songluo indeed once treated Lu Feiguang like this.

The unparalleled romantic person in the world suddenly has a sweetheart, and Yingying and Yanyan all step aside.

Everyone said that Chu Songluo had finally opened up and wanted the prodigal son to turn back.This is the uniqueness that many girls have dreamed of. His affection is really enviable.

But now this hot girl in a black dress with hips and off-the-shoulder smiled and told Lu Feiguang, "Don't be delusional. If you miss the opportunity, he will no longer be yours."

Lu Fei's face was calm and he said nothing.Chu Songluo ordered a glass of wine for him, then left him on the edge of the bar and sneaked into the arena to play by himself.Tonight this girl was the third one to protest him on the pretext of fetching wine.

This girl is smarter than others.

"Why are you sulking?" she said, "Can't you see how Chu Songluo can be a qualified boyfriend, a perfect husband?"

She held two glasses of wine in her hand - one of which was obviously for Chu Song.She smiled sweetly and said, "He's so handsome, generous and rich. It's the most suitable way to make a bed. Even if he can become a qualified lover, he will deliberately avoid that route."

Chu Songluo hugged a girl whose name she couldn't remember by the fountain in the hall, laughing with others.

His eyes were too much for a jerk.Those eyes always looked bright, kind, and sincere.His brown eyes are like caramel coffee filled with mist, as long as he looks at you - no matter who it is, he will instantly forget his many bad deeds.

The girl with the wine came over, Chu Songluo leaned over with a playful smile and nonchalantly, took the glass but didn't drink, waited for the girl to hide her embarrassment from being stared at by him and took a sip before she had a good time to go up to her Share wine with her in sweet kisses.

No one thought he was doing it wrong.

He is Chu Songluo.

He was born the son of a rich man with a golden spoon in his mouth, and he is the most worthy of the word "genius" in all ages.He is bright, innocent, and easily burnt out.What's more, that kind of unique personality charm-women regard him as a heartbreaking child, and men-he who should be the public enemy of men is also a sincere and interesting friend for men.His melancholy, his rambunctiousness, his smile, and his every move are the focus of the public—nobody wants to pamper him.

The special person for him is probably Lu Feiguang.

Lu Feiguang is a man - it doesn't matter, it is common for Chu Songluo to do outrageous things.Lu Feiguang is naturally good-looking, but he is like a mobile document processor, with a kind of mechanical coldness.This is not the kind of abstinence that is often seen in film and television dramas, which makes little girls scream handsome, charming and cold, but pure, heartless and desireless - the most important thing is extremely boring cold.

Chu Songluo likes Lu Feiguang, which is the best footnote to the word incredible.

But sure enough, it is unbelievable that it will always be a flash in the pan, and Chu Songluo soon turned into the familiar Chu Songluo, spending time, drinking, and singing every night.

So when Lu Feiguang walked through the crowd with a cold face to find Chu Songluo who was kissing that girl, everyone snickered and laughed at him kindly: Look, the great Chu Songluo has captured another prey--

But when Chu Songluo saw Lu Feiguang coming, he was obviously a little flustered—only a little.He put down his wine glass, hugged Lu Feiguang's waist lazily, pressed his chin on his shoulder, and called him affectionately: "Feiguang!"

Lu Feiguang said: "I'm bored. I need to go out."

Chu Songluo agreed, "Yes, yes, I also need some fresh air, and I also need you to be with me."

There is no one on the viewing balcony of the high tower, and through a floor-to-ceiling glass door, the feasting lights in the hall are closed.The night sky is silent, but just take a look downstairs, there are carnival people in the neon lights of the bustling city, and all kinds of ecstasy in the world.

This is natural and common, but Chu Songluo always has a kind of childlike curiosity. He is very interested in every joy and parting, but he always gets bored very quickly.He is not a prodigal son among thousands of flowers, he is just ordinary amorous.He loves everyone who wants him to fall in love with him, but he gets bored very quickly.But no one would blame him—everyone he loved could see into his harmless and clean heart, and subconsciously felt that it was their responsibility to protect him and forgive him.What's even more frightening is that for the next person he loves, he is always as sincere and serious as he is for the first love.

Yes, Chu Songluo fell in love with Lu Feiguang because Lu Feiguang wanted him to love him.

This lovely wise man has the soul of a clean teenage boy.

Lu Feiguang said, "You said you liked me."

Based on his personality, it is not surprising to say such a thing.He originally thought that Chu Songluo was a scumbag, and he should inevitably fall into the cliché of the person he loves who is always pure and clean.Lu Feiguang set himself up as the most unique and pure—he is like an inorganic existence, he is incomprehensible to all emotions, and used to guide Chu Songluo to teach him all these.

But Chu Songluo was an accident.It’s just that it’s impossible to change the setting now. Lu Feiguang pursed his lips, as if reading from an encyclopedia: “Love, specifically refers to the psychological orientation of caring and being close to others for the purpose of living together. Love is a strong liking, liking to the point of thinking Possession. In people's relationships, love manifests itself as a sense of dependence and belonging and need."

Chu Songluo leaned on the railing, looked at him sideways, listened to his speech, then sneered and asked himself an answer.

"Do I love you? I love you. Love is indeed exclusive."

Lu Feiguang said, "Then you shouldn't associate with those women."

"Is there anything wrong with them?"

"They—they're not honest enough." Lu Feiguang said, "Don't people value honesty very much?"

Chu Songluo nodded, "Indeed, there is a girl whose breast pads are not honest, but she is really cute." Lu Feiguang didn't respond to him, Chu Songluo sighed, "It's my fault, I shouldn't ask such questions —I know, I know, if I love you, I shouldn't be so close to them."

He suddenly looked at the night scene, then stared at Lu Feiguang's eyes, called his name, and sighed: "Feiguang——"

He turned and barged into the party venue, and the jazz band was thrown into disarray by his sudden rush.Chu Songluo hastily kissed the black female musician who was chanting softly, took over her microphone, and said loudly: "Flying light, I advise you to have a glass of wine!"

Everyone was in an uproar, but they all calmed down strangely and listened to what he was going to do.

Lu Feiguang came out from the balcony and looked at Chu Songluo on the stage.The bartender handed him a glass of wine, smiled slightly, "Persuade me a glass of wine."

Lu Feiguang took the wine.Standing on the stage, Chu Songluo was very happy to see him coming, but he was obviously a little drunk, and his expression was a little arrogant.

"I don't know how high the blue sky is and how thick the yellow earth is. I only see the moon is cold and the sun is warm, and it comes to fry people's lives. ... I will cut off the dragon's feet and chew the dragon's meat, so that it will never return to the court and never lie down at night! ..."

He jumped down from the stage again, took Lu Feiguang into his arms, and said one after another, "Fei Guang, Fei Guang..."

The bartender laughed at him jokingly, "When did you start, like reciting poems?"

Chu Songluo breathed out through his nose, "I don't understand, it's just that his name is in the poem."

Chu Songluo smiled and asked Lu Feiguang again, "Am I handsome just now?"

Lu Feiguang didn't seem to understand the meaning of this behavior, so he remained silent.

The crowd returned to the noise at some point, and Chu Songluo took Lu Feiguang back to the balcony.Lu Fei just didn't speak, and he was silent for a while.In the silence, Chu Songluo suddenly said: "Fei Guang, you see I do love you, but I don't want to love you."

He raised his head, the water in his eyes was like an illusion brought by the light.

"I love you too hard, Feiguang. Once I love you seriously, I'm clumsy, timid, and not funny enough. Of course I love you, and I want to kiss your eyes, your nose, your lips, and the two pointed horns on the top of your head. But only Chu Songluo can have your love—"

Lu Feiguang interrupted him. "Where did the horns come from on my head?"

Chu Songluo smiled and continued: "Only Chu Songluo can have your love. If I love you, Chu Songluo will die."

Lu Feiguang sighed.

He understood that at this moment, he could no longer pretend to be that Lu Feiguang.

——Chu Songluo is really smart. He understands that what he fell in love with is not the disguised Lu Feiguang, but the real Lu Feiguang including the disguise and the disguise. He also understands that once he falls in love with Lu Feiguang, he will lose everything.

"You shouldn't have said it."

Lu Fei's face was calm, "I've always disliked the brutal approach of killing people, but the bad thing now is that if I stay any longer, I'm afraid I'll be the one to die."

The time of the world seems to have stopped for a moment, only Lu Feiguang and Chu Songluo are still looking at each other and breathing.

Chu Songluo felt that the air was getting thinner and thinner, and he was gradually plundered by an inexplicable force, as if he was powerless to resist his heartbeat.He asked, "Where will you go when I die?"

Lu Feiguang now answered him very gently and patiently.

"I have a long journey ahead - I don't even know where it leads me."

Chu Songluo was silent for a while, then asked him: "Will you be very tired?...will be very lonely."

Lu Feiguang froze.

Lu Fei said hoarsely: "You don't talk anymore, I want to see you for a while."

Obviously, I can be strong and invincible by myself, but when someone asks me, I can't help but want to cry and confide.

Solitude is the strongest armor.

He had to hold on to slowly enjoy this bit of tenderness, and not kill him in a panic and run away.

Chu Songluo raised his head with difficulty and looked at him.

"Let me do it for you, Fei Guang."

From then on, you go to sleep forever, and I will start to suffer for you.

Carry your skin on your back.

Bear the spell you gave me.

This road is too long. As I walk, I may lose your name, pour all my grievances on you, change your appearance in my memory at will, and turn you into a villain. Only then can I barely maintain my sanity and move on .

But you have to believe, I really do.

Love you.

Feiguang Feiguang, persuade you a glass of wine.

***

Chu Songluo walked away for a long time.

Gradually, I no longer miss Lu Feiguang, and gradually cannot recall the details of his speech.At first, he was amazed by all kinds of time and space travel, there is the soul of a blind boy living in the strong wind, there is the last lonely black dragon in the scorching magma hell, there is an endless sea, hidden dangers everywhere, and the whole world. Crystal clear as a planet made of glass, even flowers and birds are transparent - but cannibalism.

But so tired.

First of all, we must learn not to waste feelings.Compassion, pity, and anger are all honed into superb acting skills in the crisis of life and death.

Secondly, we must learn to enjoy ourselves, so that we can have some comfort to spend our days.

He can gradually understand the source of the rules of the world.The law of time and life blended into his life, his blood gradually cooled, and his eyes gradually became colder.Treat yourself like a machine, cleanly cut off unnecessary organs, emotions, and memories.Leave behind pale bones, and the best motivation to continue moving forward.

One day, he suddenly recalled the first time, what was it like?

... forgot.

I just remember who gave me this skin, gave me many restrictions, pushed me to devour my own world, and said softly, goodbye, Chu Songluo.

He must hate me.

This bastard.

I hate him.

The story is compiled, and from today onwards, I am the person who came out of this story.