[Quick Transmigration] Anyway, the protagonist is quite cold

Sarcasm and violent emotions rubbed against his skin, and Jiang Huaixin suddenly realized that he was no longer a cat.

The moment he felt his emotions, anxiety wrapped around Jiang Huaixin again.

With a well-behaved and pitiful smile, he pulled Chu Song's sleepy clothes, stretched out his arms around his shoulders and rubbed against him maliciously, and said in a slightly hoarse voice when he got up in the morning: "Isn't brother looking for me? I'm back, brother is not happy?"

Chu Songluo sat up, but took Jiang Huaixin into his arms, let him sit on his lap, bit his teeth lightly on his furry cat ears, and said in a low voice, "So it's you, my cat."

He sighed, and blew warm breath on Jiang Huaixin's ear: "So you are here... You really lied to me."

Jiang Huaixin couldn't see his expression, but his ears were itchy from his bite, and he was hot and painful. He wagged his tail and gently teased him back, sobbing pitifully: "Brother—I'm afraid..."

"—Is it because you are afraid here?"

His laughter was low, Jiang Huaixin's breathing was short and his voice was broken, but he did not forget to tease Chu Songluo.Hot emotions pressed against his skin, double intolerance and double joy made him groggy, his ears and tail were always incredibly sensitive, but he couldn't completely control himself.

***

"Look at you in the mirror."

Tail, ears, and his own body.Even without cleaning up, Jiang Huaixin was trapped in front of Chu Song and brought a black chocker that looked like an enlarged version of a cat chain.

"——my kitten..."

Chu Songluo gently bit his ear, kneading his red jade beads with his fingertips, there was a strange tenderness in his eyes.

"Do not lie to me."

Chu Songluo didn't care about the fact that my cat is Jiang Huaixin, but he confirmed his dominance almost abnormally.Chaotic emotions—pity, tenderness, violent, intertwined restlessly, touching the skin.

Why be afraid?

Jiang Huaixin suddenly understood——

After peeling off the emotional package, he probably finally understood Chu Songluo's mood at this moment.

Beneath the cold, suspicious, irritable, and exhausted, is the heart of a teenager who grew up in a chaotic, crowded and restless childhood, always insecure.

Drilling into the closet and seeing my mother being abused by the family, weeping, struggling, to no avail.

The ignorance of the eldest brother, the innocence of the second brother, and their quarrel with their father.

The pet dog he shot and killed with his own hands.

Sitting on the roof, hugging her knees, watching her mother leave with her younger sister.

Taking responsibility and giving, but every bit of warmth in return is suspicious to him, and he doesn't know when it will pass away quietly, or turn into a slap in the face.

The encounter between people who think they don't deserve "love" and people who don't know "love".

A person who is eager to give without knowing it, hesitates cautiously in front of another person's too easy attachment, not joy, but timidity, lest he will lose again.

Either staying away is better than seeing the end; or you can only gain a little sense of security with an absolutely strong attitude.

It turned out to be the case.

As long as it makes you feel warm.

So--

I will not run away.

"Brother, I don't want to watch..."

Jiang Huaixin turned around and wrapped his arms around his waist, drooped the cat's ears, and fondled his chest affectionately.

Chu Song smiled lowly.

"Don't be afraid, my dear boy. You've got to get used to it."

ahh-

Jiang Huaixin almost sighed.

The smell of skin, the smell of tobacco, the smell left in the night, and the feeling that completely belongs to my brother——

What my brother likes is "Jiang Huaixin".

But Jiang Huaixin was satisfied.

***

A satisfying world.

After making such a silent evaluation, Chu Songluo stood on the balcony and lit a cigarette. Thinking of the little cat sleeping in the house, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he lazily let out a puff of smoke while holding the cigarette in his mouth.

It's effortless and has enough nutritional supplements - kittens love the joy of frenzy and excitement, and they are active and delicious.The cat ears, tail, and neck chain that he sometimes appears are all fun weapons. Even walking the cat leash can make him lie on all fours on the ground and pretend to be a cat crawling around to lure Chu Songluo out of his mind.

Fun and enjoyable enough.

It was time to break his sweet dream.

***

There is nothing special in daily life.

It's nothing more than trivial matters of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, daily chats, today's record change, his facial features, and their joy.

Song Zhenzhen still likes her mother's surname, and has not changed it back to her original name.Chu Songluo's mother did not want to go back to Chu's residence, but she had enough funds to treat the injuries left over from the early years.Another year later, Song Zhenzhen married her senior brother who was two years older than her, and a lovely daughter was born a year later.

Another year and a half later, when Chu Songluo went abroad for a business meeting, the plane crashed and crashed into the seabed, and no one survived.

It is also an established fact to change dozens of sayings.

Chu Songluo died.

Not legendary, not exciting enough.Not even a heartwarming ending to a Christmas family movie.

It was just ordinary, a small accident, the curtain came to an end in this way.

All others can learn is this bland statement.

Yes, there is nothing special in daily life.For birth and death are very common.

Even crying about "suddenness" is as useless as complaining about "boring".

Jiang Huaixin already knew it very well.

This is what he has always considered "boring" everyday.

In particular, the old things have not changed, so they appear ordinary and cautious in daily life.

Black silk necklace.fireplace.matches.Half a pack of cigarettes.slippers.bookcase.I wrote a half-drawn notebook.The angle the shower is facing.The placement of EdG that is no longer used.bookmark.A set of plain white tableware.Wooden alarm clock.Desk lamp with crepe paper cover.balcony.

Click, click, click.

Turning clock.

boring.

Nail biting.

Count the number of books on the shelf.

Imitate his handwriting word by word.

Put on his slippers and pajamas.

Carefully place the shower head.

Draw the curtains at a set time.

Even sniff the sandbags in the gym.

Sometimes when I wake up from the bed, I suddenly feel that the smell in this room is the same as before.At this time, I can recall many vivid expressions and words, and then they were swept away in an instant.

Then the days return to be boring and impossibly long.

A lot of what he does isn't out of curiosity, just to make sure a lot of emotion doesn't drain quickly.Like fish entering the water, they suddenly scattered and left his hands.Jiang Huaixin, who was empty and empty, was pale and boring again.

Worried about Jiang Huaixin's state, Song Zhenzhen came back with her daughter. She carefully tried to choose words to ensure that she would not step into Jiang Huaixin's sensitive range.The one-and-a-half-year-old girl dragged him by the hem of his clothes and made him squat down, blowing into his left chest.

"Huh—huh—, Pain Feifei!"

Song Zhenzhen hugged her daughter nervously, Jiang Huaixin smiled softly and kindly: "Oh, how do you know that Uncle is heartbroken?"

"Mom!" The little girl shouted, immediately betrayed the adults, and then smiled sweetly without knowing why.

Song Zhenzhen smiled awkwardly, "Luoluo is not sensible..."

Jiang Huaixin shook his head: "It's okay—is her name Luoluo?"

Song Zhenzhen didn't know whether to say it or not, but Jiang Huaixin guessed it accurately, "It's his fall... Thank you."

Song Zhenzhen seemed to have a lot of associations, and hurriedly explained: "It's the generous Luoluo!"

When Luoluo was called by name, she raised her hand with a smile and shouted "Here!"

Song Zhenzhen put her on the ground and asked the servant to take her to play.

She knew that asking "how are you?" was too much for Jiang Huaixin, but she didn't know how to talk to him when Chu Songluo was not around.She thought for a long time before asking: "That! Wasn't there a cat here before? What's it called...? Oh yes, what about the puppet cat called 'Wu Zai'? I remember it was super cute .”

Before he had time to answer, emotions and memories swallowed his mind first.

what.

It was also here back then, in the entrance porch, the cat I was sitting on the ground, he and Song Zhenzhen were talking here.

"Uncle Uncle!"

The memory was interrupted, Luoluo ran all the way over, but she didn't say anything, just hugged his leg, raised her head and looked at him with a smile.

Jiang Huaixin squatted down and looked at her for a while. The inexplicable little girl blinked her big black grape eyes, thought for a while, smiled happily, said "Kiss!", and kissed her with soft lips. Kiss Jiang Huaixin on the cheek.

Jiang Huaixin hugged her, forced a smile and said, "No, it's a hug."

"Just hug for a while."

Song Zhenzhen almost thought he was crying - but when he got up, he still had the same gentle and restrained smile as before.He said: "The guest room is on the third floor. You can go to rest first, or go to the restaurant to eat. I suddenly remembered something."

After speaking, he went upstairs slowly.

He went all the way to the attic and closed the access door that led up to the attic.A Ragdoll cat appeared in the attic, opened the small window, and jumped out.

Jiang Huai believed in lying on the roof and looking at the starry sky.

How does he feel here?

Lights were on in the attic.Does he expect me to be waiting for him?

The garden and the gate were brightly lit by street lamps.Will mom come back with her sister?

All the voices in a huge house disappeared here.

Is he afraid of falling?

—He likes the sky so much.

When I realized it, I realized that my face was wet and cold.

Jiang Huaixin smiled a little bitterly.

What Jiang Huaixin loves is Chu Songluo who loves "Jiang Huaixin".

That's not very, very pure love.

With heavy deceit, malicious teasing, huge inferiority complex and uneasiness stained with almost frantic possessiveness, what can be obtained that disturbs reason and judgment is so-called pure love?

But that's really, really, really important love.

If day and night are reversed in an instant, the stars fall, and in summer there is blizzard and rain, people can turn into cats.

I will admit it.

I love you.

Goodbye.

The night wind whizzed by and the sky was drooping. He saw Chu Songluo standing beside him, leaning over and kissing his forehead.

He closed his eyes tiredly.

You are late.

By now, I'm really bored.

The world collapsed in an instant.

——My Generation is a Cat Chapter-End——

Volume IX: World Nine