The pattern of this world is really small - the separation of siblings, brothers with disparate identities, and the grievances of wealthy families, in the final analysis, are all stories of short-term parents, love and hatred.

The protagonists are naturally Jiang Huaixin and Song Zhenzhen.

An independent and self-reliant girl and an adopted son who seems to be gentle and lonely but actually has a bad attitude meet unexpectedly. At first, it was just a relationship between the hypocritical young master and the maid who pretended to be a lady, but after being teased by Chu Songluo, who took him as a playmate, with a real gun and live ammunition, Jiang Huai's confidence was extremely bad, and he actually exposed his true face in front of Song Zhenzhen, and unfortunately became a cat that night, so he had to be taken care of by Song Zhenzhen. From then on, every time he turned into a cat, he would go to Song Zhenzhen. After a long time, Jiang Huaixin gradually fell in love with Song Zhenzhen - they encountered a lot of opposition, Song Zhenzhen was finally adopted back to the Chu family and renamed Chu Zhenzhen, and then experienced the amnesia of dog blood, and finally regained his memory Jiang Huaixin revealed his heart to Chu Zhenzhen - the hatred in the past is not as good as the love between you and me, and I am willing to support each other with you for the rest of my life.

However, although many of the stalks are old and bloody, the characters of this book are very novel. That's why it's so unusual...... Probably makes sense, right?

Chu Songluo's first step in destroying the original plot line was to revise his attitude towards Jiang Huaixin.

is different from the character in the original book??? , Chu Songluo is a well-polished form. Chu Songluo gave Jiang Huaixin care and protection, but always kept a sufficient distance. Everything has to be reasonable enough, and Chu Songluo also went to eavesdrop on Chu Han's plan to carve up the Jiang family with others for this reason - so in the face of Jiang Huaixin, who became his younger brother, he felt guilty enough, but he didn't know how to get close, so he always treated him coldly, but he couldn't ignore him.

For Jiang Huaixin's paranoid character, just a little sweetness is enough.

Like his plan for Chu Songluo, Chu Songluo adopted the same plan for him-

Maintain a passive appearance on the surface.

Jiang Huaixin is very immature in terms of personality. He is pathologically obsessed with the unusual world and has no interest in the banal daily life. He was bored all the time, so he was desperately looking for what was "interesting". As a unique existence that can make him feel rich emotions, Chu Songluo is like the only toy to him, so his feelings for Chu Songluo are not so much love as possessiveness out of hedonistic thoughts.

If you want something interesting, give him enough fun -

His gaze swept over the Ragdoll lying on the sofa, his face calm.

Give him the illusion of perfection.

Then crush his naivety with memeality.

***

In the cat's body, Jiang Huaixin found that he was tired very quickly, but after lying on the soft sofa cushion for a short while, he couldn't hold up his heavy eyelids.

He felt himself rubbing his head.

Sure enough, he actually likes cats.

I opened my eyes vaguely and saw that all that was the light was the lamp on my desk and the fireplace fireplace. The room was full of familiar smells—the smell of burning wood, the faint aroma of mint and fruit wood in Chu Songluo's habitual perfume EdG, and the subtle smell of the skin, as if the feeling of stepping on the snow on a winter morning brought him a very light sense of comfort.

So he no longer resisted sleepiness and gradually sank into darkness. In my sleep, memories came to my dreams.

Jiang Huaixin has been unable to understand the so-called feelings since he was a child.

Fortunately, he is very smart, and even said that it is precisely because he cannot understand that he is able to calmly observe and imitate carefully.

But he still couldn't understand the emotions that others wanted to convey in a timely and accurate way—those complex thoughts were wrapped in the fiction of words, so that they became unpredictable, and the faces of the adults who came and went in his memories were blurred, and their voices were buzzing like a swarm of flies.

He couldn't get any emotions into everything about them.

…… Boring.

Nail biting.

Count the second hand as it moves.

Close your eyes and measure the difference between your somatosensory time and real time.

Distinguish the taste.

Observe the change of the same color in different lights.

Or just a daze.

It's not out of curiosity, it's just about finding something to spend a long time on.

Boring.

Boredom arises from indifference to the everyday that gets tired too quickly. Indifference is a monster that eats attitude, infecting boredom throughout the visible world.

The group of gun-wielding men who burst into the gate out of nowhere was also boring.

The tears of his father, who committed suicide after deciding to entrust himself to a friend, are also uninteresting.

"Baby, Daddy loves you."

“…… What exactly is love? ”

This is often said when adults are unable to answer children's questions.

"You'll find out when you're older."

All right. Click, click, counting the rotation of the second hand and waiting to grow.

Adults in leather shoes walked out of the room one after another, passing by themselves. The last person - is it called Chu Han? - stopped in front of him, paused, and quickly left. What is he trying to express? The emotions that were blocked in the air could not reach him, so Jiang Huaixin could not generate any feedback. There is no stimulus, no reaction, only the sound of the second hand turning.

Click, click, click.

Someone came out of the room again, a boy about his size, and his gaze froze as it swept over him.

…… Syllable.

The second hand stops.

The rich emotions seem to be conveyed against the skin——

Jiang Huaixin quickly compared the stored definitions with the emotions he felt and labeled them.

hesitant, convinced, resistant, dazed, guilty......

Why is that?

The conflicting confusion of emotions, the smell of his skin, the light in his dark eyes, and his voice.

“…… Hello, my name is Chu Songluo. He paused, "From this day forward, it's your brother." ”

Interesting.

Jiang Huaixin began to explore everything about him—his world was centered on Chu Songluo compared to himself.

Is the reason for the guilt to be the betrayal of his father?

Does the pain come from killing your own dog?

He was almost greedily eager to obtain all the information about Chu Songluo, and tried his best to guess his attitude and emotions.

He went through rigorous training, lengthened his body, changed his voice, regained a steady, deeper voice, his bones began to look like that of an adult, his hairstyle changed, he began to wear perfume, his suit was re-sized—and he became more and more silent, and more and more irritable with his own company.

It's like discovering a treasure, and what's even more wonderful is that the treasure is growing, richer, and more enchanting.

This is the only thing that can be called "interesting" for Jiang Huaixin.

He hated his smile - he hadn't found a reason for it.

He hated Chu Han, this was a sudden change after a few days of depression. This is also an emotion that Jiang Huaixin has not yet explored.

He reacts to himself, which makes him feel irritable.

However, it was disappointing that Chu Songluo didn't just react to him - this made Jiang Huaixin clearly realize that this treasure might be far away from him. This thought irritated him. Besides, Chu Songluo's emotions when he reacted would make him feel hot and dry—and this heat became more and more real......

…… Authentic?

Suddenly he woke up from his dream, and his bones were filled with some kind of power that was about to explode. Jiang Huaixin jumped off the sofa, the time was already more than two o'clock in the morning, and then he saw Chu Songluo in the bathroom, the sound of water was rattling, the fog was steaming, and he couldn't see it at all. But now, more importantly, with the burning heat, he suddenly understood—I was going to be human again.

The cat's instinct helped him to jump up and pick up the doorknob, slam the door, and swoop to the doorway at the end of the hallway, and as he did, he spread it on the carpet and changed back to his original self - just not an inch. Chu Songluo's room became extremely boring again, Jiang Huaixin sat against the door for a while, then got up and went to find clothes to put on—and then went downstairs to the garden, and sure enough, he found his clothes falling in the grass under Chu Songluo's balcony.

- Actually, it's not that you can't tell Chu Songluo that Jiang Huaixin is the cat "my generation".

But it seems that for the first time, Jiang Huaixin really felt the emotion of "uneasiness".

What if you tell him, but you can't get his trust, and you are pushed away?

Jiang Huaixin knew what he was planning - he hated Chu Han, and he was impatient with the elder brothers above, who were planning to take Chu Han's place. However, Jiang Huaixin knew Chu Songluo, but Chu Songluo mostly maintained an appropriate sense of distance from his emotions, and only guilt barely made him completely isolated by his cold look.

It's better not to tell him yet.

I can still lick his fingers.

***

In the afternoon, Song Zhenzhen still arrived at Chu's house an hour early. She plans to rush back to work part-time if she can explain it clearly. But now she was in the Chu family's study, facing the Steinway grand piano that she didn't dare to imagine the price, and said embarrassedly: "Uh...... But do I really need to work part-time? ”

Chu Songluo, who was wearing a black turtleneck, still had a cold feeling, but it didn't seem to be so "ice". He was half-leaning on the windowsill, "You like the piano?" ”

Song Zhen was a little embarrassed and honestly admitted: "...... Yes. ”

Chu Songluo said: "Then, play the piano here." I'll pay you as much as you want. ”

Song Zhenzhen almost felt that he was hallucinating, "...... Huh? ”

- Is this the bad taste of the rich? But...... Thinking of her mother's hard work, as well as tuition and living expenses, Song Zhenzhen couldn't help but move her throat, and she raised the price embarrassedly, "I'...... Singing with children is two hours and one hundred and five, you give it to me...... That's the price—"

She's still very weak-hearted. Although she was always praised by her teacher for her talent when she practiced the piano, it was only later that her mother could afford the price of the piano, so she gave up halfway. Later, she used to take the score from the textbook and tap her fingers on the keyboard drawn on the paper - so it would be a lie to say that she didn't like the piano. What's more - she also loves money and needs it too. It's just that she is not from a professional class after all, and she is sure that her piano skills are not worth a few dollars.

Maybe...... Could he be liking me?

Song Zhenzhen secretly glanced at Chu Songluo, and felt that if this was true, it would be very lucky. She has had to think about a lot of practical things than others since she was a child, and when she thinks of her mother's body, she naturally feels that marriage is also a better family background in order to provide a large amount of medical expenses. Besides, this person is much better looking than the rich class in general imagination, and it seems that his style is not bad.

Turning into what he once hated - Song Zhenzhen has spent countless times condemning himself.

However, it wasn't that bad, she was relieved.

She is still compassionate, can cry a lot when watching movies, doesn't mind helping others, and loves cute little animals. It's just about the future –

Let's be realistic.

How can love or something exist.

Song Zhenzhen smiled at Chu Songluo, "What do you think?" ”

Chu Songluo seemed to think about it for a moment and said, "It's up to you to choose." As long as you come. ”

Song Zhenzhen put the bag on the ground, and as soon as he sat on the chair, he heard two knocks on the door, signaling that the people in the house were coming.

She turned around and saw Jiang Huaixin, who she had secretly seen in the tool room that day.

Smiling, but unable to hide his anger, Jiang Huaixin.

"I think this Miss Song should have a clear self-understanding." He smiled and said with a gentle tone that "Jiang Huaixin" would never have: "Find a way to sneak into the Chu family and hook up with my brother again?" - I hope you can have fewer such unrealistic delusions. ”

It turns out that covering up emotions means this.

I want to extinguish all threats, but I am afraid that I will look ugly, so I carefully disguise it.

***

Curious. Desire. Disturbed. Wrath. Eat one's heart out. Selfish.

Teach him these emotions one by one, so that he can mix and stir them and experience what "love" is.

It was a funny, sanity-destroying mess.