The Ragdoll was pinched by the back of the neck and brought back to the house from the balcony.

The Ragdoll watched in despair as his brother browsed through the bookshelves, and finally fixed his eyes on the original Japanese version of Natsume Soseki's "I Am a Cat" - in Japanese, the cat called himself "my generation".

The dark eyes leaned towards him, and the voice that had always been low and too cold and hard called the Ragdoll cat, "My generation." ”

- I'm not a cat, am I?

But being scratched by his chin by slender fingers, he couldn't help but tilt his head and stretch his neck, squint his eyes and make a purring sound, and licked his brother's fingers again.

Looks like we need to revise the strategy manual?

Chu Songluo actually likes small animals very much.

It doesn't quite match his appearance.

It's so cute.

…… Of course, the fingers are also sweet. The long-cherished wish of many years was unexpectedly fulfilled, Jiang Huaixin added with satisfaction.

Well, there's ...... Unexpectedly poor naming ability?

***

Jiang Huaixin's father died when he was seven years old.

After all, the world has changed, and the black is no longer a proud identity background. The Jiang family, who had no time to bleach, was cleaned up and down by the branches and roots - the tree fell and scattered, so all the traitors left home and died, and Jiang Huaixin, the only son of Lingding, was entrusted to Chu Han, an old acquaintance on Jiang's father for many years.

But-after all, the way of the world has changed, and the so-called years of deep friendship can't compare to the huge benefits in Chu Han's eyes.

The Chu family surrendered early, and almost unscathed, it became an exemplary example of a transformed business giant. The biggest reason why Chu Han used to negotiate smoothly with the authorities was because they carved it up...... Jiang family.

Maybe it's because of his weak heart, he has almost never cared about Jiang Huaixin over the years, just throwing him to his youngest son and asking his subordinates to treat everyone equally.

How is this possible?

Even if they are excellent subordinates, they inevitably have the same bad habit - they are used to watching people put on the dishes. Chu Songluo, the little young master of the golden branches and jade leaves, naturally responds to requests and holds his breath, and he can also get a lot of preferential treatment with Jiang Huaixin; But if the little young master is not present, although Jiang Huaixin's treatment is not plummeting, the yin and yang between the words, and the whispers around the corner make people feel uncomfortable-

Although Jiang Huaixin was not as uncomfortable as he appeared.

He didn't actually feel uncomfortable, but he was able to guess what "Jiang Huaixin" should do on this occasion through text descriptions and the interpretation of audio-visual products, and perfectly equipped it to his body - a slight tingling and inferiority complex at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes, a bitter smile at the corners of his mouth, a hand that clenched his fist slightly, and a slight pause.

In order to conform to his own setting, he even leaned against the wall quietly, and when he heard the people who said bad things about him disperse, he continued to move forward with "discomfort" and "loss".

This is the "Jiang Huaixin" who is always smiling under the fence.

But - the door to the tool room is not closed.

Jiang Huaixin's afterglow swept over that gap and quickly made a judgment.

Female, with a raw face, wearing a blue headscarf that is not suitable for the hall.

- Not his words. If it's not him, then it's just not an NPC-like servant, and it doesn't make sense to care about that.

Jiang Huaixin's expression did not waver in the slightest, he was still the gentle but bitter "little master", and his eyes gradually walked away.

***

Footsteps were inaudible, and the door to the tool room was slowly pulled open. Song Zhenzhen poked out his head and looked left and right cautiously, before he jumped out and breathed a long sigh of relief and muttered to himself.

"Scared the hell out of me! I almost found ......"

Today, she came to clean for her mother's class, but she didn't expect to see the legendary "Young Master Jiang" immediately!

Oh my God, he's so good-looking, and so melancholy...... Mom said that the master was very good to him, and it seemed that it was all a lie. The days under the fence must be very difficult, right?

Song Zhenzhen looked at the dusty mirror in the tool room, arranging the headscarf that covered her long black hair, and thought with sympathy.

"-You......"

Huh?

It's just one word, but it's clearly a very nice sound. Low and hard in texture, Song Zhenzhen reminded him of the obsidian that he was particularly obsessed with when he worked part-time in a jewelry store the day before yesterday. She was stunned and turned her head with her unknotted headscarf in one hand—

The people in front of him were about twenty or so, but they didn't have the clumsy "unfinished" aura of the boys in the department. His facial features are rare in Asians - sharp lines at the corners of his eyes, droopy tails, deep eye sockets, and a high nose bridge. It's a natural creation that looks frivolous but beautiful, but his lips are thin and light-colored, and he looks serious and cold. Speaking of which, the boys in the class always have a feeling of inferior quality when they wear suits, but he wears a black suit, but he matches Wushuang. And it seems that because of returning home, he has just unbuttoned his tie and the two buttons on it, and there is a charm that is no less than when he just woke up-

Mom, why am I still going to college?

I'll be a little more satisfied as a servant!!

He grabbed her wrist, and the turban fell off, and her freshly coiled hair poured down. Song Zhen was a little embarrassed, but seeing that he looked serious, he looked at the outside of his wrist very carefully - wait, there is a birthmark there?

Song Zhenzhen hurriedly withdrew his hand, but he didn't stop it, and asked, "What's your name?" I haven't seen you before. ”

"I—my name is Song Zhenzhen! I'm here to substitute for you-" Song Zhenzhen replied immediately, reacting and chagrined, she bit her lip and added, "-I...... My mom got sick today and it was really serious, so I came to replace her ......."

She quietly spied on the man's expression, but saw that he was not angry...... It's better to say that I can't see any look at all.

No, that's usually angry, right?

His dark eyes glanced at Song Zhenzhen, and she immediately felt a chill all over her body-

"Come see me tomorrow."

Huh?!

But I still have a part-time job tomorrow singing English songs with my children?

Song Zhenzhen swallowed the resistance into his stomach and watched his back disappear at the end of the corridor with grief.

- Wait, this can't be the real young master Chu Songluo, right?

***

Yes.

Ahhhh

Ahh

A sigh of pleasure is about to overflow from the throat - here it comes! The only ...... in the world People with "color".

Chu Songluo.

I haven't seen him for a few days, and his proximity almost made Jiang Huaixin's trembling, but he suppressed all appearances well, with a gentle smile, "Brother is back, are you tired?" ”

"It's none of your business." He glanced coldly at himself.

The voice—even though Jiang Huaixin had secretly recorded a lot of his voice, he was still excited to hear him speak. His smile deepened, adding a look of injury to his face, and he made the trembling of excitement sound like pretending to be strong—"What is my brother talking about?" I'm ...... again. Did you do something wrong? ”

The maid pretended not to hear, and reached out to help Chu Songluo take off his coat. The white shirt made his eyes darker than ink, and his disgust was evident on them, and he glanced at him—but ignored him, just turned back and flipped through the papers.

Jiang Huaixin stood in the corner with his head bowed, his thin body trembling slightly, and his broken hair hung down to cover his eyes.

Very perfect "injury".

Ah, and "grievances"?

Then the tears fell to the wooden floor, making a small sound.

[The only function of language is to conceal deception.] 】

- Here it is.

The man really came to him, pinched Jiang Huaixin's chin, and made him look up. Unlike Chu Songluo, who has undergone rigorous training since he was a child and has a slender body and well-proportioned muscles, Jiang Huaixin is much thinner, no more than 1.7 meters tall, with slightly red eyes, with a flattering smile, and whispering: "Brother......"

Dysphoria. Guilty. Dysphoria. Selection of discourse.

The taciturn Chu Songluo finally chose his lines and faced the crying "younger brother": "Get out." ”

That's not the right comfort.

But Jiang Huaixin is extremely familiar with Chu Songluo-

The man who was still crying hugged his stiff brother, "I know! He was very empathetic, and generally defined speaking up as an apology from his proud brother, "Can I sit with my brother at dinner?" ”

Jiang Huaixin took the opportunity to take a deep breath of Chu Song's skin and the smell of his shirt—but was immediately pushed away.

"Out, out."

He paused word by word, and his irritable mood overwhelmed his cold expression for a while, and then quickly retracted.

It's a shame -

Jiang Huaixin sighed silently, "...... All right. Then he reluctantly left the room.

Reminiscing about Chu Song's expression and words just now...... It's so cute.

Jiang Huaixin sniffed the smell of his shirt that remained on his hands.

——Regarding Chu Songluo, Jiang Huaixin can write a guide to getting along that rivals most books.

Rigorous, restrained, self-disciplined, few words, strong.

Aside from being too cold, he is the perfect social creature, as if able to handle everything.

Jiang Huaixin seems to have been born without caring about many things. He was not moved by his father who committed suicide to protect him, he never felt the desolation and loneliness of his family, and he didn't care about Jiang Han's betrayal of his father, but he ...... can clearly smell Chu Songluo's taste, capture every bit of his voice, and seek every trace of his emotional change.

It's as if there are colorful, verbal people in black and white silent films, how can you not give him attention?

In his social creature body is a sharp, still juvenile soul, a lover of high places, a bit of a vocal idiot, not good at expressing his emotions (although he can be seen by looking at his face), a slight cleanliness fetish - and, like men?

Thinking of this, Jiang Huaixin couldn't help but laugh lowly.

Ah—after all, that reaction can't be faked.

Regarding how to gain Chu Songluo's favor, Jiang Huaixin really knows everything - first of all, he must show absolute trust and dependence, know how to advance and retreat in a certain way, and be coquettish appropriately in order to get enough love; Secondly, don't be too active, carnivores don't like to share territory with others, and it is also necessary to maintain a passive appearance.

Jiang Huaixin can write a guide, but he won't show anyone it.

Jiang Huaixin likes to see Chu Songluo without friends, because his loneliness means that "Jiang Huaixin's" attachment is precious.

Be the ...... of my own belongings!

- No, not in such a hurry. He convinced himself.

Little by little, it is necessary to break his calm self-control.

Let him slowly and slowly realize that ...... "Jiang Huaixin" is indispensable.

The only person in the world who has color and sound.

If he could like me, it would be fun, right?

***

This is after I was accidentally brainwashed by the famous song "Everybody ants To Be A Cat" at dinner.

Jiang Huaixin secretly compared his brother to a proud black cat in his heart—but thinking of his idiotic nature, Jiang Huaixin couldn't help but laugh and hum the first sentence in a low voice.

- When he opened his eyes again, he was on the balcony of Chu Songluo's room. The elder brother, on the other hand, was unusually tall and bowed his head to meet him.

Meow meow?

Judging from the reflection in Chu Songluo's eyes, this is a very cute Ragdoll cat. Light and gentle gray patches are distributed on the ears, pink noses, soft blue eyes, just opened the mouth to make a subtle, sweet "Mi-" sound.

Worst...... It seems that the strategy guide should include the article [Chu Songluo doesn't like small animals]?

That's because he was ordered by Chu Han to shoot and kill the Labrador he raised when he was a child, right?

"The existence of the weak is a waste." At that time, Chu Han taught his youngest son earnestly, "The weak should not exist. ”

Jiang Huaixin originally had no comment on this point of view, but - at the moment he is this Ragdoll cat.

What's worse is that after turning into a ragdoll cat, Chu Songluo's taste has become even more enticing.

So at Chu Songluo's outstretched hand, Jiang Huaixin couldn't help licking his fingertips.

It's so sweet...... Ahh

Jiang Huaixin figured out Chu Songluo's expression for a moment—well, expressionless.

On a dark and windy night, the Ragdoll cat standing on the balcony fence hunched its back, ready to run away.