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

The moment he felt his emotions, the uneasiness enveloped Jiang Huaixin again.

With a well-behaved and pitiful smile, he pulled the corner of Chu Songluo's sleepy clothes, stretched out his arms around his shoulders and rubbed him close to him with a little malice, and said in a slightly hoarse voice when he got up in the morning: "Isn't my brother looking for me?" I'm back, and my brother is not happy? ”

Chu Songluo sat up, but took Jiang Huaixin into his arms, let him sit on his lap, his teeth gently biting his fluffy cat ears that had not faded, and his voice was low: "It turned out to be you, my cat." ”

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

Jiang Huaixin couldn't see his expression, but he bit his ears itching, and he was hot and painful, wagging his tail and gently teasing him back, whimpering pitifully: "Brother-I'm afraid ......"

"—Are you scared here?"

His laughter was low, Jiang Huaixin's breathing was short, and his voice was fragmented, but he didn't forget to tease Chu Songluo. The heat pressed against his skin, and the double intolerance and double joy made him groggy, and his ears and tail were always incredibly sensitive, but he could not fully control himself.

***

"Look at you in the mirror."

Tail, ears, and his own body. didn't even clean it up, Jiang Huaixin was circled 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, and there was a strange tenderness in his eyes.

"Don't lie to me."

Chu Songluo ignored the fact that the cat was Jiang Huaixin, but he almost confirmed his own dominance. Chaotic emotions – pitying, tender, furious, restless intertwined and touching the skin.

Why be afraid?

Jiang Huaixin suddenly understood-

Peeling back the emotional package, he was afraid that he finally understood Chu Songluo's mood at this moment.

Under that cold, suspicious, irritable, and tired heart, it is the heart of a teenager who grew up in a chaotic, crowded and confused childhood, and is forever insecure.

I saw my mother being abused in the cupboard, crying, struggling, and to no avail.

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

A pet dog that he shot and killed with his own hands.

Sitting on the roof, hugging his knees and watching his mother leave with his sister.

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

The encounter between a person who thinks he does not deserve "love" and a person who does not know "love".

A person who has an unconscious desire to give, cautiously hesitates in the face of another person's too easy attachment, not rejoicing, but only timid, lest he lose again.

Either stay away from it than see the end; Either you can only gain some sense of security with an absolutely strong attitude.

I see.

As long as it makes you feel warm.

So—

I'm not going to run away.

"Brother, I don't want to look at ......"

Jiang Huaixin turned around and grabbed his waist, pulled the cat's ears down, and rubbed his chest lovingly.

Chu Songluo smiled lowly.

"Good boy, don't be afraid. You always need to get used to it. ”

Ahhhh

Jiang Huaixin almost sighed.

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

My brother's favorite is "Jiang Huaixin".

But Jiang Huaixin was already satisfied.

***

A satisfying world.

After such a silent evaluation, Chu Songluo stood on the balcony and lit a cigarette, thinking of the sleeping kitten in the house, he curled the corners of his lips slightly, and lazily exhaled a puff of smoke with a cigarette.

It's effortless, and there is enough nourishment ♂ supplement - the kitten loves the joy of madness and excitement, and it is active and delicious. The cat ears and tail and necklace that he sometimes appeared were all fun weapons, and even the cat walking rope could make him lie on all fours on the ground and pretend to be a cat crawling around to tempt Chu Songluo out of his mind.

Enough fun to enjoy.

It's time to break his dreams, too.

***

There is nothing special about everyday life.

It's nothing more than the trivial matters of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, the gossip of the day, the record changed today, his eyebrows and eyes, and their pleasure.

Song Zhenzhen still likes her mother's surname and hasn't changed back to her original name. Chu Songluo's mother was also reluctant to return to the Chu house, but she had enough funds to treat the injuries left behind in the early years. Another year later, Song Zhenzhen married her senior brother who was two years older than her, and gave birth to a lovely daughter a year later.

Another year and a half later, when Chu Songluo went abroad for a negotiation, the plane crashed and fell to the bottom of the sea, and no one survived.

There is nothing special about everyday life. Both birth and death are extremely common.

Even if you cry "suddenly", it is as useless as complaining about "boredom".

Jiang Huaixin has known very well for a long time.

This is what he has always found "boring" in his daily life.

In particular, the old things have not changed, so they seem to be ordinary and cautious.

Black silk choker. Fireplace. Match. Half a box of cigarettes. Slippers. Bookcase. Wrote a half-pulled notebook. The angle at which the shower is facing. The location of the EdG that has not been used again. Bookmark. A set of plain white cutlery. Wooden alarm clock. A table lamp with a crepe paper cover. Balcony.

Click, click, click.

Turning clock.

Bored.

Nail biting.

Count the number of books on the shelves.

Imitating his handwriting word by word.

Wear his slippers and pajamas.

Carefully position the shower.

Draw the curtains at a fixed time.

Or even smell the sandbags in the gym.

Sometimes when I wake up in bed, I suddenly feel that the smell in the room is the same as before. At this time, he was able to recall many distinct expressions and words, and then they were scattered for a moment.

Then the days returned to boredom and incredibly long.

Many of the things he does are not out of curiosity, just to make sure that many emotions don't drain quickly. They were like fish in water, and they suddenly scattered and left his hands. Jiang Huaixin, who was empty and nothing, was pale and bored again.

Worried about Jiang Huaixin's state, Song Zhenzhen came back with her daughter, and 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 tugged at the corner of his coat and made him squat, blowing on his left chest.

"Whew-whew——, pain flying!"

Song Zhenzhen nervously picked up her daughter, and Jiang Huaixin smiled softly and kindly: "Oh, how do you know that your uncle is heartbroken?" ”

"Mom!" The little girl shouted, immediately betraying the adult, and then smiled sweetly and tirelessly.

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 accurately, "It's his fall...... Thank you. ”

Song Zhenzhen seemed to think a lot, and hurriedly explained: "It's Luoluo who is generous!" ”

Luoluo was called by his name, smiled and raised his hand and shouted, "Here!" ”

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

She knew that asking "Are you doing well" was too much for Jiang Huaixin, but she didn't know how Chu Songluo was not there, so how to talk to him. She thought for a long time before asking, "That! Didn't there be a cat here before? What's ...... called? Oh yes, and what about the Ragdoll cat called 'My Generation' before? I remember it was super cute. ”

Before he could answer, his emotions and memories devoured his mind first.

Yes.

Back then, he was also here, at the entrance of the door, the cat sat on the ground, and he and Song Zhenzhen were talking here.

"Uncle Uncle!"

The memory was interrupted, and Luoluo ran all the way, but he didn't say anything, just hugged his legs, looked up 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-like eyes, thought for a while, smiled happily again, and said, "Kiss!" Then he kissed Jiang Huaixin's cheek with soft lips.

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

"Just hold it for a while."

Song Jinzhen almost thought he was crying—but when he got up, he still had the same gentle and reserved smile as ever. He said: "The guest room is on the third floor, so you can go and rest first, or go to the restaurant to eat." Something suddenly occurred to me. ”

After saying that, he slowly went upstairs.

He made his way up to the attic and closed the door to climb up to the attic. A Ragdoll cat appears in the attic, pushes open the small window, and jumps out.

Jiang Huaixin lay on the roof and looked at the starry sky.

How is he here?

There was a light in the attic. Will he expect me to wait for him?

The garden and doorway are brightly lit by street lamps. Will mom come back with her sister?

The voices of a huge mansion all disappeared here.

Is he afraid of falling?

- He loves the sky so much.

When I reacted, I realized that my face was damp and cold.

Jiang Huaixin smiled a little bitterly.

Jiang Huaixin loves Chu Songluo, who loves "Jiang Huaixin".

That's not very, very pure love.

How can it be pure love to be tainted with heavy deception, malicious teasing, huge inferiority complex and uneasy emotions, tainted by almost frenzied possessiveness, and to get something that disturbs reason and judgment?

But it is a very, very important love.

If day and night are reversed in an instant, the stars fall, and the summer is mixed with heavy snow and rain, a man can become a cat.

I'll admit it.

I love you.

Good bye.

The night wind whistled by, the sky was lowered, and he saw Chu Songluo standing beside him, leaning over and kissing his forehead.

He closed his eyes wearily.

You're late.

By now, I'm bored.

The world collapsed in an instant.

——My generation is a cat-end——