I Can’t Be This Protagonist

Outside the courtyard, the servants quietly came in to light the lights. The dim yellow lights echoed the rosy sunset, and the gray eaves were dyed with a layer of light purple, which was quiet and distant.

Cui Zheng hung up the phone and came in with a smile on his face, "Brother Wensong, I have something to do, so I'll go first."

Ji Wensong beckoned, and the servant came up and took away the cold tea on the table.

"Let's stay and have a meal." Ji Wensong said amicably.

"No, no," Cui Zheng waved his hand, "I won't eat, I have business affairs," he paused and said directly, "Brother Wensong, I want Ji Yao to do me a favor, okay?"

"Oh?" Ji Wensong stood up, "What are you busy with?"

Cui Zheng glanced at Ji Yao who looked like a puppet next to Ji Wensong.

Today's Ji Yao looks more silent than usual, exuding an unspeakable gloom.

Cui Zheng grew up with Ji Yao since he was a child.

He is an old man, and because his mother gave up his inheritance rights in advance for him when he was pregnant with him, such a harmless little son is naturally 100% favored by his father, and can even be said to be doting.

Growing up, he did whatever he wanted, and his father never stopped him.

Ji Yao is his opposite.

When he was a child, he didn't understand why he looked so gentle and easy to talk, and Brother Wen Song, who brought him gifts every time he saw him, would be so strict with his son.

Now that he's grown up, he fully understands.

Ji Yao is the only one of Ji Wensong.

Unlike him, just a icing on the cake, a dispensable son.

"It's serious business, it's really serious business, I'm running a technology company recently, and I don't have enough staff. I can't find anyone who knows how to do software testing. Isn't Ji Yao very good in this area? I remember that he won an award in middle school. I'll use it."

Cui Zheng smiled and put his arm on Ji Yao's shoulder when he came up, and winked at Ji Wensong.

Ji Wensong smiled. He was very gentle to all the juniors, "Ji Yao has only been playing for a few days. I have a few talents in this field. You can use it."

As he spoke, he invited a servant to give him a few words. The servant nodded as he listened, and then backed out after a while.

Cui Zheng knew about Ji Wensong's style, and he might have formed a serious think tank for him within an hour.

Talking nonsense in front of Ji Wensong is really stressful. Cui Zheng bravely thanked him with a smile on his face. Still thinking about how he could kidnap Ji Yao, he quietly patted Ji Yao twice with his arm. Indifferent, the soul is out of the body, completely ignoring his hints.

Cui Zheng's face froze, and he went back and forth to find a few excuses. No matter what he said, Ji Wensong refused to let go.

"I'm tired."

Ji Yao spoke suddenly, he stood up, avoiding Cui Zheng's arm.

Cui Zheng dropped his arms and looked at Ji Yao blankly.

It's so weird.

The last time he ran with Ji Yao at Xiao Qingyang's racecourse at night, Ji Yao was still the same, sharp and cold, and nothing could be seen. It's like having suffered a huge setback, and he's not as depressed as that great genius who thinks highly of himself.

"Stop," Ji Wensong said neither lightly nor heavy, "fizzy, sit down."

Cui Zheng thought that the father and son might quarrel again, but just when he didn't know what to do, Ji Yao really sat down with a numb expression on his face.

Cui Zheng glanced at Ji Wensong in shock, but found that Ji Wensong's expression was also extremely gloomy.

An unspeakably depressing atmosphere filled the air, Cui Zheng was about to retreat, and it was too difficult to take away Ji Yao in front of Ji Wensong, even if he had ten more mouths.

Just when Cui Zheng was about to ask to leave, the servant came in with his mobile phone.

"Sir, call."

The call that dared to send in at this time must be very important, so Cui Zheng stopped talking for now.

Ji Wensong took the phone, glanced at Ji Yao who was sitting silently, answered the phone, and said bluntly, "What's the matter?"

On the other end of the phone, I don't know who said what, Ji Wensong's eyes suddenly swept over, Cui Zheng was swept by the eyes with no content, inexplicably nervous, and unconsciously stood up straight.

Cui Zheng saw that Ji Wensong listened to the phone quietly for a while, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, "What are you doing?"

Cui Zheng had never heard Ji Wensong speak in such a tone.

It seems to be mild to their juniors, mixed with some indescribable taste.

It made him inexplicably creepy.

"Pay attention to proportions."

After the last explanation, Ji Wensong hung up the phone, handed the phone to the servant, and looked at Cui Zheng.

Cui Zheng quickly avoided his eyes, pretending that he was "don't listen to indecent assault" just now.

"Let's go," Ji Wensong waved his hand, seeming to be bored, "Take him away together."

Cui Zheng didn't react for a while, and it was not until Ji Wensong and the servant left that he was pleasantly surprised to realize that Ji Wensong had mercifully agreed to his initial request, and hurriedly pulled Ji Yao's arm, "Come on, let's go. Go, before your dad changes his mind."

Ji Yao's arm was pulled, but the person was indifferent, and said coldly: "I'm not interested in computers anymore..."

"It doesn't count for computers," Cui Zheng interrupted. "I'm just looking for an excuse to take you out to play. Look at your disheveled face. Let's go and do what a young man should do."

He worked hard for a long time, but in the end he could only come up with two words - "No."

Cui Zheng was almost speechless.

He never imagined that the most difficult part of the task Yan Shuang gave him was actually Ji Yao.

He thought about it for a while, but there was nothing he could do. He lowered his head and leaned into Ji Yao's ear to speak, but Ji Yao frowned and avoided it. Cui Zheng followed anxiously and said, "Yan Shuang is with me."

Ji Yao's body froze.

His eyes swept over bit by bit like slow motion in a movie.

Cui Zheng finally saw that Ji Yao was so alive again.

Ji Yao only said three words along the way.

"Why is he with you?"

"Is he all right?"

"What does he have to do with me?"

Cui Zheng didn't know what medicines were sold in Yanshuang Hulu, and the ambiguous answers were all nonsense. It was difficult to deal with Ji Wensong, but it was much easier to fool Ji Yao.

"You'll know if you see it."

Cui Zheng got out of the car, saw Ji Yao's expression hesitant, and said excitedly, "Why, are you still afraid of him?"

Ji Yao was not provoked, he frowned and said lightly, "I'm just afraid of disappointing him."

Cui Zheng was startled, he felt that Ji Yao's expression and tone were very familiar, much like Ji Wensong sometimes.

That kind of subtlety is self-confidence like self-respect.

They see themselves as big trees and everyone else around them as vines attached to them.

All caring eventually degenerates into a control.

"Let's go up and talk about it." Cui Zheng put his hands behind his back, looking forward to which song Yan Shuang sang, and how long would he be able to play Ji Yao?

As soon as the elevator door opened, Cui Zheng saw the shadow curled up at his door—of course, Ji Yao also saw it.

Cui Zheng thought that green tea deserved to be green tea. He clearly told him the door lock code of the house, and he deliberately squatted at the door to pretend to be pitiful.

"Why are you sleeping at the door?"

Ji Yao stepped out of the elevator, his eyes vaguely condemning Cui Zheng.

Cui Zheng: Well, Ji Yao really does that.

As soon as the two walked over, the sensor light at the door came on, and the soft light shone on that face. Ji Yao's footsteps stopped, and the expression on his face seemed to be struck by lightning.

Cui Zheng on the side thought that Yan Shuang would be pretty with his hair cut, but it wouldn't make Ji Yao beautiful.

And Ji Yao really seemed to be out of the body again, staring at Yan Shuang's face for a long time and couldn't come back to his senses.

so similar.

Like before.

Now it's even more like... It's hard to tell if it's true or false.

"Ok…"

Yan Shuang seemed to be hurt by the light, and his eyelids moved.

Ji Yao felt a hint of fear when he looked at the rolling eyeballs under the thin eyelids. He was afraid that those eyes would open and break the dream-like scene in front of him.

Looking at him with clean and clear eyes, it contained all kinds of unspeakable emotions, and finally turned into a pool of tranquil water.

"Ji Yao, you are here."

Yan Shuang propped up his knees to stand up, but with a slight shake, as if he was about to fall, Ji Yao instinctively reached out to support him.

"Thank you." Yan Shuang leaned on Ji Yao's arm and said sincerely.

Ji Yao said nothing.

As he thought, as soon as Yan Shuang opened his eyes, his words, deeds, and actions were completely different.

The feeling of the dream being broken in front of you is cruel and real.

It was as if what he had been running away from had been torn apart and unfolded in front of him.

Everything is because of the same person.

Yan Shuang.

Ji Yao silently helped him up, and the lights at the door illuminated Yan Shuang brightly and vividly from head to toe, along with the mottled marks on his body.

Ji Yao's eyes froze.

Cui Zheng was also dumbfounded.

I didn't expect the ascetic-looking Doctor Qi downstairs to play so wildly.

Yan Shuang seemed to notice their gaze, he suddenly retracted the arm held by Ji Yao, and shrank: "I'm sorry, I already washed before I came..."

He seemed to know Ji Yao's disgust for certain things, and curled himself into a ball in shame, "I'm looking for you because I want to apologize to you... right..."

The overcoat interrupted his words.

The warm coat that was full of the cold smell of Ji Yao was draped over his shoulders, and his hands closed the sides of the coat, covering Yan Shuang from the neck.

"Go in and talk."

Ji Yao glanced at Cui Zheng who was stunned, "Open the door."

"Oh oh."

Cui Zheng opened the door in confusion, and the two walked to the balcony, but he still hasn't recovered.

Green tea is really not something ordinary people can do.

The tone of voice, voice, and modality of speech should be both endearing and unobtrusive.

master.

Cui Zheng thought that he should have his mother come to learn two tricks to coax the old man, and quietly approached the balcony to listen to the two people talking.

"...You're right, he doesn't like me at all."

Cui Zheng thought to himself who "he" was, Qin Yubai, Wei Yichen, or Qi Feiyun?

"The way he looked at me always made me feel like he was looking at another person through me."

"Ji Yao, do you know who that person is?"

Those eyes looked at him as if they knew something.

The night wind was blowing on the balcony, Yan Shuang was wrapping his coat, Ji Yao was only wearing a thin shirt, and his back was sweating little by little. It was slowly tightening.

After a long time, or maybe soon, those eyes finally moved away, Yan Shuang looked down at the balcony, the headlight was dim, and the people downstairs hadn't fallen asleep.

"I'm talking stupid, how could you possibly know."

The voice floated in the air like a thread.

"never mind."

Yan Shuang smiled suddenly, with a bitter but relieved look on his face, "Anyway, we have broken up."

Ji Yao turned his face sharply.

Cui Zheng thought to himself: It's over, Ji Yao is about to be deceived.

Yan Shuang looked at the complicated expression on Ji Yao's face and said first: "Ji Yao, I really regret quarreling with you that day and saying a lot of things that hurt you, can you forgive me?"

He has really changed.

Ji Yao thought to himself.

He had thought he would cry.

"I have forgotten." Ji Yao said lightly.

Yan Shuang looked at him gratefully.

"Then, you can be me..."

Cui Zheng quietly made the mouth shape of "boyfriend" outside and shook his head, thinking that this drama is really not fresh enough, but it's nothing.

"...A lifetime best friend?"