I Can't Be This Protagonist

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

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

Ji Wensong beckoned, and a servant came up to take away the cold tea on the table.

"Stay here for a meal." Ji Wensong said kindly.

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

"Oh?" Ji Wensong got up, "What's the matter?"

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

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

Cui Zheng grew up with Ji Yao since childhood.

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

Since he was a child, he can do whatever he wants, and his father never stops him.

Ji Yao is his opposite.

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

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

Ji Yao is Ji Wensong's only one.

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

"It's business, it's really business. I'm running a technology company recently. I don't have enough manpower. I can't find anyone who knows how to do software testing. Isn't Ji Yao very good at this? I remember winning an award in middle school. I will use it."

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

Ji Wensong smiled, he was very gentle to all the juniors, "Ji Yao, he just played for a few days, I have a few talents in this field, you can use them."

As he spoke, he called the servant over to give some instructions. The servant nodded while listening, and retreated after a while.

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

Telling nonsense in front of Ji Wensong is really stressful. Cui Zheng bit the bullet and thanked him with a smile on his face. He was still thinking about how he could abduct Ji Yao away. Indifferent, as if the soul is out of the body, completely ignoring his hints.

Cui Zheng's face was stiff with laughter, and he found a few excuses over and over again. No matter what he said, Ji Wensong refused to let go like an iron wall.

"I'm tired."

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

Cui Zheng dropped his arms and looked at Ji Yao in a daze.

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 he looked like nothing could be seen. Why did he lose his energy in just a few days, like It was as if he had suffered a huge setback, and he was so depressed that he didn't look like the great genius who thought so much of himself.

"Stop," Ji Wensong said nonchalantly, "If you are frizzy, sit down."

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

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

The unspeakable oppressive atmosphere permeated, and Cui Zheng almost retreated. It is really too difficult to take Ji Yao away in front of Ji Wensong, even if he grows ten more mouths, it will be enough.

Just when Cui Zheng was about to ask to leave, a servant came in with a 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 there silently, connected the phone, and said bluntly: "What's the matter?"

I don't know who said what on the other end of the phone, Ji Wensong's gaze suddenly swept over, and Cui Zheng was glanced at by that meaningless gaze, feeling a little nervous for no reason, and unconsciously stood up straight.

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

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

It seems that the gentleness towards them juniors is mixed with some indescribable flavors.

It made him inexplicably a little creepy.

"Pay attention to proportions."

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

Cui Zheng quickly averted his eyes, pretending that he was "don't listen to evil" just now.

"Let's go," Ji Wensong waved his hand, as if bored, "Take him away together."

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

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

"It's not a computer," Cui Zheng interrupted, "I'm just looking for an excuse to take you out to play, look at your ugly face, let's go, young people should do their jobs."

He worked hard for a long time, but finally he could only come up with two words - "I won't go."

Cui Zheng was almost speechless.

He never expected that the most difficult part of the task Yan Shuang entrusted to him would be on Ji Yao.

He thought 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 anxiously, "Yan Shuang is with me."

Ji Yao froze.

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

Cui Zheng finally saw that Ji Yao had a little vitality 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 kind of medicine was sold in Yan Shuang's gourd, and the ambiguous answer was all nonsense. It was difficult to deal with Ji Wensong, but it was much easier to fool Ji Yao, so he focused on transporting the person to the apartment first.

"You'll know it when you see it."

When Cui Zheng got out of the car, seeing Ji Yao's hesitation, he said aggressively, "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 taken aback, he felt that Ji Yao's expression and tone were very familiar, very similar to Ji Wensong's appearance sometimes.

That kind of implicit but self-respecting self-respect.

They regard themselves as trees, and all others around them as vines attached to them.

All concern eventually becomes a form of control.

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

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

Cui Zheng thought that green tea is indeed green tea. He clearly told him the password of the door lock at home, and deliberately squatted at the door to pretend to be pitiful. I don't know if Ji Yao will eat it or not?

"Why do you sleep at the door?"

Ji Yao stepped out of the elevator and condemned Cui Zheng vaguely.

Cui Zheng: Well, Ji Yao really does that.

As soon as the two walked over, the sensor light at the door turned 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, who was on the side, thought that Yan Shuang looked pretty with her hair cut, but it wouldn't make Ji Yao a fool.

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

so similar.

Like before.

Now it's even more like... It's hard to tell the truth from the fake.

"Um……"

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

Looking at the rolling eyeballs under those thin eyelids, Ji Yao actually felt a little fear. He was afraid that those eyes would open and break the dreamlike scene in front of him.

The clean and clear eyes looked at him, and there were all kinds of unspeakable emotions in them, which finally turned into a peaceful pool of water.

"Ji Yao, you're here."

Yan Shuang propped up his knees to stand up, but he shook slightly, as if he was about to fall, Ji Yao instinctively stretched out his hand to support him.

"Thank you." Yan Shuang said sincerely, leaning on Ji Yao's arm.

Ji Yao didn't say a word.

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

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

It was as if something he had been avoiding was torn apart and unfolded in front of him.

All because of the same person.

Yan Shuang.

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

Ji Yao's eyes froze for a moment.

Cui Zheng was also dumbfounded.

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

Yan Shuang seemed to have noticed their gazes, he suddenly retracted the arm held by Ji Yao, and flinched: "I'm sorry, I have already washed it before I came..."

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

The overcoat that had been pulled over interrupted his words.

The warm coat full of the cold smell of Ji Yao was draped over his shoulders, and he put his hands together on both sides of the coat, covering Yan Shuang tightly 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 a daze, and the two walked to the balcony, but he still hadn't recovered.

Green tea is really not what ordinary people can do.

The tone, voice, and modality of the speech should be endearing but not contrived.

Master.

Cui Zheng thought that his mother should learn two tricks to coax the old man, and quietly approached the balcony to listen to the two of them talking.

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

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

"The way he looked at me always made me feel like he was looking at someone else 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, his eyes were cold and unwavering, but the hands behind his back were It was slowly tightened.

After a long time, or maybe soon, those eyes finally moved away, and Yan Shuang looked down at the balcony, where the lights were dim, and the people downstairs were still asleep.

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

The sound floated in the air like silk threads.

"never mind."

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

Ji Yao suddenly turned his face away.

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

Yan Shuang looked at the complicated expression on Ji Yao's face, and said first: "Ji Yao, I really regret that I quarreled with you that day and said 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've already forgotten." Ji Yao said lightly.

Yan Shuang looked at him gratefully.

"Then, you can be me..."

Cui Zheng silently mouthed "boyfriend" outside and shook his head, thinking that this drama is really not fresh enough, but it's just mediocre.

"...A good friend for life?"