I Can't Be This Protagonist

Ji Wensong was wearing formal attire, it was already autumn, and the weather was getting colder. He added a dark windbreaker to his suit, put on a pair of black leather gloves, and was holding the doorknob. He was standing there, smiling, but Suppressing all the beauties in the room.

Ji Yao blocked Yan Shuang with a cold expression, "Go out."

Ji Wensong smiled, stepped into the house, closed the door with his backhand, and walked over leisurely.

The tables and chairs in the dormitory were messy, Ji Wensong glanced over and frowned slightly.

Yan Shuang seemed to have recovered from the initial shock, desperately hid in Ji Yao's arms, clutching Ji Yao's shirt and shivering.

Ji Wensong walked to the opposite side of the bed, glanced behind Ji Yao, caught a glimpse of a slender white arm, and was immediately blocked by his son as if protecting food.

"go out."

Ji Yao's tone was cold and harsh, and all the muscles in his body tensed up.

Ji Wensong took the time to appreciate this picture of a young man stealing a forbidden fruit, and said with a half-smile, "I thought you were doing something important, and you even forgot your mother's death day."

Ji Yao keenly felt the shaking of the trembling person in his arms.

The last trace of heat in the room disappeared.

"I haven't forgotten," Ji Yao said coldly, "At 7:[-] p.m., this year's dinner will be held at Xiao's house."

Ji Wensong nodded, "That's right. In the past, you always didn't know where you were going, and I didn't bother to care about you. But since you want to change now, I have to give you this chance."

"Come down first," Ji Wensong lowered his eyes, and stretched out his hand to straighten the crooked desk and chair beside him. "Come back to play after the evening is over." Show it to your mother."

"No need."

Without the slightest hesitation, his tone was cold and angry, as if offended.

The hand holding onto his shirt trembled suddenly, and then he released it as if it was hot. He let go so fast that it almost seemed a little anxious.

Ji Yao looked back, and looked down at Yan Shuang who was curled up in a ball.

Yan Shuang's face was still pale, his clothes were all in disarray, his sleeves were half-drawn and draped over his fair shoulders, looking very embarrassed, his eyes were a little dull looking at a point in the sky.

According to Ji Yao's eyes, he trembled and hid his face in his arms shyly.

"Still reluctant?"

Ji Wensong's teasing voice was extremely harsh in the quiet dormitory.

Ji Yao couldn't talk to Yan Shuang more, so he could only suppress his unhappiness, reached out and grabbed the thin blanket at the end of the bed, covered Yan Shuang's body, covering him from head to toe, and whispered through the thin blanket: "Here wait for me."

There was another laugh in my ear.

Ji Yao couldn't bear it anymore, and looked coldly at his father.

The father and son look very similar, and the age gap is not as big as that of ordinary father and son.

When confronting each other, they seem to see another "self" through each other's eyes.

No one can't understand who.

They both loathe the other "selves".

"Let's go," Ji Wensong said with a faint smile, "Or do you want to go to the bathroom to solve it first?"

Ji Yao's face was livid, he himself didn't care and was used to Ji Wensong's sarcasm, but Yan Shuang was thin-skinned and now his mind was confused, how could he stand up to Ji Wensong's wit.

Anger surged up and down in his chest, Ji Yao didn't turn his back on Yan Shuang's presence, and got out of bed without saying a word, walked to the door of the dormitory like the wind under his feet and opened the door, looking back and urging Ji Wensong with his eyes.

Ji Wensong took a leisurely glance at the covered person on the bed, walked towards the door in a leisurely manner, looked Ji Yao up and down, and said in a flat tone, "It's so disheveled."

Ji Yao didn't refute, and closed the door first, and after isolating the two spaces inside and outside, he lowered his head and straightened the folds on the shirt.

Ji Wensong watched with cold eyes, and said after a long while: "You can play, remember a word called playing things and losing one's mind."

Ji Yao stopped what he was doing, turned his face away, and said coldly: "He is not an object."

Ji Wensong said slowly: "Oh, you mean you treat him as a character?"

Ji Yao knew that with Ji Wensong's habit, no matter who the people around him were, Ji Wensong would definitely investigate their details.

Hearing Ji Wensong's contemptuous tone towards Yan Shuang again and again, he couldn't bear to feel unhappy, and said: "He is my friend."

"Friend..." Ji Wensong tasted the two words, looked him up and down again, thought it was really funny, shook his head lightly, and sighed, "How did I raise such a fool like you?"

Ji Yao is a genius, almost everyone who knows him says so.

—except his father.

Ji Yao kept a wooden face, neither showing emotion nor refuting.

Seeing his calm appearance, Ji Wensong smiled deeper, "It's a little better than before."

The two father and son went downstairs one after the other, and when they reached the dormitory, Ji Yao turned his head subconsciously. The balcony of the dormitory was empty, so he looked away again, and met his father's cautious gaze again.

"I like it so much, why don't you snatch it back?" Ji Wensong said indifferently, "This child is in Qin Yubai's hands." He paused, raised his eyes, and said casually, "It's just a plaything."

"I'll say it again," Ji Yao said with firm eyes, "he is not an item."

"It's up to you." Ji Wensong said indifferently.

"You have never liked to listen to your parents since you were a child, and you have to suffer once before you can have a long memory."

"That's good, so that no matter what I say to you, you will feel that I am relying on the old to sell the old, and you won't listen to me at all, and you will secretly sing against me..."

Ji Wensong pointed to Ji Yao, and paused forcefully in the air, "Just one thing, don't be like your mother when the time comes, who is looking for life and death, I can't afford to lose this person."

Ji Yao didn't say anything.

He used to love to be serious with Ji Wensong too much, and often had to quarrel with his autocratic father, but now he has understood a truth.

There is no winning or losing in arguing.

Whoever has a hard fist is right.

Now his fist is not hard enough, so he chooses to remain silent.

Ji Wensong's eyes were fixed on Ji Yao's calm face, he withdrew his hand, but there was a smile on his face, "I have grown a lot."

The father and son went back to the old house first, and the maid had been waiting for a long time. As soon as Ji Yao appeared, they rushed forward with clothes in their hands.

"I will do it myself."

Ji Yao avoided them, took his clothes and went in to change.

Ji Wensong stood in the yard, with maple leaves falling from behind him. He patted the non-existent dust on his body, took the mobile phone in the pocket of the windbreaker, lowered his head, untied a glove and handed it to the maid, typing slowly.

"He's still a kid, don't tease him too much."

After writing it, Ji Wensong felt that it was inappropriate, so he deleted it, because he didn't want to be laughed at as a loving father again.

A few minutes later, Ji Yao came out, wearing the same black suit as Ji Wensong, with a stern face and a tall figure, a standard nobleman.

The maids hurried forward to put on cufflinks and brooches for him, and helped him organize the details of his clothes.

After the maids finished their work, Ji Wensong got a son he was satisfied with, "Have you read the guest list?"

"No." Ji Yao said coldly.

Ji Wensong was not angry, "I've been busy with some messy things all day long."

"Forget it," Ji Wensong gently revealed, "I've been confused for so many years, and it's impossible to wake up all at once. I can't expect too much from you."

It was already evening when the two arrived at Xiao's house. Xiao's house was a purely Western-style building. The tree-lined avenues on both sides leading to Xiao's house were lit, and the white roses tied to the trees were hanging down. Snow-white petals fell in the bright light, paving the way all the way.

It was Xiao Qingyang who came out to meet him.

"Uncle, cousin."

Xiao Qingyang also wore a dark gray formal suit, looking less serious than the father and son.

"I've grown taller." Ji Wensong got out of the car and said casually.

Xiao Qingyang smiled wryly, and he did not argue that it is impossible for him to grow taller at his age, "Yes."

Every time his uncle saw him, he only said a few words, which hadn't changed since he was a child, and the perfunctory words were all written on his face.

"Growing taller." "Bigger." "How is your studies recently?"

Since he graduated a few years ago, the last sentence has finally been deleted.

Ji Wensong stared at him, "It's big."

Xiao Qingyang: Sure enough.

Xiao Qingyang bowed respectfully, "Everyone is upstairs, just waiting for you, I will take you there."

"No need, I'll go there by myself," Ji Wensong waved his hand, and said while walking, "Coax your little cousin, I interrupted the good thing, and didn't give me a good face all the way."

After Ji Wensong went up, Xiao Qingyang's shoulders relaxed, and he stepped forward and patted Ji Yao's shoulders, "You're finally here."

"You know, I don't want to come at all." Ji Yao said coldly.

Xiao Qingyang sighed.

Today is the death day of his aunt and Ji Yao's mother, Xiao Suijun, but it's not just the death day.

Xiao Suijun committed suicide, but he said it was an accident.

Rock climbing, safety measures are not strict, slipped and fell off the cliff.

A tragic accident that sounds like it would fit a wealthy, athletic lady.

On the first anniversary of Xiao Suijun's death, Ji Wensong held a charity party to raise money to help the families of the victims who unfortunately died in extreme sports. After that, Ji Wensong used this excuse to hold a charity party for Ji, Xiao and Cui in turn.

Ji Yao never attended this party.

"It's all here," Xiao Qingyang put his arms around his shoulders, and patted him comfortingly, "You just come to practice."

Ji Yao didn't say a word. For him, this is indeed a practice.

"Cui Zheng is inside, don't fight when we meet."

Ji Yao frowned, thinking of the gray tie he had put away, and then thinking of Yan Shuang, wondering how Yan Shuang is doing now, whether his mood has recovered a bit.

"By the way, have you read the guest list?"

Inexplicably, Xiao Qingyang also asked a similar question.

"No."

Xiao Qingyang's footsteps paused, and he stopped for a while before he said: "Although I think it's nothing, but I think I told you in advance that today... Qin Yubai will also come."

The footsteps beside him stopped.

Xiao Qingyang observed his expression carefully, "If you feel uncomfortable, let's leave earlier later, like in previous years, go for a jog, go to my aunt's grave and talk to my aunt."

Ji Yao was silent, his slightly thin side face was refracted by the crystal lamp, and it was dazzling.

Xiao Qingyang hesitated in his heart, for fear that Ji Yao would "fall ill".

This year it was the Xiao family's turn. The situation of the Xiao family had not been very good in the past two years, and the new Qin family would overwhelm them. In any case, Xiao Qingyang did not want anything to go wrong at the dinner tonight.

In Xiao Qingyang's apprehension, Ji Yao didn't say anything, and walked forward slowly in silence.

"Brother, I'm a little nervous."

Sitting in the car, Yan Shuang tugged the tie around his neck uncomfortably.

When he received Qin Yubai's phone call, Yan Shuang was reading a book with his legs crossed on Ji Yao's bed. Afterwards, Qin Yubai came to pick him up. After he went home and cleaned up, he was brought by Qin Yubai to attend the banquet in the original plot.

Qin Yubai squeezed his hand and put it down, "Don't move, the tie is all messed up."

"There's nothing to be nervous about," Qin Yubai said flatly, "You represent the Qin family, and it should be because others see you that you are nervous."

Yan Shuang smiled shyly, "I don't have as much face as my elder brother."

"My face," Qin Yubai turned his face away, with a complicated expression of love, "it's your face."

After several struggles, Qin Yubai still brought him over.

In the vast crowd, he happened to meet Yan Shuang, and all kinds of things happened with him.

It is no longer explained by a simple contract.

Even if Yan Shuang is different from what he thinks, until now, he can no longer give up.

Thinking about not having this person around makes you uncomfortable and irritable.

The moment he decided to hypnotize Yan Shuang, he also made another decision - he would be responsible for his life.

Qin Yu rubbed his hand and said: "I have transferred the apartment to your name, I will take you to have a look tonight."

Yan Shuang:! ! !

Don't tempt him!He has already laid out everything, and plans to go through the banquet tonight to solve the siege - reveal the double - gamble - break up and break up these four plot points, and then dump Qin Yubai.

Not even an apartment.

His plans cannot be delayed.

Yan Shuang smiled at Qin Yubai, leaned forward, and kissed him on the cheek, "Thank you."

OK, even.

Qin Yubai still didn't know what Yan Shuang was thinking, and he felt that Yan Shuang was happy, and he felt a lot more relaxed. In fact, he also figured it out later, buying that apartment and spending thousands of flowers, he still felt awkward and uncomfortable.

Spending money can't buy a little fun, which is too boring. When the apartment is transferred to Yan Shuang's name, at least one of the two people will be happy.

Yan Shuang is happy, he is in a better mood...

Qin Yubai grabbed Yan Shuang's hand and bit the back of his hand lightly, "Be more obedient in the future."

Yan Shuang was bitten by him, and said softly, "How do you call it obedient?"

Qin Yubai glanced at him lightly, "What do you think?"

Yan Shuang blinked, "I think I'm very good."

"Oh," Qin Yubai sneered, "It's all on my head."

Yan Shuang said shyly, "Let's discuss the topic of body position when we go home at night."

Qin Yubai: "..."

He silently turned his face away and took a deep breath, "Don't talk nonsense when you meet someone."

"No," Yan Shuang shook the hands they held, and the lights shone into the car one by one, and he became more gentle after removing his glasses, and he said in a calm tone, "I was just joking with Big Brother. "

Qin Yubai turned his face and looked into Yan Shuang's clean eyes.

Sometimes, Qin Yubai can still see the shadow of the past from Yan Shuang.

He wasn't exactly lying to him, either.

Qin Yubai tightened the hands they held.

"I know."