I Can't Be This Protagonist

Wei Yichen stepped out of the elevator, and when he stepped forward, he was clearly walking on flat ground, but he felt as if he was about to step into the air, his calves trembled in panic, and when he got down on the ground, his soles felt weak as if he had lost his focus for an instant.

Just like that, one foot deep and one shallow foot walked out of the door of the apartment.

The night wind was blowing gently, and the person sitting on the bench by the door was drinking a can of beer, with his feet on the ground and kicking each other back and forth.

The passing wild cat stopped running, its eyes shining green in the dark night.

Wei Yichen and the pure black wild cat looked at each other, and he thought to himself: This little beast probably thinks he has found his kind.

"Mimi, look here..."

The person on the bench called softly.

The wild cat heard the call of the human being, and instantly switched to a defensive state. With a flash of green eyes, it immediately fled vigilantly and quickly. It ran into the woods and disappeared without a trace.

"cut……"

Wei Yichen heard Yan Shuang muttering softly.

"What are you doing running so fast, and it won't eat you up."

The beer can in his hand was suddenly taken away, Yan Shuang raised his face and glanced at Wei Yichen, "Okay?"

His tone was flat, and he stood up lazily. The night wind blew his hair into a mess, and the hair touched the corners of his lips, and he blew it away with an impatient "pooh".

Wei Yichen stood in front of him.

He just glanced at him.

Even gentler to a stray cat than he is.

In fact, Yan Shuang was like this before, and it has never changed.

If you are happy, you can tease him twice, if you feel boring, you can ignore him.

Are you used to it?

Why is it suddenly unbearable now?

Wei Yichen stretched out his hand and grabbed Yan Shuang's arm as he passed by.

Yan Shuang turned her head, her eyes slightly surprised, "What else?"

Wei Yichen's complexion is better than he imagined, at least it doesn't look like he's about to collapse yet.

Ji Yao and Qin Yubai's siege must have caused him a lot of trouble.

But maybe he can still stand it.

After all, it is Mr. Housekeeper who can reach the end in the original book.

So... What about Qi Feiyun?

In an extremely poor state of mind and body, he meets Qi Feiyun who is the most capable of psychological warfare in the book.

Yan Shuang didn't believe that Wei Yichen could stand it.

"You..." Wei Yichen's voice was very soft, and his tone was still calm as usual, with the respect and humility unique to being a deputy all year round, "I remember everything, don't you?"

Yan Shuang pretended to be puzzled, "Remember what?"

"Ji Yao, Qi Feiyun."

Wei Yichen grabbed Yan Shuang's palm with uncontrollable force. He looked into Yan Shuang's eyes, not letting go of the slightest change in the expression on Yan Shuang's face.

He doesn't believe it.

It's not that he doesn't believe that Yan Shuang doesn't see him.

He didn't believe that Yan Shuang had someone else in his eyes.

Yan Shuang is more ruthless than anyone else, he regards everyone as a plaything, he never puts anyone in his eyes - anyone including him.

Yan Shuang looked back at Wei Yichen quietly.

At this point, Wei Yichen can still maintain such a keenness, which even he has to admire.

So he was even more thankful that Wei Yichen was placed in this position in his plan.

For every scumbag, he believed very much, believing that they... would never have the slightest repentance.

"Of course I remember," Yan Shuang smiled easily, "I'm not demented, why would I forget?"

The cell phone in his pocket was on hold with the other end of the apartment building.

Qi Feiyun listened expressionlessly to Yan Shuang's voice from the mobile phone on the table.

"Although Ji Yao hasn't come to school for several days, I don't think I don't remember him. I have a pretty good memory, Qi Feiyun... don't I just live with him? Wei Yichen, why are you talking so strangely today? of……"

The corner of Qi Feiyun's mouth hooked slightly, why didn't he give up?

The last bit of brilliance in Wei Yichen's eyes gradually dimmed.

It turned out that he was deceived from the beginning.

It turned out that Yan Shuang was never ruthless.

He was just ruthless to him alone.

Why can anyone?Why can everyone like Yan Shuang, but not him?Why? !

"What a wonderful child, so outstanding, how can parents have the heart not to want him..."

"Yeah, shouldn't there be some kind of problem that can't be seen?"

"It must be, otherwise why would the parents not want him for no reason?"

The noisy voices were forcibly suppressed in the deepest part of his memory, and they tormented him for many years. When he thought they had completely disappeared, they jumped out tenaciously and sneered at him most bluntly.

Yes.

There must be something wrong with him.

Otherwise, why don't even his biological parents want him?

They had discerning eyes, and they had seen early on that his skin, which looked no different from ordinary people, contained nothing but worthless garbage.

His palms began to tremble uncontrollably, and he barely pressed the phone in his pocket.

"You said you wanted to do it with me."

The roses were in full bloom that day, so he handed over all his wealth to him in exchange for an agreement.

His throat was tight and astringent, Wei Yichen tried his best to ask the last question with his utmost calmness.

"……do you remember?"

"of course."

Not a second of hesitation.

There was no time for Wei Yichen to react and prepare.

He really does remember.

He really does remember it all.

But his memory just represents... this agreement in his heart...is nothing.

It was so ridiculous that he wanted to laugh himself.

How dare he expect anything?

Does he fit?

They are already almost 30 years old, and they don't even have a long memory.

Even if it's something no one wants, it's not his turn to pick it up.

"...then do it."

The voice returned to the initial indifference and self-control, and with the palm of his hand, he wrapped the thin man into his arms. Wei Yichen said in an ordinary tone, as if he made such a request for sex very casually, "I've made an appointment."

Yan Shuang raised his face and smiled lightly into Wei Yichen's eyes. He reached out and brushed the scar on his cheekbone lightly.

Eye circles are red, still holding on.

"……OK."

Yan Shuang let Wei Yichen pull him into the car. He was still wearing the slippers Qi Feiyun bought for him, shaking his feet, and said, "Where are you going? Otherwise, you should be in the car."

His tone was like that of a whore who came out to sell sex. He didn't have any expectations for this matter.

Wei Yichen found that he was no longer hurt by Yan Shuang's attitude.

Nothing.

It doesn't matter anymore.

He didn't answer Yan Shuang's question, but stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom.

Drag racing is extremely unsuitable for Wei Yichen.

That's what a fiery young man like Ji Yao would do. He has no burden, so he can naturally chase after the wind.

And Wei Yichen next to Yan Shuang was obviously not that kind of person.

But now he is driving the car calmly and speeding through the empty streets at night, his hands are steady, and the car is also driving very steadily.

It's different from Ji Yao's thrill-seeking drag racing.

This kind of speed didn't affect him in the slightest, he didn't enjoy the speed, he just used the precise control posture of the vehicle to reach the end point he wanted.

The car drove into an extremely old community, and one of the row of street lights in the community was incompletely dimmed, and the vehicle passed by, full of dark pits and bumps.

Wei Yichen stopped the car, "Go up."

When Yan Shuang got out of the car, he stood under the dilapidated building and looked up, bluntly said, "It's so dilapidated."

Wei Yichen closed the car door and grabbed Yan Shuang's arm without saying a word. He seemed to be afraid that Yan Shuang would escape, so he used a lot of force with his palm, almost dragging him into the building.

This is indeed a dilapidated building.

The corridor was pitch black, with the smell of domestic garbage that had not been disposed of cleanly, and none of the lights were good. From the beginning to the end, except for the moonlight leaking from the windows of each floor, the rest was dark.

The two were silent, walking in the dark corridor one after the other.

They seem to be on their way, trudging hard, heading towards an end point where they don't know where to go.

Apart from holding the arm with the palm, there is no prelude to the slightest charm.

Yan Shuang silently counted, they went up to the sixth floor.

It is also the top floor of the building.

This is the last home of "Yan Shuang" in the original book.

Wei Yichen opened the door.

The door is an old-fashioned lock, and the lock cylinder is a bit rough. When you insert it, you can obviously feel the resistance when turning it. You need to press your knee against the crack of the door to let the key open the door.

The door opened, but Yan Shuang just fell into another dark world from one dark world.

He leaned his back against the wall, his hands resting loosely on Wei Yichen's neck.

In the dark, they couldn't see the outline of each other's facial features, but they could see each other's eyes.

Wei Yichen was wearing glasses, Yan Shuang reached out to take off his glasses, and threw the glasses on the table with a "clang", and then he approached proactively, but Wei Yichen dodged back.

He avoided his kiss.

Yan Shuang's figure stopped, and an unspeakable silence permeated between them.

His vision finally adjusted to the darkness, and Wei Yichen saw Yan Shuang's lips.

Ruddy and slightly upturned.

He really doesn't care.

Don't care at all.

No matter what he does, maybe it's just a past joke in Yan Shuang's eyes, only worthy of such a perfunctory smile.

The sound of the phone vibrating broke the silence, it was Yan Shuang's.

Yan Shuang withdrew his hand, leaned back against the wall, picked up his phone and answered the call.

"where?"

Qi Feiyun's voice came to Yan Shuang's ears very seductively through the phone.

"I don't know either." Yan Shuang glanced lazily at the dark surroundings, then glanced at Wei Yichen who was standing still in front of him, and smiled slightly, "Doghouse."

"Are you with Wei Yichen?"

"Yes."

Qi Feiyun on the other end of the phone was silent for a while.

"return."

With an orderly tone.

This is his unique tone, which is by no means offensive, but will make people have the urge to bow down to him.

Yan Shuang smiled, took the phone from his ear, and tapped the speakerphone.

The light from the screen made him look like a ghost.

He made a face at Wei Yichen, and replied loudly as if declaring: "No, I want to stay and have sex with Wei Yichen."

Throwing the phone aside, he reached out and hooked Wei Yichen's neck again, and raised his face.

This time... Wei Yichen didn't dodge.

In this old house that belonged to him, he kissed someone who didn't belong to him, still like cheating.

The hem of the shirt was pulled out forcefully.

Wei Yichen avoided Yan Shuang's approaching kiss again.

He said lightly: "The phone is not hung up."

Yan Shuang hung on him, smiled foolishly, and raised his eyebrows, "So what?"

The cheek was snapped.

Yan Shuang was almost lifted on the spot without warning, her toes were almost off the ground.

In the next second, his face was pressed hard against the table.

Wei Yichen held down the person who moved his heart and broke his heart.

There was not a trace of softness in the cold voice.

"Hang it up."