I Can't Be This Protagonist

His face was pressed firmly against the table, almost unable to breathe, but Yan Shuang was laughing, the laughter came muffled from his chest, drifted back and forth in the empty room, and passed along the phone to another person's eavesdropping ear middle.

The screen of the mobile phone was still flickering, Yan Shuang lay on the table without moving, and the other end of the phone did not actively hang up the call, showing that he was in the middle of a call.

There is an invisible third person in this house.

Even if it wasn't Qi Feiyun, it would be someone else, even if it wasn't on the other end of the phone, it would be somewhere else.

Yan Shuang is not a pure little angel, Wei Yichen has always known and never minded.

But is he really nothing in his heart?No likes or dislikes at all?A passerby...he is in his heart, just a passerby...

With his fingers firmly embedded in the short, soft hair, he pulled up the lying person vigorously, and Wei Yichen glanced at that face.

His vision has completely adapted to the darkness, and with the dim light of the mobile phone screen, he can clearly see Yan Shuang's soft outline and passionate eyes. There is a faint smile on his face, and he can't tell what kind of emotion it is. It's not like sarcasm or pleasure, it's just that it's funny, so I laugh.

He thought he was ridiculous, and Wei Yichen was clearly aware of this.

He is indeed ridiculous.

He was helpless.

Whether it was giving everything or threatening violence, Yan Shuang didn't care.

No matter what he did, it never left the slightest disturbance in his heart, yet he still imagined that he would choose him in the end.

"You like to be heard, don't you?"

There was no expression on Wei Yichen's face, and he was cold like never before.

Yan Shuang called it "breaking defense".

He could understand that Wei Yichen was pushed into a hurry by him.

He has a hundred ways to calm Wei Yichen down.

Just a few words of coaxing.

But he doesn't.

This is an abuse article, and it's not a little sweet article about love and harmony between two people. He still has plot points and a little bit of emotional line left to brush.

Abuse, abuse is over.

Yan Shuang smiled softly, "Otherwise?"

"What fun."

The voice was soft and pleasant, but it pierced straight into the heart like the sharpest knife.

——Yan Shuang still only used him as a tool to pull between him and other men.

Wei Yichen lowered his head, meeting those twinkling eyes.

Yan Shuang smiled at him, stretched out his hand, and pushed him away with almost no effort.

With his arms hanging to one side, Wei Yichen staggered against the wall.

Yan Shuang stood up in a leisurely manner, tidied up the crumpled clothes, and said in a soft voice, almost gentle: "Don't be so careless." He turned his head and said to the phone that had not been hung up: "Mr. Qi, what do you say? Yes or no?"

It can brush the emotional line of two people at a time.

This wave must thank the inventor of the mobile phone.

Qi Feiyun listened expressionlessly, the palm on her knee remained motionless.

He seemed to see those sly eyes and disdainful face, as if everyone was in his pocket.

"beep--"

The phone was hung up.

Yan Shuang smiled, shrugged, and said to Wei Yichen, "It seems that everyone can't afford it."

Wei Yichen leaned against the wall, he didn't want to be so ugly, he also wanted to propose an invitation to Yan Shuang in a graceful and affectionate manner.

But Yan Shuang didn't allow it - because he wasn't worthy.

Maybe he was wrong before.

Yan Shuang didn't need a dog at all.

He shouldn't expect to give Yan Shuang, who is covered in bruises, a home.

Yan Shuang is not rare, so he will not give it.

Wei Yichen closed his eyes, and after a while, he opened them again, with nothing left in his eyes.

"You want to play...do you?"

His voice was soft and cold, like a trekking traveler who was frozen, and his throat trembled imperceptibly.

Yan Shuang laughed again, "No, I'm here to fulfill our agreement."

He approached slowly, staring into his eyes.

"I said, don't think too much."

"It's boring to think too much."

boring...

The corner of Wei Yichen's mouth hooked slightly, was this the only meaning he had in Yan Shuang's heart?

He refused once, thinking that this would get him back a promise.

The result is self-deception.

He's never... not in his options, not even a backup option, is there any point in persisting like this?Instead of waiting for an ending that never comes, it's better to just...forget it.

Wei Yichen lowered his eyes, looked at the red lips gradually approaching in his eyes, and slowly closed his eyes.

***

Yan Shuang covered his eyes with one hand to avoid the sunlight.

It's already morning.

Yan Shuang narrowed his eyes lightly, and the butler looked like a different person in his eyes.

Wei Yichen's eyes were bloodshot, and the tie was still tied around his neck, hanging messily on his chest. Yan Shuang reached out and grabbed the tip of the drooping tie, and smiled lightly.

"Thanks for your hard work."

I finished the original book's plot volume for the past week in one go.

The plot line and the emotional line are in place in one step, and they are full directly.

Completing the task according to the original plan is very good. It is worthy of his pressing and stimulating people.

Wei Yichen looked at Yan Shuang's relaxed appearance, somehow, he suddenly felt that the relationship between him and this person was over, and it was over, Yan Shuang was no longer interested in playing with him anymore.

As if to confirm his guess, the hand that was holding onto his tie was immediately let go.

The closest union feels like the worst separation.

He is like a lost dog, with a collar still around his neck, but he has been abandoned by his owner.

No, that wasn't even his master, he never got him.

The wild dog on the side of the road was teased twice, thinking that the other party would want to form a family with him. Even though he had been explicitly rejected countless times, he still kept a little delusional in his heart.

Even the stray cat that escaped last night was wiser than him.

Still not reconciled.

There was a silent roar in the chest, and the arms quietly tightened.

Yan Shuang raised his eyelashes, looking at Wei Yichen's increasingly red eyes with a half-smile.

Even if he got his wish and hugged for a night, he still looked like he had nothing, and even the last thing seemed to have been taken away by Yan Shuang.

It does look pitiful.

But what did it matter to him?

He's not here to save the world.

Yan Shuang stretched out his hand and patted his face lightly, "It's almost done, get out."

"Think about your boss."

"He doesn't have the ability to trap me, so you can save it."

"Go down."

The warning tone slowly turned gentle again.

"Stop it."

"Be nice."

Wei Yichen obediently listened to the words, he was clearly resentful and in pain all night, but at this moment, Yan Shuang strangely found strength in these two last words.

Yan Shuang told him to "be good", this is his discipline, he... is still interested in him, isn't he?

Wei Yichen got off the sofa, Yan Shuang sat up, and said casually: "Your sofa is small enough...don't squeeze me."

For some reason, Yan Shuang suddenly became casual towards him.

It's not the same as before.

It didn't look like he was deliberately teasing, nor did he look like he was going to abandon him completely.

Unrealistic hopes arose out of desperation, but at the same time, I felt cold instinctively, like a fish on a chopping board, with a knife, the consciousness is still there, still lingering, fantasizing that I am still alive.

"Am I bad?"

The voice is calm and dry.

He knelt in front of him, with a dark tie dangling in front of his chest, and his hair was pulled into a mess. When he first saw the handsome butler, it seemed to be broken from the inside to the outside, but he was still holding the last Even a little hope.

Yan Shuang lay on his back, casually tore off the square scarf beside him, wiped his bent long legs, and said casually, "Which area are you referring to?"

"On the bed?"

Wei Yichen didn't deny it, no matter what, he just wanted to hear Yan Shuang's truth.

Yan Shuang thought about it carefully, and replied honestly: "That depends on who you compare with."

"Overall, it's above average."

Yan Shuang said in an academic research tone: "Don't be discouraged, after all..." Yan Shuang paused, "People are different."

He had encountered mermaids in a fantasy world novel before.

The mermaid prince in that book is beautiful and harmless, looks like a little fairy boy, delicate and weak and loves to cry, his hands and feet hurt every time he wants to be hugged, but when he kisses him, he just wants to hug him. Eat him directly - it's real food, the mermaids have a tradition of eating their spouses in the setting.

In comparison, although this world is vicious, Zha Gong's breed is quite normal.

He just likes to abuse his body and mind, dig out his kidneys, and dig out his corneas.

They are so kind.

He was so touched.

After hearing his evaluation, Wei Yichen's eyes were dark and calm, and he even slightly curled the corners of his lips, as if he wanted to laugh, but he gave up halfway, and he still didn't put on a complete smile in the end.

"Thank you."

Thank him for staying with him all night, and thank him for being considered... "above average" in his heart.

Yan Shuang sat up and said casually, "Can this old house take a bath? Is there hot water?"

The waist was hugged suddenly, and his cheek was pressed against his shoulder. Yan Shuang was hugged tightly, and when he stretched out his hand to push him away, the warm moisture spread on his shoulder.

Yan Shuang was stunned for a moment, then a little bit dumbfounded, why did she still cry.

That's right, seeing his eyes red all night, sooner or later, he will have to shed these two tears.

The eggs were cooked, so there was no need to add hot water, after all, he had to spend his time playing tricks with Slag Gong.

Yan Shuang was quite experienced in how to deal with a man who cried bitterly for him.

Yan Shuang held Wei Yichen quietly for a while before pulling away his hand. He turned around and gently rubbed the top of Wei Yichen's head, then lowered his head and kissed the top of Wei Yichen's hair.

"do not Cry."

"no big deal."

"The days are long."

The arms around the waist tightened even more.

Teeth bit into his shoulder suddenly.

Yan Shuang blocked the pain, only felt that the skin was being pulled and bitten, and the smell of blood soon permeated.

Yan Shuang sat quietly, still rubbing the top of his head lightly.

"Okay, okay, I'll never see you again."

"Don't be so angry."

The unprecedentedly gentle tone reminded Wei Yichen that when he was abandoned by those men and women many years ago, they also touched the top of his head so tenderly.

"Xiao Chen, be good, father and mother will come back to see you."

As a result, they never looked back and were never seen again.

Yan Shuang changed into the clothes Wei Yichen prepared for him.

The clothes looked new and fit well, and Yan Shuang was not surprised at all. Wei Yichen regarded this place as his future home, and he was included in the home plan.

"gone."

Yan Shuang waved to Wei Yichen, and turned the door calmly.

"I love you."

There is no ups and downs in the voice, and this confession is said without passion. Compared with expressing love, this is more like the final concluding sentence. Only Wei Yichen knows that just saying these three words has exhausted all his strength. He no longer had any strength to add luster to the sentence.

It is so bleak, but it is already everything to him.

Wei Yichen looked at Yan Shuang's unstoppable back, and his heart slowly pressed against a mountain.

The dust has settled.

Even though he has earned enough money to buy back this old house, it still does not belong to him, he is still the outcast, no one cares about him, no one loves him, even his biological parents Same.

In this old house where he was born, as fate would have it, he was once again...abandoned.

He slowly lowered his face, the floor was too old, there were stains in the gaps, and the footprints they stepped on it last night, the mud and stains mixed together, it looked like a complete puzzle.

It turned out that this was his end.

A puddle of mud that no one cares about.