I Can’t Be This Protagonist

Wei Yichen stepped out of the elevator, and when he stepped forward, he was clearly walking on the flat ground, but he felt as if he was about to step into the air, his calf trembled in panic, but after he got his feet on the ground, the soles of his feet softened as if he had lost his strength in an instant.

Just like this, he walked out of the door of the apartment with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

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

The passing wild cat stopped running, his eyes glowing green in the dark night.

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

"Mimi, look here..."

The man on the bench called out softly.

The wild cat heard the human's call, and instantly switched to a defensive form. With a flash of green eyes, it fled quickly and alertly. It fled into the woods and disappeared without a trace.

"cut……"

Wei Yichen heard Yan Shuang muttering in a low voice.

"What are you doing running so fast, and you won't be eaten."

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 in a mess, and the strands of hair touched the corners of his lips, which he blew away with an impatient "bah".

Wei Yichen was standing in front of him.

He just glanced at him.

Even gentler than him to a feral cat.

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

I tease him twice when I am happy, and turn a blind eye to him when I feel bored.

Not used to it?

Why is it suddenly unbearable now?

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

Yan Shuang turned back, slightly surprised, "What else?"

Wei Yichen's face was better than he thought, at least it didn't look like it was about to collapse.

The siege by Ji Yao and Qin Yubai must have caused him a lot of trouble.

But maybe he can stand it.

After all, he was the last butler in the original book.

So... what about Qi Feiyun?

In the case of extremely poor physical and mental state, I met Qi Feiyun, who was the most capable of psychological warfare in the whole book.

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

"You..." Wei Yichen's voice was very soft, his tone was always calm, with the kind of respect and humility typical of being a deputy all the year round, "Remember everything, don't you?"

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

"Ji Yao, Qi Feiyun."

Wei Yichen grabbed Yan Shuang's palm and exerted force uncontrollably. 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 doesn't have him in his eyes.

He didn't believe that there was someone else in Yan's eyes.

Yan Shuang is more ruthless than anyone, and treats everyone as a plaything. He never holds anyone in his eyes—anyone, including him.

Yan Shuang looked back at Wei Yichen quietly.

At this point, Wei Yichen can still maintain such agility, and even he has to admire it.

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

For every scumbag, he believes very much, believes in them... There will never be the slightest repentance.

"Of course I remember," Yan Shuang smiled lightly, "I'm not Alzheimer's, why did I forget?"

The phone in his pocket is on the other side of the apartment building.

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

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

Qi Feiyun's mouth twitched lightly, why didn't he give up?

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

Turns out he was deceived in the first place.

It turned out that Yan Shuang was never ruthless.

He was just ruthless towards him alone.

Why can anyone? Why can Yan Shuang be liked by anyone, but not him? Why exactly? !

"What a good child, so good, how can parents bear to not want him..."

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

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

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

Yes.

There must be something wrong with him.

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

They had discerning eyes and saw early in the morning that his skin, which looked no different from ordinary people, was just worthless garbage underneath.

His palms began to tremble uncontrollably, barely pressing the phone in his pocket.

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

The roses bloomed very fragrant that day, and he handed over all his net worth to him in exchange for an agreement.

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

"……Do you remember?"

"Of course."

There was no hesitation for a second.

He didn't even have time to react and prepare for Wei Yichen.

He really remembers.

He really remembered it all.

But his memory just represented... this agreement was in his heart... nothing.

It was so ridiculous that he wanted to laugh himself.

How dare he expect anything?

Does he fit?

They are already in their thirties, and they still don't have a long memory.

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

"...then do it."

The voice returned to its original indifference and self-control, and the palm of his hand was forced to wrap the thin person in his arms. Wei Yichen's tone was normal, as if he made such a request for love very casually, "I made a reservation."

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

Eye circles are red, still holding on.

"……OK."

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

His tone was like a **** who came out to sell spring. He had no expectations for this matter, just wanted to make a quick decision and get the money and the goods.

Wei Yichen found that he no longer felt stinging because of Yan Shuang's attitude.

Not a shred of it.

It doesn't matter anymore.

He didn't answer Yan Shuang's question, but stepped on the accelerator with one foot.

This matter of racing is extremely incompatible with Wei Yichen.

That's what a fiery teenager like Ji Yao would do. He has no burdens, so he can naturally chase the wind.

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

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

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

This kind of speed did not give him the slightest influence, he did not enjoy the speed, he just used the precise control of the vehicle to reach the end point he wanted.

The car drove into a very old community. One of the street lights in the community was dimmed. The car passed by, and it was full of dark pits and bumps.

Wei Yichen stopped the car, "Go up."

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

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, and he used a lot of strength in the palm of his hand, almost dragging the person into the building.

This is indeed a very dilapidated building.

The corridor was pitch-dark, exuding the smell of 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 on each floor, the rest were dark.

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

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

Apart from the palm holding the arm, there is no charming prelude.

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

Also the top floor of this 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 astringent. When you insert it, you can feel the resistance when you turn it. You need to press your knee against the door seam to allow the key to open the door.

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

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

In the darkness, 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 stretched out his hand to take off his glasses, and with a "dang clang", he threw the glasses on the table, and then he took the initiative to approach, but Wei Yichen ducked back.

He avoided his kiss.

Yan Shuang's figure froze, and an unspeakable silence permeated between the two of them.

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

Slightly upturned ruddy.

He really doesn't care.

Don't care at all.

No matter what he did, maybe it was just an outdated joke in Yan's eyes, and it was only worth such a perfunctory smile.

The sound of the phone vibrating broke the silence. It belonged to Yan Shuang.

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

"where?"

Qi Feiyun's voice reached Yan Shuang's ears through the phone very provocatively.

"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 chuckled, "The kennel."

"Are you with Wei Yichen?"

"Yes."

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

"return."

With a faint commanding tone.

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

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

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

He grimaced at Wei Yichen and replied loudly as if to announce, "No, I want to stay and have **** with Wei Yichen."

Throwing the phone aside, he stretched out his hand and hooked Wei Yichen's neck again, raising 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 with force.

Wei Yichen avoided Yan Shuang's kiss again.

He said lightly, "The phone didn't hang up."

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

Cheeks were snapped.

Yan Shuang was almost lifted on the spot by this unpredictable one, and his toes were about to leave the ground.

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

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

There was no softness in the cold voice.

"Hang it up."