Is He Really The Protagonist?

Li Xiaoyao wanted to go back to the first team station, Yun Fangche returned to the bar, and Xiao Bosheng went to Jiang Wei to pick up the snow gun, so the three of them separated directly at the airport.

After two hours of subway and bus transfer, Xiao Bosheng arrived at the door of the apartment where Jiang Wei lived, took out his mobile phone and sent a message.

After a while, the apartment door opened, and a snow-white little head poked out first. When he saw it was him, he ran out quickly. Xiao Bosheng bent slightly and held the snow gun in his arms. The snow gun's furry head was on his neck. Rubbing.

Jiang Wei, who was wearing one-piece dinosaur pajamas behind the door, saw this and marveled: "Snow Gun is really attached to you. I have fed it for so many days, but it has never been so proactive towards me."

Xiao Bosheng smiled helplessly: "Snow Gun is too timid and afraid of life. Sister Jiang Wei, I have troubled you these days."

"It's a small matter." Jiang Wei waved her hand nonchalantly: "Come in and sit down?"

"Sorry for bothering you."

Walking into the apartment with a snow gun in hand, Jiang Wei found that the layout of Jiang Wei's apartment was similar to that of Xiao Bosheng, with two bedrooms, one living room and one bathroom, and the overall color scheme was mainly warm.

The furniture in the living room is quite monotonous. A 40-inch LCD TV is hung opposite the pale pink sofa. A soap opera is playing at this time. There is a half-assembled Lego castle on the marble coffee table in front of the sofa. There are some cute things on the sofa. Cute love doll.

There is a row of flowers and plants in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the room has floor heating. Even though it is approaching December, there are flowers blooming in the warm room.

Xiao Bosheng sat on the sofa, Xue Qiang lay quietly on his lap and closed his eyes.

Jiang Wei poured him a glass of water and joked: "Your identity changes every time you go. When you go, you are brother Xiao, and when you come back, you are the supreme star boss."

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Xiao Bosheng smiled: "Even if you become a god, you are still my sister Jiang Wei."

Jiang Wei giggled and covered her mouth with a smile: "Then I will wait until my brother becomes a god and help me, a little bitch."

Xiao Posheng nodded: "Definitely. When the time comes, I will bring everyone delicious food and spicy food. If I have a bowl of rice, Sister Jiang Wei will wash the bowl."

"Haha, brat."

After sitting for a while, Xiao Bosheng returned to his cabin with the snow gun. During this period of time, Jiangcheng was still peaceful, so he could start the next video with peace of mind.

Although even if there is any situation, he can't be of much help.

Jiang Wei lived not far from the place Xiao Bosheng rented. She went out to check out the shared bicycles and returned to her residence forty minutes later. She packed a box of donburi for dinner downstairs and put all the snow guns and luggage on After returning home, I made two more trips to bring back the express delivery that had been left at Caicai Station for two days.

He has a pipa, a guzheng, and other musical instruments here. I need to borrow a big drum from the folk band later, which is perfect.

"Meow⁓"

Xiao Bosheng was playing the pipa in the living room. He had been watching online classes in the past few days in Kangaroo Country, and this was the first time he had started playing. The snow gun lay on the piano cover, making a soft sound.

"Huh? You're still going to the party."

Xiao Bosheng's hand movement did not stop, and he plucked the pipa strings a few times, trying to find the same sound as in his memory.

"Meow meow!"

Snow Gun raised the front half of his body a little, and his tone became a little unhappy.

"I don't dislike you as a homebody. How did you come up with this?"

"Meow meow."

"...You also said you don't like Sister Jiang Wei. Don't you really like watching TV series with her?"

"Meow."

"Tsk, you are really like a scumbag. You love my body, but your heart is on Sister Jiang Wei's 40-inch TV."

"Meow meow."

"Watch less ethical dramas from now on. They are all scammers. It was Sister Jiang Wei who brought you to watch them in order to sow discord between us."

"Meow meow meow!"

"Hey, you can't say that. You can't simply judge whether a person is a good person or a bad person. Just like why I knew that she would instigate our relationship and why I wanted to foster you with her."

"Meow?"

"Yes, you are still young and not smart enough, so you have to carefully judge other people's words. It's as if you didn't realize that what I just said was just to tease you."

"Meow meow!"

"Hahahaha, you have learned something again."

"Meow!"

"Don't worry, of course you can always trust me."

"Meow?"

"Well, Sister Jiang Wei does like you very much, but she would watch those TV series for you, probably because she didn't expect you to be so smart and understand them."

"Meow meow meow."

"Hey, you are so proud of me for just one compliment. You are smart compared to her perception. As a cat, you are indeed too smart. If you look like me, I won't think you are smart because of these trivial things. "

"Meow⁓"

"Hey, you are really narcissistic."

"Meow?"

"Narcissism means self-love. The scientific explanation generally means that you worship yourself and care too much about your own perfection, which is a psychological disorder. But as a person with a good relationship, saying you are narcissistic means that you are because of yourself proud of its merits."

"Meow meow meow."

"I'm so handsome, can it be called narcissism? This is called stating the facts."

"Meow."

"Then you mean that I'm not handsome."

Snow Gun was silent for a few seconds, then he lay down and said, "Meow."

"Look, you can recognize my handsomeness across species, so how can I call myself narcissistic if I say I'm handsome?"

Xueqiang didn't want to pay attention to him, and Xiao Bosheng didn't say anything, and continued to play with the pipa strings. His fingers swept across the pipa strings, and a slightly chilling sound came out.

After comparing the sounds in his memory, Xiao Bosheng nodded with satisfaction: "It tastes like that."

Xue Qiang lay on the piano cover and looked at him. Xiao Bosheng rubbed her furry head and put the Pipa aside.

Unpacking the guzheng, placing it opposite the piano, and then installing the keys and tuning according to the instructions, it didn't take much time. I looked at the time, it was nine o'clock, I will do it tomorrow.

Xiao Bosheng stood up, stretched his body, and said to the snow gun beside him: "We haven't seen each other for more than half a month. Do you want to go for a walk together?"

"Meow."

"OK."

The snow gun jumped into his outstretched hand. Xiao Posheng raised his hand and put her into the sweater and hat, took the key and went out.

It is extremely cold in Jiangcheng in November. The winter evening wind blows against our faces. It has long lost the gentleness of summer. The sharp cold wind seems to remind passers-by that they should enjoy the warmth of home at this moment, rather than walking outside.

Even so, there are still some people on the street, enduring the biting cold wind outside so that their families can enjoy the warmth.

I bought a piece of grilled cold noodles on the street, and while walking along the road I often walked, Xue Qiang put her front paws on his shoulders. Although she didn't make a sound, Xiao Bosheng couldn't see Xue Qiang. expression, but he understood what the snow gun meant.

He bit a small piece, pricked it with another toothpick in his hand and raised it to his face. The head of the snow gun was slightly forward and he took it into his mouth.

"Meow⁓"

"You're a little kitten, who would mind. No, no one would think there was anything wrong with what I just did."

"Meow."

"What are you watching every day with Sister Jiang Wei?"

"Meow meow."

"Tsk, let's not talk about this. Tell us about your participation in the cat conference. This is the first time I have heard of this."

"Meow, meow, ow, ow, meow ow."

"Stop, stop, stop, are you gathering just to complain about your own shit-sweeping officer?"

"Meow⁓"

"You make me feel shy when you say that. Are other cats envious of you?"

"Meow meow!"

"Of course, I will be your sole shoveler."

"Meow meow."

"Okay, okay, I won't interrupt, you continue."

"Meow, ouch, coo, coo?"

"Maybe it's a stray cat. Without a poop scavenger, I won't be able to participate in your complaints."

"Ouch, meow, meow."

"Well, it might have been taken away by those stray cat homes, or it might have been adopted and won't be able to come out for the time being."

"Meow, meow, meow, meow."

"In October, there was a raccoon cat that awakened its spiritual patterns and was frightened by me with its star pupils."

"Meow, meow, ow."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, aren't you afraid that it will retaliate against you? It can't defeat me, so it turns its anger on you."

"Meow! Meow, meow, meow, meow!"

"Hey, I can't tell you have such a high status. Just one sentence can make the cat unable to live in your local area."

"Meow."

"They are all cats. Do you still look down on other cats?"

“Meow meow woo⁓”

"Okay, okay, I know you are the smartest."

"Meow⁓"

"In addition to complaining about the conference, what else will you talk about?"

"Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow..."

Under the dim street lights, the young man walked slowly, threw away the remaining garbage in his hands, and put his hands into his sweater pockets.

The snow-white kitten lay on his shoulder, with its furry head buried in his neck, telling him interesting things he heard when he attended the party. Xiao Posheng responded a few words from time to time.

The warmth rising from the heart can make people resist the cold wind passing by.