My protagonist attributes have been discovered

There are too many things that humans have said, but because most of them are not said by the same person, there are quite a few contradictory ones; of course, even the same person will say the opposite thing under different circumstances, and will Knowing and doing are different.

Just like this uncle who is sitting next to Song Yangle and chatting endlessly.

"...Well, actually my daughter is pretty, but she doesn't like to talk very much, and she hasn't brought back a boyfriend until now." The uncle with a beer belly had just patted his thigh and groaned his wrist, when the conversation changed again: "However, The men in their company are not good, they are all slick, they are not right, I will not marry my daughter to them. I think you look good, boy, what do you do? ah?"

This uncle was too chatty, and he never stopped talking as soon as he sat next to him in the car, Song Yangle's ears were buzzing from the nagging, and he couldn't pretend he couldn't hear him so close, so he had no choice but to return without emotion: "The food delivery guy. "

"Oh, delivery guy, that's good. The salary in this industry is quite high recently." The uncle said that it was not satisfactory, and asked again: "You don't have a girlfriend, do you?"

Song Yangle folded his arms and said indifferently: "I have a boyfriend."

The uncle was speechless for a moment, and finally said sullenly: "...Oh."

Song Yangle, who had already asked the driver to call at the stop, looked out the window at the regressing street scene, which was so fast that he couldn't see clearly, pulled up his hat behind his back, and was about to close his eyes and go to sleep first.

But the talkative uncle tugged uncomfortably at his trouser legs, which had shrunk to his ankles due to sitting, and continued: "I heard my daughter say that you guys like men like men."

Song Yangle leaned his head on the seat, moved his eyelashes, but didn't make a sound.

"She calls this 'fu', or something like 'danmei', what is it, that, oh, yes, 'pure love'. I used to think it too, men like men, how is this appropriate? Not good. Later, my daughter took me to teach me a lot of truths, and told me a lot of love stories in this regard, and there are many earth-shattering ones. I will watch it later, it seems to be, just like me Being with her mother is not to give birth to her, so what if men like men and women like women? It doesn't hinder anyone, and others can't control it. "

The uncle said brokenly: "But I didn't care about this at first. I just thought about it. I thought it was because her mother left early, so she felt that there was something missing in her heart. She liked girls? But I didn't dare to tell Me?... Sigh, little brother, don't laugh at big brother for being hypocritical, I felt a little uncomfortable when I thought about it then and now."

"For a while, I thought that this road is hard to walk. As a girl, she will never get married all her life, and she will be seen by others. How uncomfortable is she? I will grow old, and I can't protect her forever. She is not in good health, so find another Girl, there is still a long way to go; for a while, she thought, why didn't she tell me that she has this worry? The girl has grown up, and she is a father, so she can't help anymore—fortunately, I later found out that it was a waste of worry , she still likes men, but it's a pity that she never sees any good ones around her."

"It's been blaming me lately, saying that if I hadn't picked her up from work every night, she wouldn't have found a boyfriend? Honestly, I don't like hearing that. I'm a man and I know men , You said, man, if you really want to chase a girl, you see her father coming but you don’t even have the guts to come up to say hello and light a cigarette, what future does this person have? She is just stupid... ..."

The uncle babbled so much, then lowered his head again, sighed in frustration, and slapped his legs: "... Sigh, I don't know if she calmed down tonight."

Song Yangle opened his eyes and looked at him: "..."

"—Di——Binhe Road, here we are. Passengers getting off, please get off through the back door."

"Eh? I've arrived at the station. My daughter's company is here." The uncle stood up and said goodbye to him with a smile: "Little brother, see you by fate."

"..."

Outside the car window, the fat figure gradually melted into the darkness. Because no one boarded the car at this station, the door was quickly closed and the car started.

Song Yangle withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes and continued to doze off to prevent dizziness.

……

At 09:30, Song Yangle returned to Wenjing Bus Terminal. The 7092 bus was parked in the lane outside the bus station. The route on the platform was as ordinary as other buses.

He guessed that the stops drawn on the route are all in the area of ​​Wenjing’s mountain-sea boundary. Although the distribution is a bit sparse, human beings who are always in a hurry will not come here for careful research—even if there are such people, the driver I will also ask in advance where I want to go, and the other party is at most just like me in the morning, I took an ordinary bus that can carry pets.When he arrived at the station, he took another bus and finally got home before ten o'clock.

The environment of the rented house is average, neither high-end nor low-level.He avoided the elevator, climbed two floors, took out the key and opened the door——

"Wow! Wow!" The little black dog the size of a palm ran out happily and jumped on his shoes, wagging its tail excitedly.

It's the complete opposite of the high-cold appearance of his favorite cat.

"Little stupid dog." Song Yangle kicked it lightly, turned on the light, and brightened up the dark room.

The little guy was kicked almost forcelessly by him, and he thought he was playing with him, so he yelled happily twice, jumping around him.

Knowing that this little thing only knows how to play, Song Yangle clicked his tongue softly, walked into the room, closed the door, and began to change his shoes.

The little black dog approached attentively, sniffed his slippers and hands, and rubbed his trousers. For a while, there was constant barking in the entrance.

"Is anyone here today?"

"Wang~"

"How many people are here?"

"Wang Wang!"

"Two, young or old?"

"Wow, woof~"

"One old and one young..."

"Wang!"

"Is it an acquaintance?"

"Wang~"

"..."

One person, one dog, one question and one answer, incomparably harmonious.

After Song Yangle changed his shoes, he licked the little black dog's head, carried it by the nape of its neck, walked through the living room into the bedroom, turned on the light and played with it for a while, and finally threw it into the kennel: " sleep."

The little guy rubbed his nose against the palm of his hand, purred twice reluctantly, but still obediently squatted into the exclusive kennel, and didn't bother him anymore.

After comforting the little black dog, Song Yangle took out a black book from the bookcase, put it on the table, and sat down.

Turning over the cover with the words "Shan Hai Jing" written on it, the pages with pictures inside had been read very old, but he didn't care and continued to read.

From the first page to the last page... After an hour and a half, he closed the book, turned off the lamp, went into the private bathroom in the bedroom to clean up his personal hygiene, and went to bed on time at [-]:[-].

Before going to bed, he picked up his phone, read the stocks, quit and clicked on the three deliberately delayed text messages, and read them one by one. His eyes paused on the last sentence of the message at the end, "What are you thinking?" After a while, I stared at the ceiling, thought for a long time, and slowly pressed my fingers to reply:

--"I have no idea."

After answering, exit the message box, set the alarm clock, put the phone aside, turn off the lights, and close your eyes.

——The first day of food delivery is over, and I feel okay.