atypical dependency

After hanging up Ji Yi's phone call, Xiao Yi frowned tiredly, half leaning on the desk with a dignified expression.

The drowsy rays of the setting sun in winter came in from the window sill, brushed over the messy files on the desktop, and enveloped his shoulders in an unhurried manner.

The spotless old-fashioned air conditioner on the wall squeaked and complained about the annoyance of overtime work, stabbing Xiao Yi's nerves non-stop, which made the restless man frown frequently.

With a little red mark between his eyebrows, he sat for a while, picked up the phone and gave a few instructions to the other end, then got up from the table, wrapped his coat and walked outside the house.

As the end of get off work approaches, the entire promenade looks like a chaotic night market after nightfall. Many people are smiling and joking with each other, chatting like a bustling market.

When Xiao Yi's figure appeared in everyone's field of view, the noise suddenly faded away like a tide, and the entire space exaggeratedly seemed to be able to hear his lonely steps echoing when he was walking alone.

With a calm expression, he walked towards the elevator without squinting, and from time to time he heard some low and awe-inspiring calls of "Mr. Xiao".

In the few seconds that the elevator door was slowly closing, he noticed that the previously quiet atmosphere of the corridor was revived.

He was used to these details.

He usually acts rigorously and decisively. He can't see any inefficiency, can't tolerate the slightest slack, and is meticulous and resolute.

Although this style plays an important leading role in the general direction of the company, it is inevitable that he will leave the impression of being unapproachable and aloof in his dealings.

Fortunately, he is a low-key person. After working with him for a long time, many employees have become accustomed to his solitary way. A small number of people who occasionally have the opportunity to meet him in private understand that this capable and withdrawn man In fact, there is a little hidden tender side.

It's just that gentleness, which is as rare as a flash in the pan.

Regarding Xiao Yi's personal experience, there are different opinions in the company.

Some people said that he was divorced, some said that he was an illegitimate child, and some said that he was single until now because of his unrequited love for some famous lady.

At the front door of the company building, the driver Yan Tian has been waiting for a long time.

Xiao Yi moved his coat to the outside, pursed his lips and nodded towards the other party.

He opened the car door for the boss, respectfully ushered him into the car, Yan Tianmao stepped into the driver's seat and started it safely.

The winter in City V is far from severe, and even the snow is a little bit heavy, as if shy to see the world, every time it spreads a thin layer on the ground, it can't wait to disperse it, never leaving a trace.

Xiao Yi was sitting in the car that was driving steadily, his eyes drifting out of the window vaguely.

The sky has completely darkened, and the neon lights all around the street light up the vision like glass lamps.

Sporadic snowdrops flew unscrupulously in the night, and fell on the window, leaving shallow ice marks like residual flowers.

Letting go of his tense thoughts, half of Xiao Yi's face was hidden in the shadow of the car, but a pair of dark and deep eyes were as bright as stars, as if he wanted to engrave every scene passing by outside the window in his thoughts.

"Mr. Xiao."

When Yan Tian opened his mouth, Xiao Yi didn't turn his head to look at him, but replied in a deep voice, "Yes."

"The list you gave me..." Yan Tian looked at the snow-shrouded night in front of him, hesitating, "Sorry, no one in it matches the characteristics of the person you are looking for."

Xiao Yi's eyes darkened, but his expression didn't change.

After a while, he responded: "Okay, I see."

Ji Yi had already told him the news before leaving get off work.

The mood that had gradually calmed down before was a little disturbed again by Yan Tian's inquiry.

Wearily, he stretched out his palm to scrape from the corner of his forehead to his lips, and his fingertips rested on the edge of his jaw to caress vaguely.

It was almost 9 o'clock in the evening when we arrived at the remote villa area.

After Xiao Yi sent Yan Tian away, he entered the room and turned into the bathroom.

The spacious walls are covered with pitch-black tiles. He walked straight to the sink, bowed down and washed his face, looked up at the dark face covered with water droplets in the mirror, and couldn't help but sneered at himself. laugh.

Pulling off the close-fitting shirt to reveal the thick and long scar across his chest, he stretched out his hand to caress it expressionlessly, and his thoughts raced again.

It's been almost 5 years since I've been looking for that person, but the other person is like the flying snow outside, it's fleeting, and I haven't had any intersection with him again.

After tidying up, Xiao Yi stepped into the large living room barefoot with his shirt open.

The four walls are covered with single-toned black wallpaper, and the floor is also marble black. The snow-colored carpet and sofa in the center are in stark contrast to the surrounding bleak tones. The snow-white wall table next to the floor-to-ceiling windows is in front of the blood-colored round bar chair. The entire board space brings a restrained atmosphere.

Falling into the sofa, he looked up at the ceiling lamp that was emitting white light faintly. For a moment, he felt physically and mentally exhausted, as if he was immersed in the Dead Sea.

With his eyes closed, he raised his eyebrows again, and with unremitting fingertips, he brought out the long red mark again.

The only sound in my ears is the slow clicking of the hands of the clock in the middle of the wall in front of me.

After being silent for a long time, he let out a long sigh, and a touch of impatience rarely slipped across his mechanically straight face, and the frustration that had been suppressed for a long time was blurred in his eyes:

"Where the hell are you..."

**

Wei Zhuoyan squatted on the curb at the bottom of the dilapidated building, looking up at a window on the fifth floor with a faint light like a firefly shining like a deep valley.

Cold flakes of snow fell on his hair and shoulders, he held a cigarette between his fingertips, and his face was gloomy.

After staying in the wind and snow for a while, he pressed the butt of the last lit cigarette into the snow water, watched the slowly green smoke lingering in the air, and stood up and walked towards the corridor.

When Bian Yue opened the door, the bright face who was talking and laughing with someone earlier froze brightly.

Wei Zhuoyan looked at her deeply, as if wanting to blend in with the night outside.

She stared at the other party silently for a while, and suddenly stretched out her hand to close the door, but he stretched out her palm to resist it.

Slightly lowering his head to look at the woman who was a head shorter than himself, Wei Zhuoyan frowned.

"Xiaoyue, who is it?" came the smiling voice of a man in the room.

Wei Zhuoyan's expression turned even colder.

Bian Yue stood by the door in a daze, suddenly in a dilemma.

There was a sound of footsteps in the room, and after a while Wei Zhuoyan saw a thin man wandering out of the room.

The moment he met Wei Zhuoyan face to face, the smile on the other party's face suddenly disappeared like a magic trick.

His eyes flicked on Bian Yue and the man's face, Wei Zhuoyan lowered his eyes, and fixed his eyes on the dumbfounded woman in front of him, smiling but not smiling.

The man standing behind Bian Yue also looked a little flustered, but that sense of embarrassment only flickered for a few seconds before being quickly replaced by a condescending look: "Why are you here?"

Not paying attention to the other party, Wei Zhuoyan just raised his eyebrows and glanced at the other party.

However, the man standing opposite Wei Zhuoyan had the illusion of being overwhelmed by the other party's gaze.

"Zhuo Yan." Bian Yue lowered her face, never daring to look him in the eye, "You..."

She wanted to say something, but she couldn't hold it back for a long time. She moistened her lips, her eyes flicked from side to side, and she never spoke again.

Looking down at the thin woman in front of him, Wei Zhuoyan would not hesitate to arouse Wei Zhuoyan's strong desire to protect before that sick cat-like expression.

However, looking at it now, he felt inexplicably annoyed.

Suppressing the turbulent emotions, Wei Zhuoyan's face remained calm, his scorching gaze seemed to penetrate the woman, he stared for a while before saying: "I'm here to get something."

Originally, he planned to talk to this woman calmly.

A family, easy to talk, he believes that all mistakes are not easily achieved by one person.

After all, a slap can't make a sound, and both of them are in their 30s. Broken things can no longer be thrown away as they were when they were young. Talking calmly and rationally may solve the crux of the problem.

However, this kind of thought disappeared when he saw the face of the man behind him.

He suddenly felt that perhaps what he encountered that day was not the first time this woman made a mistake.

A man who can't satisfy his woman is incompetent, and a man who doesn't know his woman is messing around outside is a fool.

It was fine for the other party to give him a cuckold, but he also wrote the word "idiot" on the cuckold, and took it home as a souvenir, and put it openly under his nose.

Wei Zhuoyan suddenly felt that it was extremely ridiculous for him to come here with the idea of ​​tolerance.

Some things stick to it is jade.

And even if some things persist, they are still scraps, and it is impossible to turn waste into treasure.

A man who can't even keep his wife is no different from a waste in his dictionary.

Bian Yue finally took a look at Wei Zhuoyan.

She hesitated for a moment before letting him in.

Striding into his room, Wei Zhuoyan noticed that an old porcelain box on his bedside table was heavily pressed by plastic bags that looked like strange men's supplies.

The annoyance in my heart rose again.

He stood at the door for a moment, calmed down before striding towards a set of orange overalls hanging by the window.

Taking the suit with him, he turned and walked towards the gate without saying a word.

When he passed by the side of the man and woman, he did not squint, as indifferent as a stranger.

However, just as he stretched out his hand towards the doorknob, Bianyue behind him suddenly spoke hoarsely, a sentence that pierced his heart with no beginning or end: "Zhuo Yan... I'm pregnant."

Arms froze suddenly, Wei Zhuoyan held the orange uniform and didn't move again.

The dull night-like feeling lasted for a while before he heard a man behind him yelling, "Whose one?"

"Your." Bian Yue stared at the man beside him with a stiff expression, her voice sounded mechanical.

Wei Zhuoyan closed his eyes on his own.

The strange man stood beside Bian Yue, his face suddenly flushed with joy: "Xiaoyue, is it true?"

"..." Bian Yue shrank her shoulders and did not respond.

However, just when the man was about to ask something more, Wei Zhuoyan who was standing by the door suddenly turned around without warning, and strode towards him in stride.

In the next second, without waiting for the opponent's reaction, Wei Zhuoyan punched the opponent's face forcefully.

The force was so great that the man tilted his shoulders in astonishment and fell directly to the ground.

The other party looked at Wei Zhuoyan in astonishment as if he was looking at a judge from hell, and frowned furiously.

Surprised, Bian Yue hurriedly squatted down, nervously supporting the opponent's body, and by the way prevented the opponent's tendency to rush forward and get into a ball with Wei Zhuoyan.

Flicking the stinging fist that hit the opponent's cheekbones, Wei Zhuoyan looked at the woman squatting on the ground in a panic, with a stern expression.

Bian Yue had the illusion for a moment that the punch the man in front of her just now wanted to hit her in the face.

Just staring at Bian Yue with long and complicated eyes for a while, Wei Zhuoyan finally grasped the uniform tightly, turned and walked towards the gate.

Before entering the corridor, he turned his back to Bian Yue, and said calmly:

"See you tomorrow at the Civil Affairs Bureau."