atypical dependency

When he entered the corridor, the coldness was not so obvious, but when he got out of the building, Wei Zhuoyan clearly felt the malice of the winter snow outside.

Like continuous needle pricks, bit by bit, the biting cold invaded every nerve along his open pores without hesitation.

The stabbing pain from his fist was like a gangrene, and even if he retracted his hand into his coat pocket, it couldn't relieve it at all.

The snow layer that has never been able to accumulate on the ground is gradually thickening for the first time.

Wrapped in a scarf, Wei Zhuoyan held the yellow uniform in a ball in his arms, and stepped forward under the dim light of the street lights.

On the side of the road, in the dim light, the smoke-like plum forest looms, and the remaining petals are like snow, which is really full after brushing.

Not long after walking, the snowflakes grew bigger and fell like goose feathers. Tiny ice crystals adhered to the tip of Wei Zhuoyan's frowning brows, leaving pure and clear traces.

Pulling the scarf over the corner of his lips, his whole face was shrunk in the thick fabric, only revealing a pair of dark and deep eyes.

In addition to the sound of snow underfoot, there is the whistling of the cold wind.

For a moment, Wei Zhuoyan had the illusion that his heart was frozen by the wind and snow.

I just got to the bus stop, and after a short wait, there was a sudden vibration from my pocket phone.

Taking out the phone with frozen hands, Wei Zhuoyan glanced at the name displayed on the screen, and answered with a frown: "Jin Yang?"

"Zhuo Yan." The person over there didn't say a word of nonsense, and directly called his name in a calm voice.

Having partnered with this buddy for too long, Wei Zhuoyan didn't respond for half a second when the man who always liked to joke suddenly used such a rare and serious tone, and said tacitly, "What happened?"

"Yongjie Building."

"Firefighting or rescue?"

"Both." Jin Yang's voice sounded a little disjointed, and he should have started running.

"Is everyone on duty here?" Hearing this, Wei Zhuoyan, who was still standing at the station before, suddenly ran towards a taxi by the side of the road, "What's the situation now?"

"They are all there, but there is a shortage of manpower—" Jin Yang's voice became more and more urgent, "In short, hurry up!"

"Give me 5 minutes." Opening the front door of the taxi, Wei Zhuoyan hung up the phone hastily, almost crashing into the narrow space, causing the driver to tremble with fright, thinking it was robbery.

Urging the other party to arrive at Yongjie Building within 5 minutes, but the driver expressed bitterness and hatred on his face, saying that at this time of day, this weather, and this road condition, it would take at least 15 minutes for them to fly.

Although Wei Zhuoyan expressed his understanding, he still told the other party sullenly that he was going to fight the fire.

Glancing at the uniform in the other party's arms, the driver didn't ask any more questions, stepped on the accelerator and galloped on the sparsely snow-covered road.

Fortunately, although the turn was slippery along the way, Wei Zhuoyan arrived at Yongjie Building safely.

When getting out of the car, the snow was not slowing down at all, and the top floor of Yongjie Building, which pierced the sky, was shrouded in a huge coquettish yellow light.

The snowflakes in the sky are like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth, and the scattered coldness is not enough to reduce the arrogance of the orange monster.

Wei Zhuoyan looked up at the fire, and then quickly rushed to the fire trucks parked downstairs.

In the ice and snow, Wei Zhuoyan stood on the side of the street and quickly took off his clothes and jumped into the orange firefighter suit. He prepared his equipment, grabbed one of the men who was pulling the fire hose quickly and frowned: "What's the matter?"

The man looked up at Wei Zhuoyan, and hurriedly said, "About 10 people are still trapped on the top floor."

"Ten people trapped?" Wei Zhuoyan neatly arranged the fire-fighting equipment in front of him, "Where is it?"

"In the elevator." The man was very quick-spoken as if making a report, "Because the elevator broke down, and then the air conditioner happened to go off again."

"They're all in the elevator?" The haze in Wei Zhuoyan's eyes quickly raged away like ink dots. He looked up at the nearly 20-storey real estate, feeling anxious for a while.

Rescue will be quite tricky in such an embarrassing floor fire.

The ladder can last up to the 11th floor, which is almost the limit, and the life-saving mat is useless, and it can be connected to the 6th or 7th floor at most, so the most efficient remaining option is to enter the battlefield by firefighters.

Quickly thinking about several options, Wei Zhuoyan looked around but did not see Jin Yang's figure: "Xiao Zhao." Looking at his comrades who had reported the situation to him before, he asked anxiously, "Jin Yang went up?"

"Yes." The man called Xiao Zhao nodded heavily.

"Okay, contact 120 first, don't delay." After speaking, Wei Zhuoyan picked up his equipment without hesitation and ran towards the main entrance of the building ahead.

"Captain Wei!" Xiao Zhao looked at the man who shot out like an arrow in front of him, and just wanted to tell him to be careful, but the figure of the man had already disappeared inside the door.

Stopping at the door, Xiao Zhao was sweating coldly on his forehead holding the water pipe.

That hot-tempered man has always been an activist at the front line.

Since joining the team, he has heard about the heroic deeds of the other party in fighting the fire.

There is even an exaggerated legend in the team that "the captain of the place where humans can be injured has basically been injured".

Silently praying for the opponent, he quickly dredged the water pipe in his hand and prepared for the fighting teammates.

Leaping up the third and third steps, Wei Zhuoyan carried heavy equipment but was as light as a swallow.

Although he is 35 soon, his physical fitness is no worse than that of a young man in his early 20s.

Compared with physical strength, he has always been confident.

After rushing through the dimly lit corridor, he trudged a long way before arriving at the entrance of the 20th floor.

Because the elevator was stagnant, even though he was well-trained, he couldn't help panting for a while at this moment.

The long corridor seemed to be brightly dyed by the golden and red fire, and the smoky space immediately made Wei Zhuoyan frowned.

Putting on the gas mask quickly, he rushed forward and stopped at the elevator door where several people were pressing closely.

Without wasting much effort, he fixed his eyes on Jin Yang, who was pulling the door panel with the cat at the elevator door.

Striding forward, he patted the other person on the shoulder, and raised a thumbs up gesture in front of the other person, indicating that he would leave it to him.

Jin Yang raised his eyes knowingly, and his strength to climb the door became more vigorous.

Wei Zhuoyan put down the equipment carefully, and looked into the elevator with a gap in the door, and saw that several people inside had been fainted by the black smoke, and the remaining few were also a little lax, coughing non-stop.

The corridor where the elevator door is located is just opposite the burning office.

Wei Zhuoyan frowned and glanced at the open door over there through the gas mask.

I saw the door panels that had been licked red by the fire, and the words "President's Office" could be vaguely recognized.

**

When Xiao Yi heard the rapid phone ringing, he only felt a sharp pain in his temple.

After moving his sore shoulders squeezed on the sofa, he propped up his upper body, only to realize that he had fallen asleep at some point.

Glancing at the wall watch, he realized it was nearly midnight.

Turning over the phone that was singing happily on the coffee table, he hoarsely said with some displeasure of being woken up: "Yan Tian, ​​what's the matter at this point?"

"Mr. Xiao, something happened at the company." Although Yan Tian's voice didn't sound like a huge ups and downs, Xiao Yi could easily discern the suppressed trembling of the other party.

"An accident?" His eyes gradually converged, Xiao Yi slowly straightened his back from the sofa, "What do you mean?"

"The top floor of the company is on fire—" Yan Tian tried his best to keep calm, trying to tell his boss in the fastest and most efficient way, "About 10 employees are trapped..."

Eyebrows raised for a moment, Xiao Yi's fingers tightened and almost cut off the phone: "What's going on? How did it catch fire?"

Yan Tian's breathing seems to be a little messy at the moment, and he is out of breath from time to time.

Xiao Yi recognized it for a while before opening his mouth: "Where are you?"

"We'll be at your door soon." Yan Tian responded.

"Okay." Immediately got up, Xiao Yi strode to the door and wrapped his coat indiscriminately, "Let's go to the company now."

When Yan Tian arrived at the company with Xiao Yi, who had a frosty face, several fire trucks and ambulances had already parked downstairs.

The bright blue and red light reflected the whole block like a ghost world, and there were many onlookers crowded outside the yellow lines drawn around.

Thick Snow didn't force everyone to retreat at all, and the photos were taken, and the discussions were quite lively.

The hem of the coat was blown wildly by the strong wind, Xiao Yi and Yan Tian bowed and passed under the yellow line without hesitation, and rushed towards the ambulance ahead as if no one else was there.

A firefighter guarding the yellow line noticed the two people crossing the line, and immediately rushed to the front cross arm to stop them: "Sorry sir, this is dangerous, please back behind the yellow line."

Glancing sideways at the firefighter, Xiao Yi nodded towards him, frowned and explained calmly: "Comrade firefighter, it's my employee who is trapped, please accommodate me."

"For your own safety, please step back behind the yellow line." The man stared at Xiao Yi and pursed his lower lip earnestly, "Please understand our work."

Although anxious, Xiao Yili looked in the direction of the ambulance in front of him in the cold wind, and didn't plan to rush in any more.

After standing still for a moment, he nodded to the firefighter again, and retreated outside the yellow line cooperatively.

From time to time, the shouting and commanding voices in the snow scene ahead could be heard.

Xiao Yi stared and watched, with an unusually serious expression on his face.

Yan Tian watched Xiao Yi's focused eyes from the side, and thoughtfully said nothing unnecessary.

The snow all over the sky seemed to want to bury the man, and the strong wind tore at the ends of his hair, causing a crowd of demons to dance wildly.

However, the other party stood motionless like an ice sculpture, as if wanting to completely melt into the surrounding snow scene.

The dancing flames burned wantonly in Xiao Yi's eyes.

Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, he only felt a faint tingling in his heart, and the inexplicable sense of dullness seemed to completely overwhelm him at this moment.

The terrifying scar on his chest seemed to be faintly agitated again.

He narrowed his eyes delicately, his dignified pupils looked like a stone gray, almost swallowed by the surging memory.

In front of them, there were continuous firefighters rushing out of the building holding, holding or carrying the wounded.

Xiao Yi fixed his eyes on the heroic and neat bodies, and his eyes became more and more hazy.

As if spanning time, the messy thoughts fiddled with the memory wall made of paper like tentacles, trying to elicit the emotions that have been suppressed for a long time.

However, just as he was meditating, a muscular firefighter suddenly rushed out holding a woman's limp body in his arms.

Xiao Yi stared intently at the figure in the man's arms, and tried hard to recognize the sudden change in his face.