atypical dependency

**

It was almost 11:00 am when Wei Zhuoyan left the fire station.

In addition to dealing with the aftermath of the Yongjie Building the night before, there are some fragmented non-emergency community assistance left in the bureau.

In the morning, Jinyang and the others received the police. An old lady’s cats fell into the well and couldn’t get it out. She was so anxious that she was about to jump into the well.

Wei Zhuoyan remembered the surprise he felt when he encountered such a thing when he first started working.

I thought that most of their work would be on the front line of the fire, but unexpectedly, those non-rescue and fire fighting community assistance also accounted for the majority——

Especially when there are many wonderful things mixed in the middle.

Because of his dying marriage, Wei Zhuoyan had no choice but to ask for leave from the bureau.

It was almost noon when we arrived at our door.

Wei Zhuoyan clearly smelled the indistinct aroma of food from various houses in the corridor.

Knowing that he and Bian Yue had divorce matters to discuss, he sent a text message to Bian Yue in the morning and made an appointment to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the divorce certificate at this time.

As soon as he took out the key and entered the door, he smelled a pungent smell of strange man's cologne.

His brows were wrinkled, his face was serious like a hunter holding a gun, his eyes swept the small space like a cold blade, aggressively looking for the wolf who entered the house.

However, after wandering around in the master bedroom and bathroom, he didn't find the third man, only Bianyue, with messy hair, was sitting upright on the sofa in the living room with a pale expression, as if Wei Zhuoyan was not the one who was found cheating, but Wei Zhuoyan himself.

Looking at his wife's face that seemed to have haggarded a lot overnight, the coldness between Wei Zhuoyan's brows eased a little.

He closed the door silently, walked to sit on the single sofa next to the other party with no expression, bowed forward, put his elbows on his knees, and his eyes fell on the ground as if studying the fine lines of the floor.

Seeing that Wei Zhuoyan had arrived, Bian Yue glanced sideways at him as if he had suddenly come to life.

The mixed emotions in her vision wandered and entangled like filaments, but they subsided in the end, without a single wave.

Embarrassedly, she took out three pieces of paper from her side, and slid towards Wei Zhuoyan from the coffee table: "Let's read the divorce agreement."

Looking coldly at the three pieces of paper that Bian Yue rubbed over, Wei Zhuoyan only sneered.

——It was really well prepared.

Brought the paper over from the coffee table, Wei Zhuoyan was more serious than when he was studying at school, studying the clauses line by line.

The form is quite formal, from the voluntary divorce behavior status of the two parties to child custody issues to the division of joint property between the husband and wife, etc. are clearly listed.

For some reason, looking at the cold clauses, Wei Zhuoyan's originally controlled mood became a little messy.

The numbing mind was once again ignited by a sporadic fire source, and now as the eyes moved down, the anger was burning like a prairie fire.

The hand holding the paper was about to tremble, Wei Zhuoyan could only covertly move his arms to control his annoyance from rushing to the top of the sky.

However, just as he was trying his best to digest those nerve-wracking clauses on the words, Bian Yue suddenly heard a weak question: "Last night...why didn't you answer my call?"

That voice actually carried a hint of reproach.

Wei Zhuoyan, who was in a fit of anger, immediately had the urge to beat the case when he heard such a sentence.

However, even though there was a rush of undercurrents in his heart, he just sat still and did not respond to the other party's words for a long time.

——Why didn't you answer her phone?

Last night he desperately saved people on the verge of life and death——

How brave would it be to think of flying back to the office to answer her call?

His eyes fell on the terms of the agreement in front of him about child rearing, and Wei Zhuoyan's mind suddenly flashed the image of the man he met yesterday and the scene when Bian Yue announced that he was the owner of his own flesh and blood.

Slowly raising his head, his eyes stabbed like needles at the woman on the three-person sofa with her shoulders hunched and her face cautious, and said sarcastically: "Why, you didn't call your little lover, and you actually thought of me?"

After speaking, he still had that calm face, the clouds were calm and level, the river was clear and the sea was clear, and his sitting posture was also sharpened, as if he didn't take it to heart.

Bian Yue's face slowly climbed into dead silence, she lowered her head slightly, a strand of broken hair on her forehead hung down in front of her in embarrassment, she bit her lip silently as if she had been wronged by something, and she was about to hold back something like pear blossoms and rain .

If this was the past, no matter how tough he was, Wei Zhuoyan would definitely soften his heart.

He wasn't a particularly sweet talker at first, but if his woman showed such an aggrieved expression, his usual way was to hold her firmly in his arms, kiss her hair tip delicately and tenderly, and protect her silently until she Slow down until it's over.

But this woman who made him hold it in his hand for fear that it would break into pieces and hold it in his mouth for fear of being melted, regarded his treasure as worthless.

He is a man, he can be open-minded with the world in his heart, and he can also sacrifice himself for others——

But for his own woman, his heart can't last much.

It's just right to accommodate the other person's whole person.

However, that dissatisfied woman forced another man in.

At this time, it is impossible for any man with a bit of dignity to complain about his heart being torn into tears with his nose and tears.

The only thing they can do is to tolerate and stay or leave angrily.

Wei Zhuoyan considered these two options.

He tried the former.

But obviously, the other party is not worthy of his tolerance.

The small living room was quickly swallowed up by silence.

Although Wei Zhuoyan could sense the increasingly gloomy mood of the woman on the sofa next to him, he insisted on lowering his eyes, not being teased by the other party's weakness, and staring at the hot words on the agreement.

However, after scrolling back and forth several times, Wei Zhuoyan found that he didn't read a word.

Bian Yue controlled her voice, as if desperately trying not to cry.

Wei Zhuoyan was also silent, his mood was already bleak but he still sullenly refused to admit defeat.

"Zhuo Yan."

The woman's voice was a little nasal.

Without raising his head, Wei Zhuoyan fixed his eyes on the paper in front of him.

"Yesterday...you were on another mission, right?" The other party's voice trembled.

"..."

"You know How long has it been since I had a serious dinner with you?"

"..."

"Do you know how long I haven't slept in the same bed with you?"

Bian Yue's voice couldn't hide the crying tone.

Sitting on the sofa without a word, Wei Zhuoyan's breath calmed down, but his expression remained unchanged, as if he had put on a plaster mask to resist her accusations.

Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, Bian Yue controlled her twitching nose, trying not to make herself look too embarrassed.

She rubbed her cheeks with her hand, and her slender brows arched a little bit with anger: "Do you know how many nights I have lost sleep because of you?"

Wei Zhuoyan raised his eyes suddenly, his gaze was like a wild beast suddenly locked on its prey, fierce and cold, quiet and frightening.

He just looked at her for a while, and then said in a slow and long tone: "What are you talking about now?"

Bian Yue stared at him, tears suddenly burst from the corners of her eyes.

Gritting her teeth, she controlled herself to keep her voice. She looked at his face like an outsider angrily, and her whole shoulders trembled a little: "Yes, that's right, what am I talking about now?"

"..."

"Anyway, I'm a bitch who has slept with other people. What are you talking about dirtying your ears?"

"..." Wei Zhuoyan froze for a moment, staring at Bian Yue with a deeper gaze.

"Wei Zhuoyan, let me ask you, can you answer these questions." Clenching her fists tightly on her knees, Bian Yue stared at him every word, "Can you?"

The hand holding the divorce agreement trembled, and Wei Zhuoyan paused for a while.

After waiting for a while, Bian Yue sneered and said sarcastically, "You can't answer, right?"

"..."

"You don't know how long it's been since we ate and slept together or even went for a walk together, don't you?"

"..."

Tears almost covered Bian Yue's entire face, but she didn't take her eyes off Wei Zhuoyan at all: "You don't know how many times I was afraid that you would never come back after leaving the mission, didn't you?"

The heart was poked so hard that Wei Zhuoyan's whole face darkened.

"Do you know how lonely, distressed, and helpless I am?"

"..."

"Have you understood again?"

"..."

"That's right." With tears all over her face, Bian Yue suddenly smiled, nodding fiercely, "You never cared about these things, did you?"

"..."

"But Zeng Shuo, he cares." Sobbing, Bian Yue coldly tossed out the man's name.

Wei Zhuoyan frowned as if feeling burned by something.

"He stayed with me and took care of me during my most helpless days." Staring at Wei Zhuoyan's handsome profile, Bian Yue sneered, "He warms me."

Wei Zhuoyan closed his eyes.

"You can't give me these things." With a hoarse voice, Bian Yue savagely tore off a few pieces of toilet paper from the coffee table, and wiped her cheeks on her own, dabbing on her eye makeup too, making her cheeks smudged Embarrassed.

Completely silent on the sofa, Wei Zhuoyan stared at the agreement as if he was looking at a death sentence.

To be honest, these words of Bian Yue were the first time he heard the other party say them.

He has also always agreed that the problems in the marriage of two people cannot be solely the responsibility of one party.

The other party must also bear indirect responsibility.

He came to Bian Yue yesterday mainly because he wanted to discuss this matter with him.

It's not that he never thought about forgiving the other party, it's just that he didn't know what reason to use to persuade himself to forgive the other party.

Ever since they met their wife cheating on them, the two have been fighting for nearly two months.

But now, looking at the woman in front of him who looked like a victim, Wei Zhuoyan really felt an inexplicable sense of frustration.

If the other party cheated because he didn't have enough company, because he couldn't give her a sense of security, then he really couldn't stand on the moral high ground and accuse the other party.

His job does not allow him to leave too much time for his family.

Even if he had time to go home today, he couldn't tell when a sudden danger would call him back to the bureau.

They are always preparing for battle, and they can't relax for a moment.

Saving the masses means sacrificing personal time.

One of the important reasons why he and Bian Yue were model couples in the bureau was that everyone in the bureau knew about their sacrifices and compromises for this job.

There are many women who are willing to date firefighters because of the heroic nature of their work.

Subconsciously, women still have the idealized psychology of being saved by the man they love.

It was a sense of dependence, a sense of security, and a sense of nostalgia.

However, those who can really enter into marriage with firefighters, unless they have excellent psychological quality, few people are willing to worry about the fact that their partners are always immersed in danger.

Bian Yue really overestimated herself when she married Wei Zhuoyan.

Wei Zhuoyan also admitted that he hadn't considered the other party's feelings in this regard.

The hoarse accusations in the ear have gradually subsided.

The two people with different thoughts sat by the sofa for a while before Wei Zhuoyan heard Bian Yue say lightly: "It doesn't matter what you think of me..."

"..."

"The matter about Zeng Shuo... I'm sorry for you." With a wry smile, Bianyue reached out to wipe away the newly slipped tears, "I'm not good enough for you."

"..."

"I'm not as strong as you think."

"..."

"Wei Zhuoyan, I only have one request."

"..."

"I can pay you all the money for this house." Bian Yue lowered her head, her tone was jerky as if she had just poured a bottle of hot and sour powder, "but I hope you promise me one request..."

"..."

"Leave this real house to me." The palm tremblingly covered the lower abdomen, Bian Yue closed her eyes, "I know this is too much to ask...but I just..." The palm pressed the lower abdomen even tighter, and she was already a little nervous. Can't go on.

Wei Zhuoyan glanced at his haggard wife, and understood that she was referring to the child in her belly.

After a century of silence, he slowly stepped forward, signed a hastily, and said in a deep voice: "Don't say anything, bring your ID card and marriage certificate." Glancing at her, it was as if she was looking at a passerby, "Let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau."

**

When Wei Zhuoyan came out from the main entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, the sky was brightly sunny.

He raised his hand to protect his forehead, holding a small purplish red book, and felt that his legs were a little dangling.

Looking down at the divorce certificate that said it was thick but not thick, and said it was thin but not thin, he had mixed feelings in his heart.

The old divorce certificate used to be green, but now it's the same color as a sauced pig's trotter, which made him inexplicably useless.

Hastily stuffing the small book into his pocket, Wei Zhuoyan pulled the zipper of the down jacket higher than the corner of his lips, and then slowly walked forward on the snow-covered walking path with his head half-shrinked like a wandering ghost.

Bian Yue was picked up by Zeng Shuo shortly after leaving the Civil Affairs Bureau, and he really had the illusion of selling the revolutionary base to the enemy.

In the end, the two of them divided the property, and he only wanted half of what belonged to him, and he didn't really take the full amount thrown over by Bian Yue.

The strong wind savagely scraped his head like peeling his skin, Wei Zhuoyan was like a walking dead soaked in ice, his face was swaying a little bit with an ashen color.

The down jacket kept warm, but his hands and feet were cold, and he couldn't keep warm no matter what.

He was dazzled by all kinds of home-cooked food and snack bars on the street.

It was noon at this moment, he had just been demoted to a single dog, and he was a dead dog with a hungry stomach, he could only follow the most fragrant places with his sense of smell online.

After wandering around, he finally locked on to one of the home-cooked restaurants, as if he had lost ten years of life, he walked past it stagnantly.

As soon as he entered the door, the smell of rice immediately made him jump around.

Trying his best to forget the matter of Bian Yue and Zeng Shuo, he managed to keep his half-closed dead fish eyes open and searched for empty seats inside the door.

There were so many people in the room, Wei Zhuoyan had a feeling that there might be no seats left.

The surrounding heat made him really not want to turn around and go out to find a new shop in the freezing weather, so he looked at it very seriously, even if he wanted to rub a table with a bunch of strangers, he was willing.

Just as he was thinking, his eyes just fell on a table for four in the innermost part of the room.

Noticing that although there were people over there, there seemed to be two empty chairs, Wei Zhuoyan's eyes lit up, and he strode forward without hesitation.

When he pulled out the chair and sat down, he let out a long sigh, and stretched out his hand to pull off the collar of the down jacket, trying to adapt to the heat in the room.

But after fiddling with himself for a while, he finally realized that this table seemed a little strange.

Raising his eyes inexplicably, he noticed that the two people who were already seated at the table were staring at him with strange eyes.