atypical dependency

Meeting Wei Zhuoyan in two consecutive days was quite new to Xiao Yi.

With his rarely happy mood and his good impression of firefighters, he was taken aback for a moment and then nodded politely to Wei Zhuoyan.

Wei Zhuoyan was obviously also quite surprised, but considering that the other company's final loss report has not yet been released, and there are still employees in the hospital, it is not impossible to meet with the other party frequently during this time.

A polite smile floated on the corner of his lips, Wei Zhuoyan was much more energetic than when he was dining in the restaurant that day: "What a coincidence." Noticing Yan Tian who was respectfully following behind Xiao Yi, Wei Zhuoyan turned his head and glanced at the entire corridor, casually Asked, "Mr. Xiao—Is there to see someone?"

The expression on Xiao Yi's face was unpredictable.

That Ruojiye stared at Wei Zhuoyan for a while, and then he said slowly: "Yes." Looking over Wei Zhuoyan's shoulder and glanced at the door of the ward behind him, Xiao Yi just in time to take the lead before Wei Zhuoyan asked the next sentence, " Team Wei is also here to see someone?"

Noticing the other party's gaze, Wei Zhuoyan couldn't help but smile wryly: "Yes."

Wei Zhuoyan didn't know how to describe the unsmiling man in the long black coat in front of him.

Counting it, the number of times he has met the other party in a serious way is no more than 5 times, but for some reason, he always has an inexplicable sense of familiarity when he meets the other party face to face.

People often say that two people who meet by chance can hit it off.

But the man Xiao Yi made Wei Zhuoyan feel that it was really inappropriate to describe him as "seeing each other late"——

The actual exchange between them did not exceed ten sentences, nothing but blunt politeness.

Even if you want to "feel like old friends at first sight", you have to have a bit of heart-to-heart understanding.

However, after these few encounters, Wei Zhuoyan felt that the man in front of him had a characteristic that made him quite conflicted——

There is a sense of deep and steady weight in the mystery, and there seem to be some complex emotions that are attractive to explore under the shallow smile.

Just from the appearance, Wei Zhuoyan knew that the other party could not be older than himself, but the introverted sense of restraint emanating from the other party made him feel that the other party had been in the workplace for decades.

The other party wears the stereotyped hairstyle of a typical white-collar boss. There is no extra strand of hair on the forehead, and it is all combed back meticulously; the skin is fair, but it does not look sick. statue illusion.

It has nothing to do with roughness, the facial lines of the other party are not particularly rigid, but there is no lack of masculinity.

Wei Zhuoyan doesn't have any specific evaluation criteria for a man's appearance.

He has always thought of himself as a big old man, and he really doesn't have that kind of appreciation for this kind of field.

However, when he met Mr. Xiao, although the other party seemed to have a coffin-like face, such a vague evaluation of his appearance appeared in his mind——

Pleasant to the eye.

After all, this kid is considered a young talent.

Although the line is like a mountain, the other party is already a leader at this age, and he is obviously more prosperous than Wei Zhuoyan.

At this moment, this man with outstanding leadership temperament was staring at him intently, which made Wei Zhuoyan feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

After exchanging a few words with the other party about the other party's company and the wounded, he found that he couldn't seem to find any common topics with the other party.

Even though he felt that the other party might have enough charisma to be worth getting to know, Wei Zhuoyan knew that he didn't have that much time and energy.

He is now in his mid-thirties, and he is no longer the age to recruit heroes from all walks of life.

In addition to the best friends who have survived the test of time, the ones who stay with us are the colleagues on the same boat with related interests at work.

For him at this age, there is no need to maintain the other messy relationships in the social circle.

Fast, streamlined, efficient, willing to give and sacrifice are the rules he has set for this stage of his life.

From his failed marriage with Bian Yue, he also gradually realized——

Those who do their profession must sacrifice their personal life to varying degrees if they want to be dedicated.

Of course, some people are strong enough in love to withstand these pressures.

But obviously, he and Bian Yue are not the one favored by fate.

I am used to seeing life and death, and when dealing with ordinary things, there will be a little bit of numbness over time.

Since he has chosen this profession, he has no regrets.

On the day he got the divorce certificate and watched Bian Yue and Zeng Shuo leave, although Wei Zhuoyan was a little depressed, he was inexplicably relieved——

Next, I will choose to stay single until I leave my job.

He really didn't want to see any woman suffer mentally because of him;

At the same time, he didn't want to be the one who hurt them.

For new comrades transferred to his team, he would force them to write their last words before their first actual battle.

For them, the possibility of "today is your last day" is several times greater than ordinary people.

It was his mother lying in the ward.

Usually, when shifts change, Wei Zhuoyan usually finds time to visit his mother in the hospital.

It's the same today, the intermission is only a short two hours, and he will need to return to the game soon.

Guessing that the relationship between himself and Xiao Yi is at most the level of a gentleman's friendship, Wei Zhuoyan nodded politely to the other party and finally planned to leave as a passerby.

But just as he was thinking about getting some water for his mother, the man standing in front of him suddenly remembered something and stopped him again.

"By the way, Team Wei."

Wei Zhuoyan turned around, looked at Xiao Yi's pale face reflected by the sunlight outside the window, and frowned: "Mr. Xiao?"

"I have something, I don't know if it's convenient for Fang to ask you." His face looked serious, Xiao Yi put one hand in his pocket and frowned slightly.

Hearing the meaning of the other party's question, Wei Zhuoyan still couldn't guess the other party's intention.

He stood still and pondered for a while before nodding in response: "Please tell me."

The moment the words fell, he caught a momentary dryness on Xiao Yi's face.

Reasoning that maybe the other party wants to ask them about the progress of the company's loss assessment, Wei Zhuoyan has already started drafting in advance how to answer the other party's inquiries from all angles.

However, just as he was organizing his words, the first sentence thrown out by the other party made him cut off all his previous predictions in an instant.

"Captain Wei, is there anyone in your fire brigade who was previously transferred from City X?" Knowing that this question involves a lot of internal relationships, Xiao Yi finished speaking, with some uncertainty floating in his dark eyes.

Yan Tian beside Xiao Yi didn't expect that his boss would be so efficient to directly grab the ready-made firefighters from the hospital to ask questions, so he couldn't help being stunned for a while.

Hearing this, Wei Zhuoyan was a little surprised.

He didn't quite understand the reason why the other party asked such a thing. Just as he had a look of hesitation on his face, a weak and extremely strenuous call suddenly came from the ward behind him: "Zhuo Yan?"

Startled for a moment, Wei Zhuoyan looked sideways at the door of the ward that was concealed behind him.

But when Fang wanted to respond, he, Xiao Yi and Yan Tian heard a blunt object hitting the ground together.

His complexion suddenly tightened, and Wei Zhuoyan turned around and pushed the door in, as if he heard an alarm bell in the bureau.

Xiao Yi, who was standing on the veranda, frowned and looked into the room, and then saw an elderly middle-aged woman half propped on the ground, obviously just fell down, her facial folds seemed to be fully activated, floating in some on loose skin.

Without thinking carefully about whether it was appropriate, Xiao Yi immediately strode into the ward without hesitation, and helped Wei Zhuoyan lift the woman up little by little carefully.

Before he had time to thank Xiao Yi, Wei Zhuoyan helped his mother to the edge of the bed, his frowning brows could be carved with deep crows at any time: "Mom, are you okay? Are you hurt?" .

The middle-aged woman noticed that there were still two strange men standing behind her son, so she couldn't help being embarrassed, and reached out to cover the back of Wei Zhuoyan's hand and patted him gently, signaling him to stop.

Looking up at his mother, Wei Zhuoyan realized that it was inappropriate to lift his mother's clothes in front of two strange men, so he hastily withdrew his hand.

After thanking Xiao Yi, Wei Zhuoyan inquired around and made sure that there was nothing serious about his mother before he was relieved a little.

The other party just wanted to get out of bed to have a look, but unexpectedly stumbled.

Ridiculous about being too old to worry about walking, the middle-aged woman smiled lightly and shook her head mockingly.

Already standing in the room, Xiao Yi also said a few words of concern, his face full of rare tenderness.

Finally, after finishing the courteous greetings with Wei Zhuoyan's mother, and Wei Zhuoyan sent him and Yan Tian to the corridor, Xiao Yi's expression returned to its previous calmness.

Carefully closing the door of the ward, Wei Zhuoyan turned his head to look at Xiao Yi who was standing by the window looking at him, and gave a bleak smile: "Thanks for what happened just now." Sighing, Wei Zhuoyan opened his eyes sideways, "My mother, she My legs and feet are not flexible."

At this moment, Wei Zhuoyan's face was gloomy, as if he had suddenly exhausted all his energy, and he rubbed the ends of his hair with one hand in extreme exhaustion.

He was visibly uncomfortable with suddenly revealing the condition of his loved ones to strangers.

After staring at Wei Zhuoyan for a while, Xiao Yi said seriously: "Auntie——why was she hospitalized?"

The usual self-confidence and determination on Wei Zhuoyan's face had completely disappeared, and now there was only faint burnout like a dying light: "Her high blood pressure is a bit serious."

In fact, my mother is suffering from early Alzheimer's disease.

At first, Wei Zhuoyan was not able to accept this kind of thing, thinking that the hospital's diagnosis was wrong, after all, his mother was not yet 65 years old.

However, after seeing his mother's gradual forgetfulness and occasional trance a few times later, he also understood that there are some things that he cannot escape even if he denies them to himself.

"Really." Looking at Wei Zhuoyan's face, Xiao Yi knew it couldn't be as simple as the other party described.

His vision gradually dimmed, and he intentionally or unintentionally looked sideways at the direction of the ward he had come to investigate before, and his tone inexplicably dropped a lot: "At ordinary times, you have to pay attention to the regulation and take medicine to lower your blood pressure."

Smiling wryly, Wei Zhuoyan raised his eyes to look at Xiao Yi, looking at the other's thoughtful face, and didn't know what to say.

The two men stood in the corridor and fell silent suddenly.

After a while, Wei Zhuoyan heard Xiao Yi beside him suddenly say in a low voice: "When you change shifts, come and see Auntie more often."

Wei Zhuoyan frowned and looked at Xiao Yi.

"Spare her more, you will be in a better mood, and your blood pressure will also ease." The line of his lips slightly curled up, and Xiao Yi looked at him sincerely.

Startled for a moment, Wei Zhuoyan nodded knowingly.

The other party's eyes at this moment are like a deep sea of ​​silence, firm and encouraging.

Wei Zhuoyan just stared at this man who didn't talk much but spoke concisely for a while, and then suddenly recalled the question he asked him earlier.

Turning his eyes and thinking for a while, he was about to speak when his phone vibrated again from his pocket.

Knowing that his mobile phone was only used for emergencies, Wei Zhuoyan took out his mobile phone almost reflexively and pressed the answer button.

After confirming that it was Jin Yang's notification to receive the alarm, Wei Zhuoyan pinched his phone and hurriedly glanced at Xiao Yi, who was staring at him seriously, and immediately made sure that he would be there soon.

Before leaving, Wei Zhuoyan hurriedly greeted Xiao Yi, and walked sideways into the door of the ward.

After explaining a few words to his mother, he flew out and rushed towards the end of the corridor like a [-]-meter sprint.

Watching Wei Zhuoyan's heroic figure go away, Xiao Yi slowly slipped his hands into his pockets.

Seeing family members has become a luxury.

Silently, Xiao Yi looked again at the room next to Wei Zhuoyan's mother's ward.

Like Wei Zhuoyan, who is called to leave from time to time, Xiao Yi understands the difficulty of adjusting his personal life and public needs.

Thinking that his savior might be one of Wei Zhuoyan's acquainted colleagues, his silent heart couldn't help but become turbulent again.

Today is unprecedentedly close to the result of his search for several years, and he can even feel the colic in his temples caused by nerves and tension.

The previously conceived scene of meeting his benefactor became vivid again, and Xiao Yi couldn't help stretching out his hand to press the aching temple.

When he reacted, his fingers were trembling uncontrollably.