atypical dependency

Xiao Yi's voice seemed to be suppressed by something, a little muffled, a little hoarse, Wei Zhuoyan could almost see the complex micro-expressions of the other party that changed in a moment.

Hearing the other party's confirmation, he couldn't help but look down, even though he couldn't see any iconic marks on his neck that could make the straight man in front of him show a flash of fragility as if he had been hit by something. expression.

Roughly pulling at the neckline for a long time, he tried his best to reach out and cover his neck, and his fingertips touched the scars on his skin from the firefighting in the past. He raised his eyes and looked at Xiao Yi again: "Mr. Xiao, are you talking about these scars?"

Xiao Yi's gaze wandered over Wei Zhuoyan's neck like a needle thread, noncommittal.

Seeing the other party's earnest expression as if he was studying ancient relics, Wei Zhuoyan couldn't help but lose his strength for a while.

Speaking of which, if you judge from the scars alone, you may not be the savior of the man in front of you. After all, he can’t be the No. How many there are, the mountains and the seas are absolutely dazzling.

"This—not necessarily." I really don't want to hurt Xiao Yi, but Wei Zhuoyan wants to analyze both sides of the matter clearly with the other party, so that in the future, the other party finds out that he has found the wrong person, and it will be embarrassing. "It's not just me One was hurt, I remember—”

"You are right."

But just as Wei Zhuoyan scratched his hair and recalled which teammate had similar scars, Xiao Yi solemnly made the final decision.

His lips were still hanging, but Wei Zhuoyan was silent.

He looked at Xiao Yi in bewilderment, not knowing how the other party could decide in such a tone that he couldn't even figure it out.

"I can't make a mistake." There was a slight tremor left in the voice, and Xiao Yi's face finally became slightly turbulent because of the emotional shock, "It's you."

Wei Zhuoyan: "..."

"You carried me on your back at the time, so I have an impression of the shape of the wound." Xiao Yi's gaze fell on Wei Zhuoyan's shoulder, "It's a bit like the shape of the tip of a knife. It's uneven. It should have been a while."

Wei Zhuo was silent.

Don't say it, the other party is really right.

——The shape of the tip of the knife is uneven...——

This description is really... subtle.

If he asked himself and the gang of bad friends, he would probably just say "whose dog is so merciful and gnaws his teeth".

This time he mechanically pulled up the neckline, Wei Zhuoyan stared fixedly at Xiao Yi, and finally began to think that maybe the other party was really one of the wounded he rescued back then.

The explosive information he wanted to bring to Jin Yang before suddenly fell on his shoulders, and he didn't know how to deal with it for a moment.

To his shame, even though the man in front of him showed that rare obsidian-like bright eyes, he still couldn't put the man in front of him right after racking his brains.

To be honest, he rescued too many people from the department store that day, and it was really impossible to recall them one by one.

Thinking that the other party was actually thinking about the events of those years to the present, even Wei Zhuoyan, who is usually proud of his endurance, couldn't help but feel admiration.

From City X to City V, there was a huge crowd, it took 5 years, and the other party must have struggled to find them here.

There was a feeling of dislocation in time and space, Wei Zhuoyan's face was serious, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Xiao Yi's eyes were darker than before, like ink that could not be melted, seeping into Wei Zhuoyan's face little by little, and then blurred out of control.

Let the other party stare at him unreservedly, although a little uncomfortable, but Wei Zhuoyan can understand the other party's mood.

The two sides faced each other like this for about 10 seconds without saying a word, then Wei Zhuoyan suddenly saw the opposite direction and slowly took a step away, a 90-degree bow fell down without warning.

"Hey, Mr. Xiao—" His face changed, and Wei Zhuoyan's first reaction was to step forward to stop him.

It took a lot of twists and turns to get the man to stand up again, Wei Zhuoyan looked at him dryly, with complicated emotions.

As if wanting to see a hole in Wei Zhuoyan's face, Xiao Yi looked at it for a long time before slowly extending his hand to him: "Captain Wei." His brows were frowned, and he smiled wryly, "I really didn't expect to find you here." He said Then he held Wei Zhuoyan's hand.

The moment his palms touched, Wei Zhuoyan had the illusion that the bones in his palms were about to be crushed.

Xiao Yi was sincere, eager, grasping him with gratitude and earnestness, as if he wanted to inject all his strength into his body, occupying him inch by inch.

Wei Zhuoyan seemed a little overwhelmed by the man in front of him whose temperature was rapidly rising from ice water to boiling water.

He could only stand on the spot with a messy mind, half-supporting the door of his heart to accept Xiao Yi's direct invasion.

But the man in front of him also knows how to measure. Even if he is excited, he is very well controlled. The eager handshake lasted only a few seconds. The opponent released Wei Zhuoyan at the right time, put both hands back into the coat pocket, and showed Wei Zhuoyan a touch of distress. Xiao Yi said with a smile: "I've always remembered your matter, and I've been looking for it for a long time." Shaking his head in frustration, Xiao Yi stated, "Almost give up too."

Wei Zhuoyan listened silently.

"But I always feel that I should see you." Staring at Wei Zhuoyan, Xiao Yi's voice softened a bit, "Otherwise I owe you this life."

"Hey Mr. Xiao, this is serious." Wei Zhuoyan smacked his lips.

"So I found it now—" Xiao Yi's expression returned to calm, but his hands that were hidden in his pockets had already been clenched slightly, and they were even trembling uncontrollably, "...haven't given up yet."

Not willing to give up.

"Your perseverance," Wei Zhuoyan was still in the aftermath of the earthquake, his brain could only make some basic reactions, "it's amazing."

In the past, after disasters, family members and wounded people came to thank him in an endless stream, but after a few years of persistence, he still had to find a firefighter to thank him personally. Xiao Yi in front of him was indeed No. 1 to Wei Zhuoyan.

"I don't know if there is any spare time in Team Wei's recent shift." Xiao Yi stared at the other party, serious, "I want to treat you to dinner."

"Mr. Xiao, I accept your wish, but—"

"Captain Wei, I know you are busy with work, but just take it as an unfeeling favor." Xiao Yi looked at the other party with a sincere tone, "Give me a chance to thank you." With a teasing smile, Xiao Yi's always shrewd eyes revealed A rare compromise, "Take it as my own selfishness, after all, you saved this life."

Although he still wanted to decline, Wei Zhuoyan didn't know how to refuse under the kindness.

In addition, the only exciting thing left in his life should be related to eating.

In addition to dealing with fire sources every day, food has become an important means for him to comfort Bian Yue's hurt feelings after leaving.

So there was silence for a while, and he nodded in agreement.

Afterwards, the two stood in place and chatted with others, such as Wei Zhuoyan's mother, Xiao Yi's company damage assessment and the wounded.

In the end, Xiao Yi bid farewell to Wei Zhuoyan politely, but after he had already walked two steps, he suddenly remembered something and stopped walking, and turned his head eagerly.

Just as Wei Zhuoyan was about to turn around, seeing Xiao Yi looking at him again, he couldn't help but stop and ask the other party's intentions with his eyes.

The two of them poked around like that for a while, Xiao Yi suddenly lowered his eyes, smiled inexplicably, then shook his head at Wei Zhuoyan, signaling that he was fine.

Confused, Wei Zhuoyan stood there looking at the man who bowed to him again and left, feeling a little dazed.

However, he didn't linger because of this little episode. He curled his lower lip, walked to the corner window again, and continued to devote himself to the eager push-up training.

The moment Xiao Yi stepped out of the main entrance of the fire station, the face that had been upright before suddenly collapsed.

Standing silently on the spot, letting the strong wind hit his cheek like an ice knife, his eyes fell on the small building in front of the reception room that seemed to be shrouded in night.

A bare old tree by the side of the road pokes its teeth and claws towards the sky, as if trying to cut off the pedestrian's vision.

The dim street lights paint the whole space with a hazy layer, and the greasy light hugs the dry tree trunks with thorns, trying to add some vitality.

The palms were still trembling, Xiao Yi expressionlessly let his eyes be immersed in the warm yellow light in front of him.

Before leaving, he almost had the urge to turn around and hug Wei Zhuoyan forcefully.

But in the end, he gave up, he knew the proper way to vent his emotions, and he could only crumble the tossing and obsession of tossing and turning for countless nights in the past five years into waste products and throw them into the most inconspicuous corner of his heart.

Some people say that once obsession is broken, it is easy to let go.

Now that I have found the other party, it stands to reason that my heart should also be at peace.

Pulling the coat tighter, Xiao Yi closed his eyes and took a long breath.

So - invite the other party to eat this extraordinary meal, and I can give myself an explanation.

The fuzzy face in memory finally had a clear image.

With lowered eyes, Xiao Yi looked at the remaining snow powder on the steps of the main entrance, but felt inexplicably not at all relaxed.

That's right, after he finished expressing his gratitude and the company's loss appraisal report came out, he would have no reason to stay in Wei Zhuoyan's life anymore.

The tracks of the two do not intersect, and this 5-year marathon should also come to an end.

So... What exactly is it that makes him gradually feel inexplicable impatience.

It's like eagerly wanting to hold a fistful of sand that has been picked up with great difficulty, but can only watch it pass away little by little.

That's right.

He does want to grab something.

However, the specific content he wants to grasp, he can't find out now.

When Wei Zhuoyan stepped into the waiting room of the fire station, Jin Yang was lying on a dilapidated and faded three-seater sofa like a lazy cat.

Deliberately stepping squarely, Wei Zhuoyan cleared his throat, and strolled towards the other party as if the leader was inspecting him.

Sure enough, hearing the sound of footsteps that were as steady as Mount Tai, someone on the sofa immediately shrank his shoulders and staggered up and down.

Just after finishing his clothes, he noticed Wei Zhuoyan's face with a teasing smile in his field of vision, and Jin Yang immediately smacked his lips in discouragement: "Damn old Wei, can you stop scaring people?"

"Why, do you pay attention only when the leader comes over?" Wei Zhuoyan said in an unhurried manner, intentionally putting his tone down like an old pedant, "Good comrades should strengthen their sense of crisis in normal times, and in the face of emergencies at any time—"

"I'll go to Xingxing, Lord Captain, to understand." He waved to Wei Zhuoyan, and Jin Yang sighed.

Not intending to torment this kid anymore, Wei Zhuoyan smiled and showed a pair of delicate canine teeth: "Okay Jin Yang, you go to rest, I will be on duty next."

"By the way, old Wei, that 'Mr. Xiao' just now has left?" Jin Yang followed over, staring at Wei Zhuoyan with one hand in his pocket and smiling, "Who is he looking for?"

Wei Zhuoyan looked at someone's face full of gossip intentions, lowered his voice and sighed helplessly: "Look for me."

"Really?" Jin Yang's teasing tone changed sharply, and the corners of his lips overflowing with smile lines suddenly encountered an ice age.

He just stared at Wei Zhuoyan's gloomy eyes for a while, and couldn't help but smack his lips: "So he really has been looking for you for 5 years?"

"Yes." Reaching out to rub the ends of his hair, Wei Zhuoyan sank into the sofa and shook his head.

"No, you should be happy about this." Jin Yang also sat down beside him, boldly stretched out his hand and slapped him on the shoulder, "The crowd is grateful, aren't you happy?"

His shoulders were sore from Jin Yang's beating, Wei Zhuoyan frowned and bared his teeth, but didn't say anything.

Seeing that he had nothing to say, Jin Yang was still a little puzzled.

After obediently waiting by the side for a while, he answered again: "Old Wei, what's wrong with you?"

Leaning back on the sofa, Wei Zhuoyan stared at the ceiling, meditating thoughtfully.

I don't know how long it took before he said slowly: "Jin Yang, do you have a feeling—"

"what?"

Staring at the zenith lamp, Wei Zhuoyan paused for a while before speaking: "It's been a long time, don't we deserve their thanks?"

"Huh?" Dazed for a moment, Jin Yang artistically tied his brows into a knot.

After digesting Wei Zhuoyan's logic for a while, he expressed that he couldn't understand it, and said in frustration, "It's not worth it? Why? When we rushed in to save people, weren't we prepared to trade one life for another?"

"That's not what I meant." Wei Zhuoyan closed his eyes, "I mean - I don't deserve their personal thanks."

"You, don't be so advanced, speak plain Chinese."

"It means——" Wei Zhuoyan sat up straight suddenly, staring at Jin Yang with intense eyes, "—when we saved people, it was entirely out of human instinct and responsibility, but for them, it was out of gratitude. Your personal mood."

"Uh, then?"

"Let me ask you, can you guarantee that you can remember everyone you saved?"

"I,..." Jin Yang wanted to blurt out "Yes", but he abruptly turned a corner after speaking, "I—at least remember some of their names."

"So it's not everyone, is it?"

"That is, how could I remember so many people one by one!"

"But they are different. To thank you, I must remember you personally." Looking down, Wei Zhuoyan stretched out his hand to his forehead, "You know, I can't remember him very much."

"Uh?"

"Mr. Xiao." Shaking his head, Wei Zhuoyan had a wry smile on his face, "I don't really remember that I saved him."

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