atypical dependency

The following atmosphere seemed to be poured into a pool of spring water, and it was natural to be happy.

It felt like the sealing plug that blocked the memory channel was suddenly pulled out. Wei Zhuoyan found a fulcrum, and then carefully walked in the flame of memory with this as the center, carefully harvesting the afterimages.

During the conversation, Xiao Yi looked at Wei Zhuoyan in a different way again, his eyes seemed to be rippling with the brilliant colors of the Northern Lights, listening to the other party steadily talk about some things he didn't understand after the other party went out with him who finally passed out on his back Memory blank——

For example, Wei Zhuoyan, who was carrying him on his back at the bottom of the stairs, was almost hit by falling stones; for example, the child on the 17th floor who was trapped with Xiao Yi was also successfully rescued; for example...

In Wei Zhuoyan's peaceful and calm voice, the heavy atmosphere of death gradually faded away from the dark feeling.

Xiao Yi stared at the opponent's dark eyes, and all he could think of was the firm appearance of the opponent trying to protect him when he was lying on the opponent's strong shoulders.

During the whole process, he rarely interrupted, just staring straight at Wei Zhuoyan, with his concentrated expression, fluttering lips, and canine teeth showing his face from time to time.

Wei Zhuoyan's smile was not exaggerated, it was natural and gentle, but it was this kind of calmness that never ceased, but made Xiao Yi feel inexplicably distracted by a glimpse of his mind.

Unable to bear it, he followed his instinct to indulge, and it wasn't until Wei Zhuoyan stopped talking for a moment that he realized that he had been in a daze for a long time.

Smiling at the other party embarrassingly, he exchanged some emotions with the other party when he was trapped in the fire scene, and then lowered his face and began to eat in a serious manner.

Wei Zhuoyan still maintained an efficient and fast eating speed, and Xiao Yi inexplicably thought of the unrestrained style of an anonymous knight-errant in ancient times with a flute, a sword and a pot of wine.

Unknowingly cooperating with Wei Zhuoyan, Xiao Yi also sped up a bit, put down the existing elegance to finish the meal, chatted with Wei Zhuoyan some more, then got up and left.

After leaving the building, although Wei Zhuoyan expressed that he wanted to go back by himself, Xiao Yi still insisted on sending him off.

In the end, Wei Zhuoyan couldn't hold back Xiao Yi, and he didn't want to give him too much face, so he agreed.

Yan Tian was driving in front, Xiao Yi and Wei Zhuoyan were sitting in the bright rear seats, and the winter wind was blowing in from the slightly opened window panels.

The winter in V City is soothing and gentle, but these two days have been uncharacteristically cold. Not only has the snow lingered, but the temperature has continued to stay below zero and refuses to turn back.

I don't know if it was a little bit cold, but the atmosphere in the car was a little stalemate again, and the harmony covered by the sun at the previous dinner was swallowed up by the shadows in the car again.

Wei Zhuoyan looked sideways out of the window, and his sight fell on the passing vehicles and people on the road. The unscattered snow powder reflected the light from the sky and cast crystals, giving people the illusion that the stars were falling.

Xiao Yi sat on the other side about a person away from him.

It wasn't intentional to keep a distance, it's just that when Wei Zhuoyan came up first, he subconsciously rubbed against the window, and Xiao Yi just came up to the car door, and inadvertently separated them a bit.

The atmosphere remained silent.

It wasn't until Yan Tian drove that he was less than a few streets away from the fire station that Wei Zhuoyan suddenly heard Xiao Yiyou's deep voice on the other side: "Captain Wei chose this job at first, and his family still supported him, right?"

Wei Zhuoyan was slightly taken aback.

At the dinner just now, the two of them were discussing earnestly about work-related matters, and when they suddenly switched to the private mode, he still hadn't turned around a bit.

Recalling the time when he met Xiao Yi in the hospital some time ago, Wei Zhuoyan smiled wryly, and looked sideways at him: "It's okay."

As far as he is concerned now, Bian Yue, who is about to become a family member, is no longer around, his mother is hospitalized again, and he often forgets that he has participated in firefighting work, and the man who divorced his mother when he was 14 years old and started a new family , Every year during the Chinese New Year, I send a greeting card to come over and be polite.

—nobody really said they didn't want him in the job.

Even Bian Yue only stumbled and expressed her thoughts when their marriage came to an end.

——He couldn't think of anyone who had seriously mentioned his disapproval in words.

After leaving these words for a long time, Wei Zhuoyan suddenly heard a sigh from Xiao Yi.

Puzzled and frowning, he stared at it subconsciously, but happened to meet Xiao Yi's sweeping gaze, and was instantly caught by the other's piercing gaze. Wei Zhuoyan looked sideways in embarrassment, and shrugged his shoulders.

"Wei's family is quite open-minded." Xiao Yi looked at the other's uncomfortable profile, but didn't mean to look away. "After all, this job is quite dangerous and requires a lot of effort."

Wei Zhuoyan twitched the corner of his lower lip in response to the occasion.

He knew that Xiao Yi's "devotion" was a euphemism.

The real description should be to put your life on the muzzle of the gun and be ready to go out and charge at any time.

"If you were my family—" Xiao Yi turned his face away, his eyes jumped out of the window and fell on the side of the road that flashed by, "I probably won't agree."

When Wei Zhuoyan heard these words, a flash of surprise flashed across his face.

This time, instead of staring at Xiao Yi's profile, he didn't know how to start a conversation.

"I'm really relieved to have found you. If I can't find you again—I guess I'll consider checking the list of victims." Wei Zhuoyan was in a daze, but saw Xiao Yi turn his face again. This time, yes His facial expression changed from the remoteness before to serious, his gaze carried an indescribable strength, as if he wanted to engrave his own words on Wei Zhuoyan's body, he paused every word, "Thank you for being alive."

Most people would probably feel embarrassed when they hear such serious words.

However, Wei Zhuoyan felt such a prick in his ear, followed by an overwhelming sense of heaviness.

The other party made no secret of what he thought he had become accustomed to at work.

When they charged into battle, those heroes seemed to have no fear of death, but they were not really fearless in their hearts.

Fearlessness is just a state of getting used to fear.

Having been a firefighter for so many years, Wei Zhuoyan understood that that kind of fear just became a familiar greeting before going out on a mission, a normal state carved into his bones.

Some people praise the selflessness of firefighters, and it is often reported that when some firefighters wake up after the battle, the first thing they think about is whether the wounded are rescued or not.

Of course Wei Zhuoyan understood that it was because before rushing into the battlefield, all the fears were forcibly turned into the motivation to fight and the eagerness to save people——

Because if you don't, fear will rule everything.

They are ordinary people, not deified life-saving beings. They also have joys, sorrows, sorrows, and melancholy.

Faced with the thanks of the family members of the rescued, it is their duty to respond warmly;

In the face of many family members of the victims who vented all their anger on the firefighters, they could only accept it in silence.

Wei Zhuoyan understands that he and his teammates can only learn to face the sadness and hardships behind them through the life and death they have witnessed for a long time.

Living is a luxury for them.

Because they don't know when they will be called by the mission, it will be the last time they enjoy this privilege.

Wei Zhuoyan didn't know how to put these words in front of Xiao Yi.

So after a thousand words, he just nodded at the other party, and a smile replaced everything.

Not wanting this man who was a few years younger than him to frequently emphasize his "achievements", Wei Zhuoyan gradually relaxed his expression, and directly changed the subject: "Mr. The insurance company’s risk and loss assessment before compensation can be negotiated.”

"Oh, that's good." Xiao Yi's face lit up, "You guys are very efficient."

Wei Zhuoyan smiled heartily.

While talking, Yan Tian's car had already driven to the door of the fire station.

Wei Zhuoyan told Xiao Yi that he was quite full after this meal, but in turn thanked Xiao Yi for his hard work.

Before getting out of the car, he looked at Xiao Yi and said solemnly: "Mr. Xiao, if you have any follow-up questions about the accident identification, you can contact us again. We will consider re-investigating according to the situation."

"Okay." Xiao Yi pursed his lower lip.

"That's it, Mr. Xiao, I'm going back first, and I'll see you later." When Wei Zhuoyan said this, he even had a feeling that their intersection might really end in these two days.

When he moved his shoulders and was about to close the car door, he suddenly heard the man who was still sitting in the car call hurriedly: "Captain Wei."

Opening the door again, Wei Zhuoyan bowed his body and leaned in, looking straight at Xiao Yi to express his willingness to listen.

"From now on, just call me Xiao Yi." His expression was softer than before, and Xiao Yi's dark eyes covered Wei Zhuoyan's face, appearing extremely focused.

As if he hadn't quite reacted yet, the other party called him to stop him just to talk about it, Wei Zhuoyan froze on the edge of the door and was a little dazed.

He paused for a moment before opening his mouth: "Oh good." In order to show that he understood the spirit, he repeated the previous words a little awkwardly, "Then, uh, Xiao Yi, I... I'm going first."

This is how the efficient execution of leadership orders comes from.

However, Wei Zhuoyan felt inexplicably awkward when he said it.

The two called "Mr. Xiao" can still be casual acquaintances, usually just say hello and turn around and leave.

But once it becomes commensurate with the name, it will completely turn from the workplace to the private field.

Xiao Yi looked straight at him with a smile on his lips.

Wei Zhuoyan straightened up again.

But just as he was about to close the car door, he felt that there were some things that should be reciprocated, so he simply lowered his head and leaned into the car again: "President Xiao can call me Zhuo Yan from now on, that's what all my colleagues call me."

Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes, as if hinting at something.

Wei Zhuoyan looked at the other person's eyes, and suddenly realized: "Oh, I mean Xiao Yi."

"Okay." Xiao Yi nodded.

After closing the car door, Wei Zhuoyan calmly beckoned to him through the window, then quickly turned around and trotted in the direction of the reception room where the fire station must pass.

Watching Wei Zhuoyan's back go away, Xiao Yi's previously controlled expression relaxed a little bit.

A smile like a spring flower floated on the corner of his lips, and he shook his head to himself.

——President Xiao will just call me Zhuo Yan from now on, that's what all my colleagues call me. ——

Originally, the purpose of matching names was to increase familiarity.

As a result, the calm man agreed in a tone as if he was reporting work to the leader, which really made people feel helpless.

But in this kind of helplessness, it seems that there is something about the other party's...cuteness?

While thinking about the communication with Wei Zhuoyan, Xiao Yi softened his eyes and signaled Yan Tian to drive.

For some reason, on the way back to the company, he inexplicably felt quite comfortable.

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