atypical dependency

Wei Zhuoyan's skills were as expected.

It didn't take long for Xiao Yi and the opponent to fight each other, and then he was beaten back. When blocking the ball, Wei Zhuoyan's dazzling cross-steps, skillful hand-changing dribbles, and perfect fake moves all made Xiao Yi feel fresh and new.

The fast-paced offense seemed to make Xiao Yi feel like he couldn't defend against it. At the end of the first round, Wei Zhuoyan jumped up and made a perfect pull bar and slam dunk to end the confrontation.

Although it has been many years since he played basketball so seriously, Xiao Yi still has to admire this man who is older than him but moves fast.

The opponent is indeed a strong opponent.

Naturally, losing the first match was no excuse for Xiao Yiyan's defeat.

After going back and forth, the competitive spirit still prevailed. Looking at Wei Zhuoyan's cheeky but cheerful smile, his instinctive feeling was only three words—conquer him.

Wei Zhuoyan was taller than him, and crossed his hands as if there was no gap to penetrate when intercepting, but Xiao Yi lowered his body, concentrated his energy, and his eyes were shining like a night wolf. While recalling the various fast-paced games in college, he searched for Fast break opportunity in front of you.

In the end, Wei Zhuoyan won the first two rounds with an advantage. The two sides were sweating profusely, breathless, laughing and analyzing each other's tactics.

Xiao Yi's white shirt was already soaked in sweat, the cuffs rolled up to the elbows were heavy, and the tips of his hair were sticking to his forehead. He looked up at Wei Zhuoyan, who was standing not far away holding the ball, showing his victorious canine teeth, looking like a king. The appearance of returning glory.

The front of the opponent's tight-fitting T-shirt can already be seen to be soaked in sweat. Beads of sweat slide down the opponent's jaw and neck, clearly outlining the clavicle, and slightly moving the Adam's apple.

The exhausted appearance after the match was quite normal, but Xiao Yi forcibly saw the ambiguous taste that made people feel uneasy. Facing Wei Zhuoyan's seductive chest dangling in front of him, he turned his face dryly, but still had to work hard. Pretend to be a gentleman.

To be honest, in the face of physical temptation, it is really not easy for a man to pretend to be calm.

Especially, the opposite is the person I like.

Covering up the sweat on his face with one arm, Xiao Yi tore open his neckline, rubbed his wet hair, and said to Wei Zhuoyan, "I lost."

All he can think about now is no longer the momentary victory on the court. Facing Wei Zhuoyan, whose nose is messy and cheeks are red from exercise, he feels that he can barely control his thoughts in his brain, and his willpower can no longer be used as a strong word. describe.

His smile subsided a bit, Wei Zhuoyan walked towards Xiao Yi from the opposite side with the ball in his arms, and said modestly, "I just happen to be wearing sneakers." Glancing at Xiao Yi's formal trousers and leather shoes, he smiled wryly, "This is how you win , it’s really not glorious.”

Xiao Yi looked up to meet the other party's happy gaze, and smiled with relief: "If you lose, you lose, and I won't make excuses for myself."

"The main reason is to play ball again, to get back to how I used to feel." Wei Zhuoyan looked at Xiao Yitan, "Now I feel that if I don't move anymore, my old arms and legs will rust."

"You? Old arms and old legs?" Xiao Yi recalled the heroic appearance of the other party when he broke into the fire, and couldn't help shaking his head, "Captain Wei, if you say that, I don't know how many people in your team have to retire."

A bright smile flashed in Wei Zhuoyan's eyes, and he stretched out his hand to wrap Xiao Yi's shoulders, and dragged Xiao Yi to him, jokingly said, "That sounds good!"

Just let Wei Zhuoyan put one arm on his shoulders like a grape trellis, Xiao Yi and the other party chatted and walked back.

Every minute and every second he spends with Wei Zhuoyan, he can feel an indescribable joy, like a fish in water, like a long drought and rain, like a partner who trusts and relies on each other, like...

He didn't take the last "like" again, and the thought just flashed in his mind and disappeared.

At night, we went back to the fire station with Wei Zhuoyan, and when we saw him off, he listened to that man's future "ball appointment" with himself, and the smile on his face was like a rare and bright snow lotus on a snow mountain, the color is light and elegant but it makes people feel a sense of saying no. Unidentified tenacious vitality.

When another winter comes in V City, Xiao Yi and Wei Zhuoyan are already close friends.

When the two men are free from work, they will always make appointments to get together, sometimes at the stadium, sometimes at the bar, sometimes at the hospital, and they will stroll to a nearby home-cooked restaurant for a meal.

Yan Tian found that Xiao Yi's mood was much clearer than before, and he gradually became more tolerant towards his subordinates. Within a year, the former Bingshan Xiao in the company seemed to have never appeared before. The "Ice Age" recalled can still look unimaginable, because as far as they currently see, Mr. Xiao is definitely a gentle, gentle and very friendly man.

The accident with Wei Zhuoyan's mother happened in the second year of their acquaintance.

Wei Zhuoyan, who was on a mission at the time, received a notification from the hospital that his mother had another heart attack.

However, he was trying his best to rescue the masses and insisted on pulling the last person out of the fire before rushing to the hospital, but it was too late, and his mother had died.

When Xiao Yi received the notice and rushed to the hospital, Wei Zhuoyan was sitting silently on the bench outside the ward.

He was wearing a dirty firefighter suit, his face and hands were black with smoke, his shoulders were deeply sunken, his back arched as if he was going to break the entire spine, his empty vision was floating on the ground, and he was out of his mind as if he had been summoned by the ghost world.

For a moment, Xiao Yi felt that what was sitting there was not Wei Zhuoyan, but a hollowed out body.

He walked up to the other side in a deep voice, sat down without saying a word, looked sideways at the other side, and didn't know what to say for a while.

He believed that Wei Zhuoyan had seen too much about things like death, but when this kind of thing really happened to his relatives, the kind of personal impact could still knock people to pieces.

So he didn't open his mouth to say any self-righteous words of comfort, but just sat in silence.

He understands that having someone by his side is worth more than a thousand words that are powerless.

After sitting beside Wei Zhuoyan silently for a long time, Xiao Yi saw the man react slightly.

The other party turned his head in his direction, a pair of bloodshot chaotic eyes looked at Xiao Yi, and said hoarsely: "Here we come."

Nodding to Wei Zhuoyan, Xiao Yi stretched out a hand to cover Wei Zhuoyan's shoulder and patted him.

Looking at the ground again, Wei Zhuoyan clasped a pair of rough hands together, unconsciously rolling them back and forth.

I don't know if it was because the back of the opponent's hand was dirty, but Xiao Yi felt that he saw a lot of wounds with cracks. He was silent for a while, and couldn't help reaching out and grabbing the opponent's wrist, staring at the fingertips of the opponent and frowning: "You—— Just finished the mission?"

Ren Xiaoyi clenched his wrist, Wei Zhuoyan didn't respond, his eyes continued to wander on the white marble floor of the hospital.

After waiting for a while, Xiao Yi suddenly felt that his question was very stupid. After all, the other party didn't even have time to change their uniforms, and there was no suspense that they rushed over from the scene.

There was an urge to wrap Wei Zhuoyan's big hand into his own, but he held it reluctantly for a while, then let it go calmly.Suddenly feeling unprecedented tightness in the chest, Xiao Yi turned his face sideways and sighed silently.

The two of them were bathed in the breath of death that enveloped the corridor for a long time before Xiao Yi heard the people around him say again: "I didn't have time."

"..."

"I didn't have time to say the last word to her." The tone was very calm, but Xiao Yi noticed that the man with broad shoulders actually trembled slightly.

His chest was hot as if it had been scorched by a raging flame, and Xiao Yi's eyebrows and eyes were unusually deep.

Arched body, Wei Zhuoyan leaned his elbows against his knees, and slowly covered his cheek with a big dirty hand, like a wounded beast, let out a burst of suppressed, deep and unusually choked sobs from his throat.

Xiao Yi had never heard such a hoarse and unfamiliar voice from Wei Zhuoyan, and Xiao Yi sat beside him with a complex expression, the burning pain ravaged from his heart to the zenith little by little.

The man who had always been upright and carried everything by himself instantly looked like a downcast person who had lost his support. Even though he deeply restrained the surging pain, the intermittent sobbing seemed to make the listener fall into silence.

Xiao Yi, who saw it in his eyes, felt that his nerves of restraint were breaking down bit by bit.

Not far away, there were people sitting and standing in the corridor, and many fire fighters who followed Wei Zhuoyan, but out of respect for the captain, everyone just cast worried eyes in this direction, and did not surround them.

Wei Zhuoyan's shoulders were almost sunken into his chest, and the deep sobbing gradually disappeared, leaving only the trembling that made people look very distressed.

After watching silently for a while, Xiao Yi didn't hesitate any longer, and wrapped his arms around Wei Zhuoyan's shoulders without hesitation.

Pressing the opponent's head into the socket of his neck forcefully, his chin rested on the top of the opponent's hair, and his fingertips penetrated into Wei Zhuoyan's thick and dark hair, and tightened it gently.

Wei Zhuoyan's shoulders trembled, but he didn't raise his head.

Little by little the tip of his nose was buried into Wei Zhuoyan's hair, Xiao Yi's expression gradually turned painful, and he closed his eyes little by little.

At this moment, feeling the trembling that the person in his arms tried to restrain, he hoped that all this could be transferred to himself, let him bear the pain, let him help the other person to heal everything.

Unlike him, the other party has felt the love of his biological mother.

But he was an abandoned son, a burden abandoned by his biological mother.

These pains should be let him bear. He, who didn't know what blood is thicker than water, can probably endure it without pain or itching.

At least for now, he thinks so.

He wanted a way to calm the surging pain in his arms.

Mother Wei's body was temporarily sent to the mortuary, and Wei Zhuoyan had to deal with the rest by himself.

Finally, when Wei Zhuoyan stood up from the bench again, his face regained his former composure and tranquility, and Xiao Yi's face next to him became even more gloomy.

Going over to tell his comrades not to worry about him, and thanking them for their concern, Wei Zhuoyan continued to assign the following tasks like a captain, and sent his comrades back.

In the end, when Xiao Yi was the only one left in the corridor, Wei Zhuoyan, whose face was full of post-disaster dust, glanced sideways at him, nodded tiredly at him, and then walked towards the corner of the corridor on his own.

"Zhuo Yan."

Staring at the man's thick back, Xiao Yi called out in a deep voice.

This is the first time in the past two years that he has called him that in a serious manner.

Wei Zhuoyan's footsteps froze, but he didn't turn his head.

"Are you free tonight?" Wen Ran asked, Xiao Yi's eyes were firm.

"..." With his back to Xiao Yi, Wei Zhuoyan didn't respond.

"Can you come out?" Xiao Yi walked slowly to Wei Zhuoyan's side, looked at him seriously, "I'll take you somewhere."

Closing his eyes, Wei Zhuoyan said wearily, "Where are you going?"

Looking at the exhausted face of the man, Xiao Yi felt his heart being stabbed by something again.

His gaze became sharper, and he said seriously, "My family."

Wei Zhuoyan heaved a long sigh, turned his head to look at Xiao Yi, a helpless smile slid across his lips: "Xiao Yi, thank you for your kindness." As if guessing Xiao Yi's intentions, he pursed his lower lip, Putting his hand into the pocket of the fireman's uniform, "You don't need to comfort me, I—" He paused, his eyes dimmed inadvertently, "—I've been used to it for a long time."

"Anyway, just come." Xiao Yi patted Wei Zhuoyan's shoulder with one hand, restraining the urge to hug him tightly, "I'll wait for you."

After a long silence, Wei Zhuoyan nodded: "Okay, I understand."

The author has something to say: Dear friends, C will not be able to update the text normally from tomorrow until the 22nd.

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