atypical dependency

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In the evening, Xiao Yi didn't get off work as usual because the company had something to do.

Although he was worried about the agreement with Wei Zhuoyan at night, he failed to complete the company affairs ahead of schedule. When he got off work, he didn't ask Yan Tian to drive him, but drove to the fire station himself.

After racing all the way, when he arrived at the destination, Xiao Yi was nearly 40 minutes behind the agreed time.

Parked the car across the street from the fire station, and when Xiao Yi leaned out to get out of the car, the gale immediately took advantage of the gap, wrapping the typical predatory greetings in winter and blowing towards his face.

Xiao Yi hastily wrapped her coat tightly, frowning as she looked at the space glowing with yellow light at the entrance of the fire station's communication room across the street, and instinctively quickened her pace. The green belt dotted outside the communication room in summer is now also decorated with the cold winter night There was such a gloomy smell.

Although he had sent a text message to Wei Zhuoyan in advance that he would be late, but after all, he never thought that he would be so late, and Xiao Yi felt guilty, especially after he stepped on the road, he was not taken care of by the street lights by the wall outside the reception room. In the shadow of his body, he caught a figure standing against the wall, as if trying to blend into the darkness.

Startled for a moment, Xiao Yi fixed his eyes, and his steps became more urgent.

Wei Zhuoyan put his hands in the thick black down jacket and looked down at the ground. He didn't know what he was thinking about. At this moment, most of his slender figure was scraped off by the shadows, and he seemed to have lost his usual serious and solid sense of height, especially Xiao Yi who was walking across the street at this moment. It seemed that in just one afternoon, the other party was already haggard, almost swallowed by the haze under the low wall.

"I'm sorry, I'm late because of something." Xiao Yi frowned and explained when he rushed to Wei Zhuoyan's side, "I don't know if you saw the text message."

Hearing the sudden voice, Wei Zhuoyan's blunt body that was almost perfectly integrated with the wall seemed to be injected with some vitality. He slowly raised his head and glanced at Xiao Yi, as if he didn't notice anything wrong, he nodded in response: "I see."

"How long have you been waiting?" Wei Zhuoyan took a hasty look at him. Although the light was abnormally dim, it was still not difficult for him to recognize the frozen red color on the other's face that had stood in the night wind for a long time.

"Just came out." The breath from the corners of his lips immediately formed a cloud of white mist in the air, Wei Zhuoyan straightened up from the wall, with no extra expression on his face.

Looking at the other party's eyebrows that were about to frost, Xiao Yi understood that the other party did not want him to feel guilty for being late.

After a moment of silence, Xiao Yi raised his head to look at the man with dull eyes, and faintly felt a twitch in his heart.

The other party had lost all his usual heroic vigor, and now he was like a stuck and rusted instrument. Xiao Yi asked and answered each sentence, and it was so hard that the parts would collapse in the next second.

The other party's sense of loss and bewilderment is already clear in a few words.

After communicating for a while, Xiao Yi fell silent.

He knew that ever since what happened in the hospital in the afternoon, Wei Zhuoyan's heart had been empty.

The other party is not usually talkative, sometimes making jokes makes Xiao Yi feel difficult to deal with, but at this moment Wei Zhuoyan is so silent that one can't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Wei Zhuoyan's expression didn't change as if he wanted to scour all the temperature around him, but Xiao Yi had the illusion that he was standing next to an upright coffin.

The man who had always been resolute and rushed forward in the face of danger was so taciturn in front of him at this moment, Xiao Yi felt the sourness and distress aroused in the afternoon surged out again without hesitation, bit by bit to drive away the pain he had found so hard before. to the balance.

If the other party complained or vented in pain, Xiao Yi might not feel at a loss.

The most terrible thing is the other party's expression of swallowing everything in one go, as if nothing happened.

Xiao Yi understands that Wei Zhuoyan has long been used to this "post-disaster" state.

But at this moment, he felt inexplicably frustrated by the strength of the man in front of him.

After silently observing in front of Wei Zhuoyan for a while, without warning, Xiao Yi stretched out his hand and grabbed the wrist of the man standing on the side of the street, leading him across the street with strides, and almost savagely stuffed that long body into the passenger seat.

The moment he hit the car seat, a rare surprise flashed across Wei Zhuoyan's face.

When Xiao Yi kicked the gas pedal to go down, Wei Zhuoyan smiled wryly, and joked out of place: "Why, are you trying to rob?"

With his eyes fixed on the road ahead, Xiao Yi walked for a while with no expression on his face before saying in a deep voice, "You've been waiting outside for a long time, haven't you?"

The heating in the car was very good, and soon began to smudge clouds of fog on the car windows. Xiao Yi turned on the hot air to disperse the fog on the front windshield, and glanced sideways at Wei Zhuoyan, his deep and abnormal eyes were full of aggressive inquiries smell.

Startled for a moment, Wei Zhuoyan turned his head to look at Xiao Yi.

However, the surprise quickly faded away, and he turned his head sideways to look at the window without a word, as if he had begun to have a strong interest in the fog and water marks that were gradually falling off the window.

After waiting for a while and seeing that Wei Zhuoyan didn't speak again, Xiao Yi also stopped asking.

He would want to call Wei Zhuoyan out alone, not only because he didn't want this man who had just lost his dear one to suffer alone, but also because he had some selfish motives.

Subconsciously, he felt sorry for the other party and wanted to comfort him in his own way.

He knew that in this case, he had no position in terms of words, so the matter of "pacifying" became a special situation that was complicated and difficult to grasp.

Although the car was stable, the speed also increased a little bit.

Wei Zhuoyan could feel the urgency of his body being gradually pressed against the back of the chair.

After waiting for a while, he stretched out his hand and stroked his face vigorously, his knuckles turned white, as if he wanted to directly peel off the skin that was attacked by the cold, and he sighed: "Xiao Yi, didn't I tell you this afternoon?" His tone was full of helplessness, he frowned and looked at the flashing car lights on the road ahead, "I'm fine."

Xiao Yi did not respond to Wei Zhuoyan's almost self-suggestive remarks.

Just let the silence fill the journey back to the villa, when Xiao Yi brought Wei Zhuoyan to the door of the house, the silence had escalated into a tacit understanding between the two.

The contact time is not short, and the two parties have long been accustomed to their respective ways of leaving blank socially, so they are not surprised and let it develop.

In the past two years of knowing Xiao Yi, Wei Zhuoyan understands the other party's dedication to this friendship with him. The other party is a reliable and responsible man. , there is a rare thoughtfulness in the details.

He fully understands the other party's consideration for him.

But to be honest, he really didn't think the other party could do anything to appease him about his mother.

Having been to Xiao Yi's house a few times before, what impressed Wei Zhuoyan the most was the overwhelming decorative black color, apart from the extravagant extra space of those rooms.Judging from the decoration of Xiao Yi's house, it is not difficult for Wei Zhuoyan to guess that the boy's favorite color is black. Of course, he teased the other party a few times, but the man always denied it solemnly, and said in a straight-forward way that "black is better with things, and the decoration doesn't need to be considered." Too much color factor".

Wei Zhuoyan said that entering Xiao Yi's house had the illusion of traveling through space, and even the walls of the bathroom were all marble black. This kind of creepy feeling, like digging a black hole in the universe, was really unpleasant.

Of course, Xiao Yi's rebuttal position is usually much more elegant, from color theory to room decoration, he can explain a lot of impeccable explanations to Wei Zhuoyan.

Sometimes Wei Zhuoyan felt a sense of frustration just looking at Xiao Yi's face, the other party usually spoke calmly and eloquently, leaving a couple of finishing touches from time to time in a fresh and natural place - without giving him any chance to "argue".

This time when he came to Xiao Yi's house, Wei Zhuoyan felt an inexplicable sense of irony.

Wear white for domestic funerals, and black for foreign funerals.

According to foreign practice, Xiao Yi's whole room has a sense of mourning hall setting.

As soon as Wei Zhuoyan entered the door, his complexion became more gloomy, and his whole body was almost entangled in a huge lingering cloud.

Xiao Yi didn't say anything, and when he entered the room, he first handed Wei Zhuoyan hot coffee to warm him up, then asked him to wait on the first floor, and went directly to the corner stairs to the second floor.

Holding a cup of steaming coffee, Wei Zhuoyan stood awkwardly in the living room of Xiao Yi's house, staring at his own image reflected in the embedded TV screen on the wall.

When he returned to the bureau from the hospital in the afternoon, he was thinking about his mother's funeral while trying to deal with other work matters.

Of course, other comrades in the bureau persuaded him to take a longer leave to adjust, and his shift time will be replaced by others.

Wei Zhuoyan naturally refused.

In order to prevent his teammates from forcibly kicking him home from the game and resting for several days in a row, he would allow Xiao Yi to come out to "relax", which is also a kind of compromise.

After standing in the living room for a while, there was still no movement from Xiao Yi upstairs, and the somewhat bored Wei Zhuoyan strolled casually in Xiao Yi's living room.

There are many old and expensive wines in the wine cabinet next to the wall. Wei Zhuoyan is holding a cup of coffee and squinting to identify the names of the wines that he doesn't usually touch. He accidentally kicks to a short table not far from the sofa.

Naturally, a stack of irregular documents piled up on the low table was scattered.

Frowning, Wei Zhuoyan took a sip of his hot coffee and sighed, feeling a burst of frustration at his lame actions.

After putting down the coffee, he squatted down and patiently picked up the documents. His mind couldn't resist the image of Xiao Yi crossing his legs and leaning on the sofa to read the documents.

Shaking his head, Wei Zhuoyan was about to force a weak smile, but when his eyes fell on a piece of paper in his hand, he couldn't help being slightly startled.

After pinching the paper to identify it for a moment, his expression gradually changed, and his eyes immediately became a little dazed.

He fiddled with the remaining stacks of papers, and his previously suspicious face was immediately replaced by a look of surprise.

After reading each line carefully, he was shocked and at the same time didn't know how to describe the feelings hovering in his heart——

Scattered in front of him were several thank-you letters he had written to the anonymous sender in the Bureau a long time ago.

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