atypical dependency

When Xiao Yi took a shower in the bathroom on the second floor and went down to the first floor, Wei Zhuoyan had already changed into clean clothes and was standing in front of the wine cabinet with a cup of hot water, seriously studying something.

The other party was wearing the shirt and pajamas that Xiao Yi had found for him, and his whole person's style had undergone an earth-shaking change, so that when Xiao Yi walked in front of the other party, he couldn't help but stare intently.

The usual Wei Zhuoyan always looks straight and resolute, but wearing Xiao Yi's slightly tight white-collar shirt and dark pajama pants, the whole person looks much softer, with a bit of elegance .After taking a bath, the tips of Wei Zhuoyan's hair looked black and soft, complementing the already outstanding facial contours with a hint of hidden temptation. The smoothness of sticking to the other party's neck.

Naturally, he didn't know how the man with a saintly face was harboring evil intentions. Seeing him coming down, Wei Zhuoyan raised his chin habitually, and said in a deep voice, "Did you finish washing?"

Xiao Yi nodded, and changed the subject absent-mindedly: "If you are sleepy, you can go to sleep first, you can-sleep next to me." He said that he was lucky enough to blurt out "You can sleep with me" without biting his tongue .

Wei Zhuoyan glanced up at the second floor, and asked in surprise, "Have you prepared the room so soon?" After speaking, he realized that the money-burning house of Xiao Yi's house naturally cannot lack rooms, so he couldn't help it. Shaking his head self-deprecatingly, "Pretend I didn't ask."

The two men strolled to the balcony of the living room and opened the window. Although the room was well heated, the night wind that invaded for a moment immediately reminded them of the freezing weather outside.

Wei Zhuoyan took advantage of the opportunity and half closed the wide open window, leaning on the window rail and looking at the dim street lamps not far outside, a little lost in thought.

Leaning halfway against the window, with his back to the window rail, Xiao Yi put his hands in his pockets, glanced at Wei Zhuoyan with a serious face and said, "How are you, are you in a better mood?"

"Mood?" Wei Zhuoyan sighed, arched his body slightly, put his elbows on the window sill, and deeply imprinted the yellow light spot outside like the center of the universe on his pupils, "What mood can I have?"

Xiao Yi fell silent.

The two of them listened to the slight friction sound of the wind passing through the narrow window, and each refreshed a new round of tacit blank space.

This state lasted for a short while, Xiao Yi turned around and moved closer to Wei Zhuoyan's side, his shoulders pressed against Wei Zhuoyan intentionally or unintentionally, his gaze also fell on the soft street lights outside the window, and said softly: "Do you want to talk?" .”

The light in Wei Zhuoyan's eyes dimmed.

After being silent for a while, he propped himself up from the window sill, turned to stare at Xiao Yi, his gaze was quite direct: "I've been thinking about one thing."

Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows and listened attentively.

"Think about what she said to me in the end." With a wry smile, Wei Zhuoyan's eyebrows deepened.

Xiao Yi waited for the next article.

"She told me that she wanted me to take her back to her hometown to see the few pomegranate trees she planted in front of the door." Wei Zhuoyan clasped his big rough hands slightly, and opened his eyes sideways, looking at the thick and abnormal night outside, his voice became more and more dim , "She felt that staying in the hospital was too boring."

Wei Zhuoyan blinked more frequently, Xiao Yi watched carefully, and noticed some imperceptible tears flickering in the other's eyes.

"You know what I said to her." Wei Zhuoyan chuckled heavily, with clear self-loathing, "I said I was too busy to go back with her, and I'll think of a way after my work is over."

Xiao Yi's face was sullen, and his shoulders completely leaned on Wei Zhuoyan's arm, and the other party didn't intend to move away.

"I didn't take those words into my heart when I said those words." Wei Zhuoyan suddenly showed a piercing smile that was quite incompatible with the pain on his face, "I always wanted to wait until the matter at hand was finished."

"..."

After speaking, Wei Zhuoyan turned his head to the other side, completely avoiding Xiao Yi's sight.

Seeing Wei Zhuoyan's restrained and heart-rending shoulder shaking, Xiao Yi once again stretched out his hand to cover the other's shoulder as if he was in the hospital, grasping it firmly with his fingertips, wanting to convey his comfort and understanding to the other party thoroughly. .

"I'm probably the most unfilial son in the world." Wei Zhuoyan's voice was nasal, but he still maintained his calmness.

The other party's remorse and pain are like thick ink that has been accumulated for a long time, creeping up from the small trembling to the fingertips that Xiao Yi and the other party are tightly touching.

Knowing what that stubborn guy was always restraining, Xiao Yi covered his shoulder with his palm for a while, and suddenly said in a low voice: "Zhuo Yan, don't bear it."

"..."

"Vent if you want to vent."

The man did not cry easily because he did not reach the sad spot.

Wei Zhuoyan didn't move.

Xiao Yi waited for a while, then forcibly stretched out his hand to grab the opponent's shoulder.

Borrowing the snow-colored light in the room, he looked straight at Wei Zhuoyan in front of him. His eyes were tightly closed, but two silent tears had long slipped from the corners of his eyes.

For a moment, Xiao Yi seemed to be stabbed by a sharp knife in the heart. Xiao Yi stared silently for a while, wrapped one arm around Wei Zhuoyan's shoulder, and covered the back of the opponent's head with his thick palm. arms.

With his chin resting on Wei Zhuoyan's broad shoulders, Xiao Yi slowly raised his voice: "Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault."

"..." Wei Zhuoyan's body trembled suddenly because of his words, but he continued to resist and refused to speak out.

"Listen to me Zhuo Yan, I told you before, Auntie understands you."

"..."

"She told me that having a son like you who dedicated himself to the people—" Xiao Yi stretched out his hand and patted Wei Zhuoyan's back, "It's the pride of her life."

Wei Zhuoyan still didn't respond.

Xiao Yi could only feel that the other person's breath was getting heavier and heavier as he was forcibly pressed on his shoulder.

After waiting for a while, he really wanted to know what the other party was thinking, and planned to let go of his arms, but just as he moved a little, Wei Zhuoyan suddenly heard Wei Zhuoyan hugging him firmly from his back.

His body trembled uncontrollably as if electrified, Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows dumbly.

He has long been used to paying unilaterally by himself, and for Wei Zhuoyan's sudden response, he still couldn't digest it for a while——

Even if he understood that the other party at the moment just regarded him as an ordinary buddy who said some comforting words.

Wei Zhuoyan's grip on him was quite firm, but Xiao Yi already had an inexplicable sense of satisfaction that was about to sink.

With distress for Wei Zhuoyan, he was so willing to humblely enjoy this fleeting tenderness that he almost began to worry that Wei Zhuoyan could hear his heartbeat that was about to collapse at this moment.

This state didn't last long, when Xiao Yi suddenly heard Wei Zhuoyan's hoarse and rough sobs on his shoulder.

The brows frowned even tighter, Xiao Yi could only use even tighter strength to express to the other party his long-buried worries and concerns.

This night, Xiao Yi saw the unprecedented fragility of this man who usually armed himself tightly. The other party made no effort to hide his breakdown and regret, hugging Xiao Yi and expressing his apology to his mother.

It was at this time that Xiao Yi suddenly realized his powerlessness.

He can solve the problems at work on weekdays with a little analysis, but in the face of Wei Zhuoyan like this, he has the urge to try his best to change the happiness of the other party.

He thought that the other party's venting was not only a mourning for his mother, but also about all the life and death he had experienced in these years.

Those pressures and grievances squeezed in the deep pool will eventually gush out, and no matter how solid the barriers are, they will burst.

When Wei Zhuoyan finally calmed down, most of Xiao Yi's shoulders were already soaked.

After venting, Wei Zhuoyan was in a state of exhaustion and burnout. Xiao Yi carried him back to the bedroom. Seeing the man with red and swollen eye sockets sinking into the mattress like a puppet with broken strings, he also felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

After all, he exited the room. Xiao Yi stood outside Wei Zhuoyan's bedroom door, leaning his back on the door panel and pondering for a while.

It's good to let it out.

But to be honest, he understood that it was by no means his insignificant drainage methods that could really help Wei Zhuoyan heal his wounds.

It's still the clichéd vernacular - only time can heal everything.

Waking up the next morning, Wei Zhuoyan recovered a little bit of his former vitality, and even had a few casual jokes with Xiao Yi during breakfast.

Yan Tian rushed to Xiao Yi's residence according to the normal time to send him back to the company, but he saw an unbelievable scene - his boss and Wei team from the fire station walked out of the main entrance side by side.

The two exchanged a word from time to time, and looked leisurely like an elderly couple who had just returned from a vacation in a certain country.

With a ghostly face on his face, Yan Tian waited until the two of them approached before saying hello to Xiao Yi. For some reason, Wei Zhuoyan didn't seem to plan to take their car back to the bureau.

Xiao Yi intended to keep Wei Zhuoyan, but the decisive man simply refused, insisting on walking a long way to take the bus.

Although he felt frustrated, Xiao Yi did not insist in the end.

So when Yan Tian drove Xiao Yi onto the main road, he didn't have the courage to speak to his boss again until he couldn't see Wei Zhuoyan in the rearview mirror: "Uh, Mr. Xiao, did something happen to the company yesterday?"

Wei Zhuoyan was from the fire station, and the only explanation for showing up at Xiao Yi's house in the morning was that there might have been some fire-related problems at the company.

"Company?" Xiao Yi was sitting in the back seat, looking out of the window, feeling a little displeased for some reason, "It's okay."

"Then—" Hesitating whether to ask, Yan Tian ducked left and right to calculate which questions might step on the thunder, "Uh, so was Team Wei at your place yesterday—?"

As soon as this question was raised, Yan Tian wanted to slap himself in the mouth.

First of all, this is a personal matter of the president, and there is no need for the other party to answer it.

Secondly, asking such stupid questions will only make Mr. Boss feel that he has no professionalism.

Yan Tian's little heart tends to shrink a bit.

This question is also pretty good.

In one sentence, he magnified his "brainless" traits to the extreme.

I made up countless scenes of Xiao Yi's anger. Yan Tian was sitting on pins and needles, driving quickly and using the brakes as the accelerator, only to hear the other party say calmly: "Wei team is changing shifts, come here temporarily to discuss things." Going to explain in detail.

Yan Tian hastily accepted it, and obediently responded with a few words, and then obediently shut up for the rest of the journey.

When he was about to arrive at the company, Yan Tian answered a call from Ji Yi via Bluetooth.

As soon as the connection was made, Xiao Yi in the back row heard the unique serious voice of the woman resounding through the entire carriage:

"Mr. Xiao, something happened to the company, it's a big deal."