atypical dependency

As the night darkened, the streets became more deserted, and the traffic on the road gradually decreased, leaving only the lonely neon lights flickering at the doorways of the scattered shops on the street that were not yet closed.

After hearing Xiao Yi's words, Wei Zhuoyan fell silent.

The wind was raging in his ears, and he stared silently at the dark windows of the fire station building in front of him, with a serious expression on his face.

After emptying the soda can in his hand again, Xiao Yi habitually threw the empty can into the paper bag at his feet, and reached for the last bottle on the roof of the car without any scruples.

However, just as he was about to open the can, Wei Zhuoyan stretched out his hand to hold his wrist again, and said hoarsely, "This is mine."

Xiao Yi's eyebrows darkened, and he looked sideways at Wei Zhuoyan.

"Wait for me, I'll take a leave of absence." Wei Zhuoyan straightened up from the side of the car and was about to go to the reception room.

"Ask for leave?" Xiao Yi's face was already stained with a little drunkenness, and his words seemed a little long, but his eyes were still clear, "What are you doing?"

"Send you back." Wei Zhuoyan turned to look at him, "You can't drive back by yourself like this."

"Go back?" Xiao Yi was taken aback for a moment, "You don't plan to talk anymore?"

"Talk." Wei Zhuoyan said plainly, "We'll talk about it when we send you back."

"Don't bother, I'll just give Yan Tian a call."

"Don't bother him at night." Wei Zhuoyan, who had already walked a long way, stretched out his arm towards him, "Don't move here, wait for me."

When Wei Zhuoyan's figure disappeared into the main entrance of the fire station, Xiao Yi was holding the bottle full of wine, with a wry smile on his face.

The dim yellow light from the street hit his distinctive cheeks, casting shadows of different shades, and the skins of the stacked cans in the paper bag at his feet were rattled by the strong wind.

The moment Xiao Yi bent down to pick up the paper bag, his head suddenly became dizzy.

Barely steadying himself, he put one hand on his temple, realizing that the alcohol had finally started to work.

Cursing his lips in self-mocking, he tried his best to keep his steps steady, and took the paper bag to the trash can on the side of the street to throw it in.

Shaking his head, he took a deep breath of the cold night wind, trying to keep himself awake.

After get off work at night, Ji Yi informed him about Wei Zhuoyan's phone call.

After that, he drove to the fire station and parked on the side of the street without moving.

After finding out the other party's number and hesitating for a long time, I couldn't dial it, so I had to buy ready-made beer on the street in frustration to relax my mind a little.

And when it was all over, he found himself stranded for nearly two hours.

Putting the remaining can of wine back into the car, Xiao Yi wrapped his windbreaker tightly and leaned back on the car, staring intently at the main entrance of the fire station, just as persistent as he had been waiting for that ridiculous but insignificant ray of hope for several years.

When Wei Zhuoyan's figure reappeared, an imperceptible light flashed across Xiao Yi's eyes.

When the other party came to his side, Xiao Yi glanced at him crookedly, and teased: "It seems that I have a lot of face, and I can let you change the night shift for me."

"Don't talk nonsense, brat." Wei Zhuoyan rubbed Xiao Yi's hair with his big hand covering his dark face. Wei Zhuoyan said sullenly, "Did you drink like this on purpose?"

Xiao Yi kept staring at Wei Zhuoyan's side face, and the smile on his face gradually subsided: "I said, I can call Yan Tian to come pick me up."

Wei Zhuoyan ignored him, and directly put Xiao Yi into the passenger seat and got into the driver's seat by himself.

After receiving the keys from Xiao Yi, Wei Zhuoyan slightly adjusted the seat, rearview mirror and side mirrors, and then planned to restart the car.

Leaning on the co-pilot, Xiao Yi looked at the road ahead lazily, and said wearily, "I said, are you sure you want to send me back?"

There was no response, Wei Zhuoyan started the car, listened to the dull sound of the engine, and was familiar with the structure of the car from left to right.

"Don't regret it when the time comes." Xiao Yi's voice sounded very drawn out, as if he would fall asleep in the next second, very tired.

"What do you regret?" Wei Zhuoyan shifted gears and stepped on the accelerator to go out.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll be drunk?" Xiao Yi's lips twitched into a smile, but he never opened his eyes.

Steadily driving on the road, Wei Zhuoyan said with a solemn expression: "If you want to play, just come." Looking at the clear road in his vision, he then told Xiao Yi, "Don't let me fall asleep, hear, I don't know the way to your house. So familiar."

"Really." Xiao Yi turned his whole body sideways to face Wei Zhuoyan, his eyelids were half-opened, and he looked lazy and playful, "Then we are really the same."

Keeping his gaze fixed on the road, Wei Zhuoyan raised his eyebrows: "What?"

Almost starting to admire Wei Zhuoyan's serious and dumb appearance, Xiao Yi chuckled again.

His head sank heavily on the armchair, he felt the waves of drowsiness rising up, and said vaguely: "I don't drive it often, I usually send it off."

"You mean you don't know the way home?" Wei Zhuoyan said in a tone of shock that couldn't be suppressed.

"How is it possible?" Xiao Yi sounded as if he had fallen asleep, "You can relax."

After Xiao Yi's words fell, Wei Zhuoyan fell into silence.

The final result was that Wei Zhuoyan was commanded by the half-asleep CEO to shuttle through the streets and alleys, and when the other party ordered him to stop, it was not Xiao Yi's family at all.

Knowing that it was delusional to ask someone who was drunk to lose consciousness to guide him to find the way, Wei Zhuoyan found a villa area according to his memory, but it was not where Xiao Yi's house was located.

In the end, he gave up and drove the other party back to his dilapidated small apartment. Wei Zhuoyan parked the car downstairs, looking helplessly at Xiao Yi, who seemed to be asleep with his head tilted on the co-pilot's breathing, and heaved a long sigh.

After adjusting everything in the car, he turned off the engine, leaned over to Xiao Yi's side and called softly: "Xiao Yi, wake up."

The man slept very peacefully. Under the dim light of the car, the lines of the whole face became softer and more hazy, with some dark and light strokes outlined like an ink painting.

After trying again, Xiao Yi still didn't seem to move at all, so Wei Zhuoyan could only sigh, got out of the car and walked around to the passenger to get him out.

Drunk people naturally can't control the center of gravity of the body, Wei Zhuoyan has already struggled to hold the opponent up two steps.

In the end, he simply regarded the other party as a wounded person trapped in the fire, and deftly turned sideways, lifting Xiao Yi on his back easily.

Carrying the big 186, Wei Zhuoyan entered the corridor and walked up steadily.

Just as he was sweating profusely and wanted to quickly take this heavy man home and throw him on the sofa, Wei Zhuoyan suddenly felt Xiao Yi's arms that were loosely placed on his shoulders move.

A few seconds later, those arms slowly wrapped around his neck and tightened a little bit, Wei Zhuoyan could even feel Xiao Yi's head tilted to one side on his shoulders rubbing against his neck.

A layer of goose skin appeared on the skin of the neck like an electric shock, and Wei Zhuoyan's footsteps immediately slowed down.

Xiao Yi's alcohol-smelling breath passed behind his ear without hesitation, making his fine hair rhythmically follow the other's breathing.

Finally, he stopped on the stairs, Wei Zhuoyan carefully turned his head to the side, and called out in a low voice, "Xiao Yi?"

The man snorted vaguely and tiredly, which was a response.

Hearing the other party's slurred words, Wei Zhuoyan shook his head, took another step, and muttered to himself, "Just do it yourself."

When he reached his own floor, Wei Zhuoyan slowed down his steps and swung his arms, trying to hold Xiao Yi on his back more stably.

But as soon as the movement started, the man behind him hugged him even tighter, making him almost suffocated.

Frowning for a moment, Wei Zhuoyan helplessly cleared his throat, and said softly, "Xiao Yi, don't hug her so tightly."

"Yan..." He hummed lazily in Wei Zhuoyan's neck in a daze, and Xiao Yi carefully rubbed his head against his neck again.

Hearing the other party's call, Wei Zhuoyan froze immediately.

To be honest, very few people ever called him that.

If he had to count, only Bian Yue called him that way when he was in a good mood.

The man behind him has completely lost his former majesty and composure at this moment. If he has to say something, he is more like a big cat that needs to be loved and refuses to get off him.

After standing in place for a long time, Wei Zhuoyan began to hear the boy start to ramble some words that were completely inaudible.

During the process, he could only hear intermittent words such as "don't go", "don't refuse", and "sorry".

Finally carrying Xiao Yi to the door of the house, Wei Zhuoyan wanted to put him down, but the unconscious guy was like a sloth and couldn't get down.

"So you're so drunk." Sighing and muttering, shaking his head and forcibly peeling off Xiao Yi's back, Wei Zhuoyan wanted Xiao Yi to lean against the side wall like a puppet, so that he could take out the key.

Unexpectedly, that guy was about to slide straight to the ground as soon as he leaned against the wall.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Wei Zhuoyan wrapped Xiao Yi's waist and pulled him straight into his arms.

"Xiao Yi." Frowning and looking down at the man who was still talking to himself, Wei Zhuoyan smacked his lips in frustration, "I can't let you drink alone from now on."

In the end, like holding a heavy sack, Wei Zhuoyan dragged Xiao Yi into the house with difficulty.

After asking the other party to lie on the sofa, he also sat on the ground directly leaning on the sofa as if he was exhausted for half his life.

Adjusting his breath, Wei Zhuoyan propped himself up on one knee, resting his arm weakly on it, looked up at the ceiling and shook his head: "Master, you are really hard to serve."

"inflammation……"

"Don't call me that." Behind Wei Zhuoyan's head was Xiao Yi's face lying on the sofa, and he could even feel Xiao Yi's breath blowing on the back of his neck, "It's so nasty."

"inflammation……"

Putting his eyebrows together with one hand, Wei Zhuoyan sneered and shook his head: "You look like this, how do you want me to talk to you, huh?"

"inflammation……"

"Xiao Yi, is this endless?"

"..."

After waiting for a while, seeing that the man behind him really didn't move, Wei Zhuoyan couldn't help but tilt his head to check Xiao Yi's condition.

The other party has completely fallen into a deep sleep.

Just staring at Xiao Yi with lowered eyes, Wei Zhuoyan wanted to wake him up, but he opened his mouth and gave up.

He straightened up slowly, leaning half of his body on the sofa and staring at the other party's very peaceful sleeping face like studying an antique, and fell into deep thought.

After observing for a while, he couldn't help but reached out and brushed the somewhat messy hair on the other side's forehead, his eyes softened a bit: "You said you are a normal old man, why do you like men, Ang?" After a pause, he With a wry smile, "What the hell is a rough person like me?"

"..." Xiao Yi breathed very quietly.

"Your taste is really bad." Wei Zhuoyan found a coat and covered it up for Xiao Yi.

I don't know if the action alarmed the other party or what, when Wei Zhuoyan finished handling everything and was about to get up, he noticed that the hem of his clothes was quite tight.

He looked down, and noticed that Xiao Yi, who was already drowsy, was unconsciously grabbing his skirt with his hand.

Stopping his movements, he looked at the other party's hand tightly clutching the corner of his clothes, and his expression gradually became a little helpless and sour.

After standing there in a daze for almost 5 minutes, he slowly squatted down, and with a little effort, he pushed the opponent's hand away and stuffed it back into the coat that covered Xiao Yi.

"Boy." Wei Zhuoyan patted the sleeping Xiao Yi's shoulder slowly with one hand, and Wei Zhuoyan said helplessly, "You are a good man, you know that."

"..."

"If you don't marry a wife, you will be blind for nothing."

"..."

"It would be nice if you figured it out earlier. You are still young, and if you go a little crooked, you still have a chance to come back."

"..."

"—I'll drag you back."

"..."

"I promise."