atypical dependency

After Wei Zhuoyan arrived at the hospital with the car, his injury was brought under control in time. A few large pieces of gauze were removed from his calf. He and Jin Yang were sitting on a bench in the corridor crowded with people, looking rather sluggish.

Originally, he planned to stay with Wei Zhuoyan for a while, but after chatting for a while, Jin Yang was recruited by the team to deal with the aftermath of the fire.

Knowing that Jin Yang, a brother who usually hangs around at critical moments but never loses the chain, is worried about him, Wei Zhuoyan put on a calm face, convincing the other party that he is fine.

Until Jin Yang's figure completely disappeared in the corner of the hospital corridor, Wei Zhuoyan sat on the empty bench, his face seemed to be drained suddenly, leaving only a barren and boundless cracked surface dry and hard.

There were still many wounded comrades sent in intermittently in the corridor, and the voices were noisy and noisy.

However, sitting amidst the intertwined and chaotic human voices, Wei Zhuoyan looked sideways at the empty side, and suddenly felt an unprecedented coldness.

As if cut off from the whole space, he alone inherits a kind of loneliness that is disguised by noise.

His eardrums were constantly being stimulated, but he felt like he was deaf, unable to hear, and didn't care about any sound rays.

——Zhuo Yan. ——

I feel that there should be such a whisper around me.

It felt like there should be an arm beside him that patted him on the shoulder cheerfully, and then asked him about his current situation with concern.

- all right? ——

Wei Zhuoyan got up straight from the bench, limped around the comrades who greeted him and turned into the stairwell.

Slowly descending the steps that seemed to be thousands of meters long, he walked up to the second floor with a blank expression, and suddenly stopped slowly.

Standing in the darkness, he pondered, feeling the surge of emptiness in his heart almost crushing all his rationality.

And what drove him crazy was that he couldn't explain where this feeling of disorientation, as if he had suddenly lost his direction, came from.

After staying in the same place for a long time in a daze, he left the hospital and returned to the scene with the team.

The follow-up work of the disaster is quite cumbersome. There are too many deaths and injuries that need to be investigated for accountability, and there are still many family members who need to be comforted. After almost all the dust has settled, it has been less than half a year.

During this period of time, Wei Zhuoyan and Yang Qiyue's relationship has been lingering back and forth. Although Wei Zhuoyan wanted to break up with each other many times, the glib woman can always find new reasons, whether it's emotional or rational, every time Every time, she grasped the man's sincerity and fooled him back to the front line of communication.

However, after all, what the heart desires cannot be forced.

This embarrassing situation that seemed to lead a sheep away continued for another half a month, and Wei Zhuoyan finally proposed to break up with her completely.

The two met at a snack street outside Wei Zhuoyan Fire Station that day.

After inviting that woman to a last meal, Wei Zhuoyan confessed his feelings to her.

Having reached this situation, Yang Qiyue is not ignorant of current affairs, she is a smart woman after all, and she understands that messing around is a bad move for Wei Zhuoyan, so she also shrugged freely and let go.

It's just that before the two finally parted, Yang Qiyue sat at the dinner table and asked Wei Zhuoyan a few questions very seriously as if wanting to sum up his failure experience.

And this thing made Wei Zhuoyan, who had been inexplicably gloomy all this time, have a rare thought tremor.

"So——" Yang Qiyue looked at Wei Zhuoyan, who had a gloomy expression, while playing with the car key in his hand, and smiled wryly, "Is there something I didn't do well?"

"..." Wei Zhuoyan showed an awkward smile that he didn't know how to deal with.

"If you talk about the problem, maybe I can improve it." Smacking his lips jokingly, Yang Qiyue stared at Wei Zhuoyan, his tone seemed to give up but still had a vague undead hope.

"You have no problem, everything is doing well." Wei Zhuoyan raised his eyes, his eyes were quite dignified, "It's just that I chose the wrong partner."

Yang Qiyue snorted.

This guy really doesn't give face.

"Let me guess." With one hand on her upper and lower jaw, she tilted her head and looked at the burn marks on Wei Zhuoyan's brows that have not gone away for a long time, and said bluntly, "You have someone in your heart, don't you?"

From her previous dating experience, she was quite confident in herself, and she didn't think that Wei Zhuoyan would be completely immune to her.

Then analyze and analyze, there should be only one reason.

During this period of dating, Yang Qiyue would not be so dull that he didn't see the other party's absent-mindedness.

It's just that I have the same feelings as many women——

When she met such a man who was deeply affectionate and unforgettable about the past, while she chose to shield the other party from these "symptoms", she also tried her best to change the other party to a certain extent, so that the other party could forget the past, see her hard work, and turn to love on yourself.

Hearing her words, Wei Zhuoyan's eyes that had been dim all the time had a rare gleam of light.

But that sense of clarity was only a flash in the pan, and it disappeared in a few seconds: "You think too much."

"Who? Can't you forget your ex-wife?" Yang Qiyue persisted.

Wei Zhuoyan stretched out his hand and squeezed his eyebrows, and looked at her directly: "You really don't need to guess, as I said, there is no one."

Yang Qiyue stubbornly confronted Wei Zhuoyan for a while, and finally realized that with so little skill, he seemed unable to move the unmoving green peak in front of him.

Before leaving, she persuaded Wei Zhuoyan with her satchel on her back: "Zhuoyan, no matter who you are obsessed with, it would be a pity if you don't face it." She pointed at herself, with a hint of self-mockery, "Only Only if you really go after it, you will know the result." Her voice drifted a little, she lowered her eyes and smiled bitterly, "Even if the result is not satisfactory, it is worth it."

Looking at the woman in front of him, Wei Zhuoyan was silent for a long time before saying in a low voice: "You really think too much."

It was past ten o'clock when I returned to the bureau at night.

Turning into the dormitory, Wei Zhuoyan noticed that Jin Yang was doing pull-ups by climbing on the iron rod specially erected beside the bed rail.

His eyes were sharp, and at the moment of locating Wei Zhuoyan, Jinyang gasped like a bull, his face flushed and his neck thick, and he landed swiftly, and raised his chin towards a short guy by the window not far away: "Old Wei, you have a package this afternoon."

Standing at the door, Wei Zhuoyan glanced at a box on the low table, and frowned wearily: "Mine?"

"Yeah." Jin Yang shrugged.

"I didn't order anything."

"You can't have someone deliver it to you if you didn't order it?" Jin Yang glanced at the sender's information recorded on the top of the square box, "I don't think you want to miss what he sent."

Not knowing what kind of medicine was sold in this kid's gourd, Wei Zhuoyan rubbed his rather sore shoulder, and walked over obediently.

A few steps away from the short table, he saw the name recorded in the sender's column at a glance.

He couldn't help but stagnate so much, he reacted for a moment, and immediately accelerated without hesitation, and opened the box.

Jin Yang rolled over on the bed beside him, doing sit-ups swiftly while aiming at Wei Zhuoyan below with a faint smile.

The not-so-small square box was unexpectedly empty, with only two items close to each other: a white T-shirt, and a transparent bookmark with a rose embedded in it.

Wei Zhuoyan looked at those two things, not quite understanding that person's intentions.

Jin Yang wheezed and finished the sit-ups, looked at Wei Zhuoyan who was still in a daze, and smiled slightly: "Old Wei, this thing should have been sent by Mr. Xiao the day before he went abroad. You can see the date. But the post office There seems to be some delay, and it is only now delivered."

Wei Zhuoyan remained silent for a long time without saying a word. He held the white T-shirt and looked at it repeatedly for a long time without realizing it.

Just when he was almost about to give up in despair, he took a look and saw that there seemed to be a piece of paper that was not embarrassingly large and small in the middle of the bottom of the box.

Pulling out the piece of paper, Wei Zhuoyan squinted his eyes to recognize it, and noticed that there was only one line of rather simple words on it:

——Wash it clean, and wear it carefully in the future.

Seeing this sentence, Wei Zhuoyan wrinkled his face and thought for a long time before he finally realized that the clothes in front of him were the dirty T-shirts from the first paintball shooting with Xiao Yi.

Turning over the paper, he noticed another line of writing on the back:

——I won’t embarrass you again in the future.

——Memory.

When Wei Zhuoyan saw the word where it was signed, Wei Zhuoyan stood there for a while without saying a word.

There was a feeling of blunt impact in the chest, and there was a faint pain invisibly.

He lingered over those few lines of words several times before reaching out to pick up the bookmark.

Looking at the dry and cracked rose that was imprisoned like a puppet inside, he tightened his fingertips holding the bookmark a little bit, his joints turned pale, and his face looked like a pool of still water that had been disturbed overnight, with ripples everywhere, but silently.

For a long while, he stood there like a puppet. No matter how Jin Yang asked him, he didn't respond.

After Xiao Yi went abroad, the domestic mobile phone number was naturally invalidated, and the domestic social software counterparty no longer used it.

Even the most trusted Yan Tian and Ji Yi were taken away, leaving no contact information for Wei Zhuoyan.

There is very little information that can be obtained from Xiao Yiyuan's company, because the man who has always been strict didn't mention any information about foreign companies as expected.

Wei Zhuoyan does have the other party's mailbox, WeChat, Q|Q and other common social software accounts, but since the other party went abroad, these things are useless, and Wei Zhuoyan has never seen the other party online.

Sometimes I really feel depressed and want to know the other party's dynamics. Sending a message is like being in limbo, and there is no reply at all.

It annoyed him at first, but over time, this irritation accumulated into a kind of frustration.

It was also this repeated bumping into the wall that made him truly realize one thing——

Xiao Yi is determined not to contact him again.

After taking away the T-shirt, the bookmark was also conveniently caught in his police manual. Wei Zhuoyan finished washing at night and leaned against the window, not intending to go to bed for a long time.

Jin Yang, who had already got under the covers, looked at Wei Zhuoyan's swaying figure by the window after the lights were turned off, and couldn't help urging: "Old Wei, what's wrong with you?"

"..." Wei Zhuoyan stood still.

"I said you've been absent-minded lately—" Jin Yang observed for a while and climbed off the bed shirtless and strolled to Wei Zhuoyan's side, "Did you hit your head on a mission?"

Wei Zhuoyan lowered his eyes and smiled slightly.

"Ah? What's the matter with you?"

Jin Yang folded his arms around his chest and stood beside him with his arms tucked in, trying to see some clues.

Staring at the dim lonely moon flickering in the clouds outside the window, Wei Zhuoyan stood for a while and suddenly said: "I want to see him."

"See her?" Jin Yang raised his eyebrows, "Who? Xiao Yang?"

"..."

"Pfft, what did I say, you broke up with her so quickly."

"..." This kid is well informed.

Jin Yang snorted again absent-mindedly: "This is how women's affairs are, once you get involved, you wish you had always—"

"It has nothing to do with Yang Qiyue." Wei Zhuoyan stretched out his hand and squeezed his eyebrows, then turned his head to look at the half-drawn rose bookmark on the short table that was exposed from the police manual.

Jin Yang was confused.

"I want...to talk to him." Wei Zhuoyan ignored Jin Yang completely, and just murmured to himself.

"I said Old Wei, can we stop playing hide and seek?" Jin Yang suddenly felt a little tired.

"It's Xiao Yi." Wei Zhuoyan turned his head sideways, staring at Jin Yang's messy hair in the dark, and said solemnly, "I want to talk to him."

"Mr. Xiao?" Jin Yang snorted, "What's there to talk about? He went abroad to make a fortune, and he didn't even mean anything to you in the ward. Why are you still thinking about it?"

"..."

"What's the matter, is it possible that this brother really has a romantic relationship?" Jin Yang complained absently while shaking his head.

"..." Wei Zhuoyan's eyes hidden in the darkness glowed with an unknown light.

After a while, he said simply: "I just want to talk to him about this."

"..." Hearing the sound, Jin Yang didn't understand what the other party meant.

"Talk to him—about your relationship." Wei Zhuoyan turned his face sideways, with a rather serious expression, "I'm talking to him... about our relationship."

"……What?"

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