atypical dependency

When Wei Zhuoyan arrived at the bureau, Jin Yang had already put on a coffin face.

He knew that this guy was going around in a hurry, and he would hit a wall if he didn't even check his background. He crossed his arms and looked at the sullen-faced man who came out of the taxi, and couldn't help but tease: "Why? Let me tell you, that kid Xiao Yi must have never come back from abroad, you are in such a hurry, he simply—”

"He's back." Passing by Jin Yang lightly, Wei Zhuoyan stared straight at the main entrance of the fire station, and replied absently.

"Huh?" Startled on the spot, Jin Yang hurriedly followed, "He—is he back?"

It's kind of like a hell of a life.

Without any further response, Wei Zhuoyan continued to walk towards the station calmly.

"No, old Wei, what's the situation?" Jin Yang grabbed a cow and wanted to suck up every drop of milk on the other's body, "Since he's back, you didn't go to see him?"

When Wei Zhuoyan stepped into the main entrance, he suddenly stopped abruptly, and cast a sideways gaze towards Jin Yang that could circle Liang Liang for three days.

Having partnered with the other party for so many years, Jin Yang realized it after a moment of reaction.

Stretching out his hand and scratching his head, he smacked his lips, and slightly restrained his previous playfulness: "So - is he refusing to see you or is there someone around?"

Hearing the phrase "There is someone around me", Wei Zhuoyan's eyes narrowed, and he strode towards the bureau again.

Jin Yang had no choice but to follow behind the other party, his movements were quite obscene, and he was as cautious as avoiding glass debris all over the floor, fearing his hands and feet.

As if nothing happened, Wei Zhuoyan walked through the large waiting room and headed straight for the rear dormitory area.

Worryingly hanging behind Wei Zhuoyan, Jin Yang squinted his eyes until he watched the opponent go around the basketball court at the back before slowly stalling.

Standing in the howling night wind, Wei Zhuoyan's hair fluttered, and he looked at the opposite basket with a sullen face and speechless.

Silent, Jin Yang stood a few steps away from Wei Zhuoyan, looking at him worriedly.

Lowering his face, Wei Zhuoyan shook his head, sneered, and looked sideways at Jin Yang: "Jin Yang, I want to ask you something."

"You, ask." Jin Yang shrank his shoulders in the cold wind, unconsciously covered his shoulders with his hands, and said bluntly.

"Am I so cheap?" Wei Zhuoyan looked at the basket in front of him again with his dark eyes.

"..." Not knowing how to respond to this frustrated inquiry, Jin Yang opened his mouth dryly, feeling depressed like swallowing an egg.

After standing still for a while, Wei Zhuoyan suddenly walked towards the basketball hoop, took a basketball casually, and began to play.

Strolling to the center line, he aimed at the basketball hoop in front of him, suddenly lowered his body, rushed forward swiftly, raised his feet to take off, and dunked the basket steadily.

After being taken care of by that vicious force, the basketball hoop immediately made a whining sound.

The basketball hit the ground with a crisp sound of bouncing, and Wei Zhuoyan also landed steadily, but he didn't pick up the ball.

With his back to Jin Yang, his shoulders were a little sunken, and his whole body looked like a gray canvas, lost and chaotic.

"Old Wei—"

"Never." Shaking his head, Wei Zhuoyan seemed to be laughing at himself, "Never."

"..."

"Fuck—" sighed, he bowed slightly, put his hands on his knees, and his breath was a little messy, "Why is it like this?"

"..."

"He's obviously a man." He closed his eyes and murmured.

"..."

"Why am I so..."

--like.

Jin Yangli listened silently in the wind, his expression was gloomy, and the hands protecting his shoulders relaxed for a moment.

"Come on." After a pause, Wei Zhuoyan suddenly turned around and picked up the basketball that had rolled to the side, and looked at Jin Yang, "Competition."

Looking at the other party's turned face, even though the night was thick, Jin Yang could still recognize the other party's tearful eyes through the soft white light on the sidelines.

However, it seemed that he was quite frustrated with this behavior. Wei Zhuoyan blinked his eyes and tried to cover it up, and passed the basketball to Jin Yang savagely.

Cooperating with the other party, Jin Yang didn't express any opinions all the way, but just played quietly with the other party until late at night.

Wei Zhuoyan was exhausted until both of them were dripping with sweat.

When walking towards the dormitory, Jin Yang tentatively asked the silent man beside him: "So, old Wei, what are you going to do?"

"What should I do?" Wei Zhuoyan asked, "Aside from wishing him happiness, what else can I do?"

"..." Jin Yangmo.

"Do you want me to kick his current lover and tell him that I love him?" Chicking, he shook his head, "Make it difficult for him?"

"Zhuo Yan, maybe it's just that you've been separated for too long, and you miss him a lot—maybe it's not like, but just an illusion?"

"..." Wei Zhuoyan stopped and looked at Jin Yang with an unbelievable look.

"It's like if you buy a dog, raise it for a few years and then give it away, you will feel distressed, won't you?"

A piercing smile appeared on Wei Zhuoyan's face.

After a while, he stepped sideways to Jin Yang's side, squinted his eyes in front of Jin Yang and said in a serious voice, "Really."

"..." Shrinking his neck, Jin Yang pursed his lips in embarrassment.

"If he is just a pet to me, then tell me—" Wei Zhuoyan's breath was messy, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was a little hoarse, "Why when I saw him, all I could think about..."

He stopped talking, Wei Zhuoyan's eyes dimmed.

— kiss him.

Seeing Wei Zhuoyan's out-of-control appearance, Jin Yang couldn't say anything.

He wasn't the type who was good at comforting people. After Wei Zhuoyan divorced Bian Yue, he often said things that added fuel to the fire unconsciously.

After deliberating back and forth, he stretched out his hand and patted Wei Zhuoyan's shoulder with a messy expression in front of him, and said seriously: "Zhuo Yan, you said it yourself, this kind of thing doesn't necessarily happen once in a lifetime, does it?"

"..." Wei Zhuoyan lowered his face and did not respond.

"So, I suggest that you confess to him directly." Jin Yang said seriously, "A man, what's the matter? If he doesn't agree, the big deal is to just smile and forget it, just treat this thing as a small episode, and it's time for a man to make a comeback A good man." Feeling his tongue was a little knotted, Jin Yang suggested, "Who in life has not experienced a few detours?"

"He has someone by his side now, you want me to confess to him?" Wei Zhuoyan raised his eyebrows.

"What's the matter, what if they're married? Are you going to hurt anyone? If Xiao Yi had forgotten you a long time ago, he would definitely refuse. You can also draw a period and give yourself an explanation."

"..."

"Well, what's the suggestion?"

Wei Zhuoyan narrowed his eyes and looked at Jin Yang for a long time, then shook his head and sneered: "It really sucks."

**

A few weeks later, Wei Zhuoyan accidentally fell from an overhead during an exercise and injured his calf. When Jin Yang, who was in the same group as him, took him to the hospital, he kept joking that he might as well just replace your entire skeleton with iron. When I was old, I turned back and folded two more, and no one could save me at all.

Wei Zhuoyan has always regarded this kind of thing as an honor, saying that after working in the fire for several years, the one with thin skin and tender flesh is not a man at all.

Unable to break up with the other party, Jin Yang teased and sent the product that was injured again to the hospital, and took turns visiting the squad with his comrades for a few days.

One day when registering visit records at the front desk of the ward, Jin Yang squinted and happened to meet two men walking out from the corner.

At first, he just took a quick look, but by the way, he realized something, looked at the other person again, and noticed that the man opposite was also frowning and looking at him.

Recognizing it was Xiao Yi, Jin Yang raised his chin as a greeting.

But to his surprise, the man across from him sized him up a few times, and brought a short man beside him with him.

His gaze fell on the person next to Xiao Yi, and Jin Yang realized that the other person might be the "rival in love" that Wei Zhuoyan had seen some time ago.

Organized his words, and waited for Xiao Yi and the thin man to approach, he smiled politely: "Mr. Xiao, long time no see."

"Long time no see." Xiao Yi responded indifferently, and Xiao Yi's eyes began to wander around Jin Yang, "Mr. Jin also came to the hospital to see someone?"

"Yeah." Deliberately emphasizing his tone, Jin Yang leisurely put his hands in his pockets and shrugged, "Our desperate captain made himself almost dead again, so I had no choice but to condescend to come and have a look."

After speaking, he carefully observed Xiao Yi, trying to catch some emotional changes from the other person's face.

However, the opponent's poker face was even more perfect than a few years ago, and Jin Yang stared at it for a long time, but he didn't see any emotional fluctuations.

"Zhuo Yan?" Asked in a calm tone, although Xiao Yi's eyes fell on Jin Yang's face, he seemed to have no focus.

"Yes." Jin Yang stretched out his hand and patted his chest, smiling, "In my life, I will only recognize him as the captain."

Xiao Yi's gaze wandered around the long corridor: "He - is hospitalized here?"

Jin Yang shrugged and agreed.

"What's the number of the ward?" After asking logically, Xiao Yi said calmly.

Hearing this, Jin Yang was a little surprised.

I thought that the other party was going to leave with his "family" in a cool way, but it was hard to imagine that the other party was curious about Wei Zhuoyan's ward number.

For a moment, a warm feeling shot into his heart, and he felt relieved for Wei Zhuoyan, and he readily told Wei Zhuoyan's room number.

Scanning the room accurately, Xiao Yi turned sideways and said something to the thin man beside him, who nodded, turned around and left without hesitation.

Xiao Yi looked at Jin Yang in front of him and frowned: "Can I go and see him?"

"Of course." With his lips hooked, Jin Yang stretched his arm over there, "That's the door."

Xiao Yi raised his eyes.

"By the way, I'm going to buy food, you can go there first." He had already made up his mind for Wei Zhuoyan, Jin Yang finished his words hastily, and walked away leisurely.

Watching Jin Yang go away, Xiao Yi didn't pursue anything, just walked slowly into Wei Zhuoyan's ward.

The strong smell of disinfectant in his nasal cavity made his nerves ache, Xiao Yi frowned.

In the room, a man was leaning against the edge of the open window, letting the wind blow slowly outside the window.

The opponent had a bandage on one leg, and it didn't look like a minor injury.

Hearing the movement at the door, the man leaning against the window said indifferently without looking back, "Jin Yang, how many times did you close the door when you came in next time?"

Hearing the sound, Xiao Yi's expression froze.

After a moment of silence, he slowly reached out and closed the door, staring straight in the direction of Wei Zhuoyan.

"What, went to buy a box lunch?" The man stretched his arm desperately, dragged his sick leg and turned to look at the door, "Where did you buy it? It's the one on the west side of the Central Mall—"

Before finishing a sentence, when his eyes fell on Xiao Yi's face, his expression froze.

The two men looked at each other across the hospital bed, but it seemed like a lifetime away.

Can't remember the last time the two of them got together alone, Wei Zhuoyan stared at Xiao Yi, his thoughts were entangled for a long time before he said, "You——how did you come?"

With his eyes fixed on Wei Zhuoyan, Xiao Yi was silent for a while before saying in a deep voice, "Come and see you."

Wei Zhuoyan also waited for a while before pointing to a round chair beside the bed: "Sit down."

"I won't sit down anymore, I have to go back to the company later." Xiao Yi slipped one hand into his pocket and nodded at the other party, "I have something to do."

"Really." Nodding, Wei Zhuoyan looked straight at Xiao Yi.

After looking at each other for a while, realizing that both of them seemed to have nothing to say, Xiao Yi moved slowly and uncomfortably, and politely said again: "Well, if it's inconvenient for you, then take a good rest first, and I'll talk about it another day." See you again."

After speaking, as if he had completed a negotiation, he turned around without any hesitation and wanted to go out.

"Xiao Yi!"

As soon as the palm of the hand was put on the doorknob, the man's deep voice came from behind.

Xiao Yi stopped in her tracks and closed her eyes without a word.

"These years—have you been abroad?"

"..."

"Why didn't you contact me?" The other party's voice was rough and dark, with a hint of frustration.

After being silent for a while, Xiao Yi tilted his head slightly from his shoulder: "I'm sorry, I just didn't pay attention to it, so—"

"What's the excuse?" Wei Zhuoyan's limping voice came from behind, "It's been four years, and you can't spare a minute to send me a message?"

"..."

"Boy, do you know how much I want to see you?"

Xiao Yi's eyebrows trembled.

"You know... how much I miss you?"