atypical dependency

The sound of the heating in the ward was like a chisel prying Wei Zhuoyan's nerve wall little by little. He silently looked at Xiao Yi, whose back was turned to him, and stared at him fiercely.

After a long while, he heard the man who had already pressed his hand on the doorknob speak softly: "Zhuo Yan."

"..."

"It's better not to say such things to me in the future."

After speaking, Xiao Yi didn't wait for the other party's reaction, and pressed the doorknob with one hand.

However, when Fang was about to open the door, he heard an unusually loud sound of limping footsteps behind him.

A few seconds later, the door that had just opened a crack in front of him was brutally pressed shut by a big hand, and the door panel hit the door edge with a loud bang, Xiao Yi could even feel the crazy force of the wind blowing the ends of his hair at that instant.

Wei Zhuoyan stood close to his back, with an arm over his shoulder firmly pressed against the door.

The whole body was straight in place, Xiao Yi's eyes were fixed on the door panel in front of him, and his expression was a little stiff.

Wei Zhuoyan's heavy breath gently blew the tip of Xiao Yi's hair, and he silently wrapped Xiao Yi's body within the narrow range supported by his arms.

The man in front of him stood motionless in front of him and didn't respond for a while.

The smell of Xiao Yi's hair was a bit different from what he remembered, and the tip of Wei Zhuoyan's nose was slightly forward, almost buried in the top of the opponent's hair.

The fingers pressing on the door panel slowly tightened, and he leaned forward again, his chest almost completely resting on Xiao Yi's back.

"—Boy..." The warm breath was blowing against Xiao Yi's hair, Wei Zhuoyan suppressed his gushing emotions, controlled his voice and said in a low voice, "You know I have..." Closing his eyes, he gritted his teeth and repeated, "How much?" Miss you..."

The man in front of him still didn't respond.

Wei Zhuoyan felt that a fiery heart was about to jump out of his chest.

In an instant, the whole ward became like a waiting room. He was apprehensive, terrified, as uneasy as waiting for the result of the trial.

Never wanted someone more than now—

Even Bian Yue, who he loved so much back then, never made him feel so helpless like now, just exposing his heart in front of someone without support.

Just when Wei Zhuoyan felt a sense of suffocation in his chest, the man in front of him slowly lowered his head, and stretched out his hand to slowly push Wei Zhuoyan's hand away from the door.

After a while, he directly opened the door in front of the dazed Wei Zhuoyan.

With a crisp sound, Xiao Yi's figure disappeared outside the door.

Standing on the spot, with Xiao Yi's strength to push him away still remained on his arm, Wei Zhuoyan didn't respond for a while.

He didn't have time to rationally analyze the situation in front of him, he remained silent, his eyes fell on the edge of the closed door, and he didn't move.

After standing like a lost soul for an unknown amount of time, he suddenly realized something, dragged his injured leg, limped open the door and walked quickly into the corridor.

Looking around, Xiao Yi's figure has long since disappeared.

Enduring the sharp pain rising between his legs, he was wearing a hospital gown, kicking on slippers, and stumbling towards the elevator.

However, after waiting at the door for a long time, the elevator still hadn't arrived. Gritting his teeth impatiently, he turned into the stairwell and staggered down the stairs.

When he finally reached the first floor, Wei Zhuoyan felt that half his life was about to run out.

However, he had no time to think about these, he stared at the entrance of the main hall of the hospital with fiery eyes, and walked away as fast as he could.

On the way, many passers-by who were seeing a doctor saw him pale and shaking, and couldn't help but stare curiously sideways.

Focusing on searching for Xiao Yi's figure, Wei Zhuoyan disappeared into the sky, as persistent and determined as searching for survivors in a fire.

The sharp pain in his leg spread delicately like a gangrene, and his brows became tighter and tighter, and he searched a little bit forward in the noisy street in front of the hospital.

He had no direction at all, and as he walked, the sense of despair in his heart spread like ink.

The bright sun in the sky hurt his eyes.

He persisted in walking for an unknown amount of time, but eventually he gradually slowed down and stood like an abandoned dog in a busy street full of people, with his gaze blankly set on the curb.

He stood there for a long time as he heard the noise of traffic on the road like a tide, and finally a sour smile slowly appeared on the corners of his lips.

After staying for a long time, he let out a long sigh, turned around as if giving up something, walked to the curb and sat down slowly.

The roaring vehicles speeding past on the road set off gusts of wind, blowing the ends of his hair flutteringly.

Looking at the concrete floor with a deadened heart, Wei Zhuoyan sat alone on the side of the street with people coming and going, like a lost homeless man, looking embarrassed and depressed.

The slippers were full of dust.

He arched his back deeply, suddenly aged ten years, silently drooping his head, motionless.

After sitting there for an unknown amount of time, suddenly there was a screeching sound of brakes in front of him, and the sound of friction between the tires and the ground shook Wei Zhuoyan's spirit.

He raised his eyes and noticed a pitch-black car parked only two steps in front of him, the windows were slowly lowered, and Xiao Yi's sideways face was slowly revealed.

Squinting his eyes, Wei Zhuoyan was a little taken aback.

Without even looking at him, Xiao Yi simply said, "Get in the car."

Wei Zhuoyan reacted for a while, then stood up from the curb rather uselessly, and walked over mechanically.

He was almost forcibly dragged into the car by the man when the door opened.

Sitting side by side in the back seat of the car with Xiao Yi in hospital clothes, Wei Zhuoyan saw that his dusty slippers had made the other party's spotless car carpet dirty.

As soon as he sat down, Yan Tian in front of him turned his head to look at Wei Zhuoyan, and gave him an official smile: "Captain Wei."

Glancing at Yan Tian in embarrassment, Wei Zhuoyan responded with a smile and nodded.

When the car restarted, Xiao Yi kept looking out the window with his head sideways, without saying a word.

Wei Zhuoyan didn't know how to speak, so he simply sat on the car seat and let the familiar silence speak for everything.

The street scene outside the window flashed by, Wei Zhuoyan sat on the seat, but felt that the wound on his leg was getting more and more painful.

He couldn't help lowering his eyes to look at the injured leg, and he saw that the snow-colored bandage was already faintly crimson.

Knowing that the previous behavior of not caring about the leg injury caused the wound to open, he closed his eyes a little self-deprecatingly.

Xiao Yi continued to look out of the window expressionlessly, his vision seemed to be absorbed by the sunlight outside the window, reflecting the light but robbing it, silent and unable to discern his emotions.

Looking sideways at Xiao Yi who had never spoken, Wei Zhuoyan smiled dimly, and finally planned to speak first: "Xiao Yi."

The expression of the man beside him didn't change, but the brows moved slightly.

"In the past four years—" Wei Zhuoyan didn't know how to say these words, looked down at his bandaged leg, and said in a deep voice, "How are you doing?"

"..." Xiao Yi frowned.

After waiting for a long time, seeing that the other party did not respond, Wei Zhuoyan continued as if talking to himself: "I have always wanted to... contact you."

"..." Xiao Yi still didn't respond.

Stretching out his hand to stroke his face, Wei Zhuoyan also looked sideways at the window beside him: "I've been looking for it."

Xiao Yi slowly closed his eyes.

"You left as soon as you said you were going." Wei Zhuoyan sighed and rubbed his two big hands together slowly, "I didn't even have time to say goodbye to you seriously."

"..."

"Why...don't you contact me?" Looking at his fingertips, Wei Zhuoyan frowned, suppressing the frustration accumulated over the years, and controlled his trembling voice.

"Yan Tian." However, just as Wei Zhuoyan said a word, Xiao Yi suddenly turned his head and said in the direction of Yan Tian, ​​"Close the partition."

Hearing the sound, Yan Tian nodded, and went straight to press a button on the rearview mirror.

A moment later, a barrier-type partition suddenly and slowly rose between the front seat and the rear seat to completely separate Yan Tian from the two people in the back seat.

Wei Zhuoyan looked at the slowly rising partition with a puzzled expression.

However, before he could figure it out, when the partition was completely raised to the ceiling of the car, he suddenly felt a force coming from his shoulder. The next second, the man who had been silent before turned over roughly and pressed him firmly on the car seat. .

Looking at Xiao Yi in astonishment, Wei Zhuoyan's eyes flickered.

Nostrils were messy, Xiao Yi lowered his eyes to stare at Wei Zhuoyan, his gaze seemed to be Ling Chi's executioner.

He pressed the opponent's palm more and more tightly. After a while, he suppressed his emotions and said hoarsely: "Wei Zhuoyan, I ask you—"

"..." Wei Zhuoyan stared at Xiao Yi speechlessly, with dark eyes.

"Why did you come to me?"

"..."

Viciously tightening Wei Zhuoyan's hospital gown, his fingertips were almost buried in Wei Zhuoyan's flesh and blood, his face was as stern as a ghost: "Huh? Why?"

"..."

Fragmentary bangs hung down in front of Xiao Yi's forehead, as if possessed by a ghost, his whole face looked quite painful.

"..." Wei Zhuoyan's eyes were full of complicated emotions, and he slightly opened his lips, but he was speechless for a while.

"You actually asked me why I didn't contact you." With a sneer, Xiao Yi stared at the other's stiff face, "Are you amnesia?"

"..."

"Why didn't I contact you, didn't you count?"

"..."

"Don't you think I'm perverted?" Grabbing Wei Zhuoyan's collar, veins on Xiao Yi's forehead emerged little by little, "I'm leaving, shouldn't you breathe a sigh of relief."

"..."

"You miss me?" Xiao Yi's eyes sparkled, "Why do you miss me?"

"..."

"What do you miss me? Huh?" He sighed, opened his eyes sideways, reached out to the corner of his eyes and roughly wiped off the damn liquid, "Want to see my jokes? Let's see if that perverted man who once crazily liked you has been forgetting Not for you, is it?"

Wei Zhuoyan's expression condensed a little bit.

"You are so ruthless, Wei Zhuoyan." Xiao Yi's eyes were already flushed, but he kept a sharp face unyielding, "How dare you not let me go after all these years!"

"..."

"What the hell are you—uh!"

Before finishing a sentence, Xiao Yi suddenly felt a force coming from the back of his head.

Wei Zhuoyan forcefully stretched out his palms to grab his head, pressed him into his arms forcefully, let his cheeks rub against his neck, and hugged him tightly.

Using all his strength to hug the trembling Xiao Yi, Wei Zhuoyan's fingertips ran along the ends of the opponent's hair, and his five fingers clasped the top of the opponent's hair hard, almost crushing the opponent.

Xiao Yi's shoulders trembled twice, he froze on the opponent's chest and stopped moving.

Tears slowly welled up in his eyes, Wei Zhuoyan sneered, and pressed his lips to the top of Xiao Yi's hair for a deep kiss.

"I'm ruthless?..." Wei Zhuoyan murmured while kissing, and closed his eyes, "Boy...who is ruthless?"

"..."

"You've learned how to take revenge...huh?"

"..."

"Don't you think revenge is clever, huh?"

"..."

"You've been looking for me for five years, so you've been avoiding me for five years, right?" Xiao Yi's forehead hurt his collarbone, but Wei Zhuoyan didn't want to let go at all.

"..."

"You want to know why I came to you?"

"..."

"I want to see you. I've been looking for you all these years."

"..."

"Miss you, miss you, want to be with you..."

"..."

"I—" the tears accumulated in the corners of his eyes finally slipped out, and he smiled, "I like you."

The shoulders of the person in his arms trembled visibly.

"Stinky boy."

"..."

"Pull me on this road, don't you ever think about disappearing from my side again?" Wei Zhuoyan said sincerely, "Don't even think about it."

Not long after Wei Zhuoyan finished speaking, Xiao Yi suddenly forcibly raised his head from Wei Zhuoyan's arms.

He stared at Wei Zhuoyan with burning eyes, as if he was examining whether the other party's words were sincere.

However, the two sides looked at each other for a moment, and he suddenly collapsed and bowed down, wrapped his palm around Wei Zhuoyan's chin, and bit the corner of Wei Zhuoyan's lips brutally.

Panting while letting out his suppressed emotions, tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, and invaded Wei Zhuoyan's slightly parted lips from a different angle.

The sound of intense kissing resounded throughout the carriage, and the two men moved quite rough without reservation.

However, this strong offensive didn't last long, Wei Zhuoyan suddenly hugged Xiao Yi's waist, forced himself up, and in turn pressed down Xiao Yi savagely.

Looking down at Xiao Yi's tear-stained face, he waited for a while, then slowly reached forward with his thumb to wipe away the crystals on the other's face.

Xiao Yi looked back at him wordlessly, with a complicated expression.

Bending down a little bit, Wei Zhuoyan half-closed his eyes, and gently pecked Xiao Yi's lips as if drunk.

Xiao Yi kissed him lightly in response.

As if saluting, Wei Zhuoyan showed a wry smile, and put his thumb on Xiao Yi's lips to caress slowly.

Xiao Yi's face is much more mature than a few years ago, but those dark and bright eyes have never changed.

Seeing the other party's clothes lying under him in a mess, Wei Zhuoyan's breath was a little messy.

Fingers moved from the corner of Xiao Yi's lips along the line of the opponent's face to the forehead, not wanting to miss a single bit, touching and possessing the opponent.

After a while, he cautiously leaned forward and kissed Xiao Yi's forehead, then pushed away Xiao Yi's lips, closed his eyes and kissed her.