atypical dependency

So a few minutes later, two figures bowed and held steaming lunch boxes appeared on the chair by the window in Mother Wei's ward.

Considering Wei's mother's current condition, Wei Zhuoyan was worried that they would go too far to the public canteen of the hospital, and they had to keep absolutely quiet and hygienic in the corridor outside, so they simply went back to eat inside.

Afraid that the smell of food would affect the patient's rest, the two turned their chairs to face the window, and let the window open a ventilation gap to take away some of the smell.

Xiao Yi took off his coat without hesitation, sat on a chair in a suit and leather shoes, picked up the lunch box and carefully opened it.

In an instant, the fragrance of rice wandered out and penetrated into the nostrils, and Xiao Yi couldn't help but raise the corner of his lower lip——

It is an ordinary homemade tomato and egg rice bowl.

Wei Zhuoyan also bowed forward, opened the lunch box with his elbows on his knees, and when he adjusted his sitting posture, he glanced sideways at Xiao Yi who was sitting on the chair beside him, a little concerned that the other party might be dissatisfied with this kind of mixed food from the roadside stall .

I thought the other party would be gentle and upright, like they were dining in a high-end restaurant some time ago, but the man next to him took off his suit in a chic way, revealing the shirt vest inside, rolled up the snow-colored shirt sleeves quickly and started to be generous Party meal.

The nose and forehead were covered with fine beads of sweat from the hot air. Xiao Yi held the lunch box and blew hot air. After moving for a while, he noticed that Wei Zhuoyan, who was sitting next to him, was staring at him.

Thinking that he got the rice juice on his cuff, he frowned and checked, but there was no stain.

Wei Zhuoyan withdrew his gaze, opened the disposable chopsticks and plunged into the battle.

Seeing that the people around him were already on the "eating" taboo, this time it was Xiao Yi who stared at the other party intently.

I saw the tall and tall man with broad shoulders standing on the chair with a small "occupied area" in an awkward posture at the moment, while bowing down, he quickly cleaned up the contents of the lunch box with chopsticks, some of the ends of his jet-black hair fell on the side of his face Up and down, fluctuating up and down with Wei Zhuoyan's slightly swift movements.

Xiao Yi's gaze moved down and landed on Wei Zhuoyan's big hand, which was rough due to long-term heavy work. The pulp and fingertips of the other party were covered with deep and shallow wounds, and on the back of the hand, dry cracks that had not yet healed due to the cold weather could be seen. There are some obvious cracks in some places, like chapped ground, and even dotted with some inconspicuous small dark blood clots.

Seeing it in a daze for a while, Xiao Yi's eyebrows arched slightly inadvertently.

Wei Zhuoyan, who had been cooking for a while, didn't hear the movement of eating here, so he couldn't help but stop and glance at Xiao Yi.

The moment he met the opponent's line of sight, Xiao Yi opened his eyes sideways calmly, lowered his head and buried himself in the hot air of the lunch box, and calmly picked up the vegetables.

But when it comes to eating speed, Xiao Yi knows that he can't beat Wei Zhuoyan.

After he ate a full box of donburi, there were already two neatly folded empty lunch boxes on the window sill in front of Wei Zhuoyan.

Staring blankly at those biodegradable plastic lunch boxes, Xiao Yi realized why the other party could buy back so many boxes just by buying meals for his mother and himself.

Looking at Wei Zhuoyan, who was eating vigorously beside him, Xiao Yi couldn't help showing a slight smile, just like watching a documentary about a big stomach king.

When he stacked the third box of lunch on the window sill like a long-distance runner crossing the line, Wei Zhuoyan finally noticed Xiao Yi beside him with calm eyes.

He pursed his lower lip in embarrassment at the other party, shrugged his shoulders and raised his chin, and said with a smile: "Sorry, it's ugly to eat, forgive me."

"Captain Wei has a good appetite." Xiao Yi's smile was wrapped in the warmth outside the window, and there was a sense of comfort like soaking in spring water.

"Probably." Wei Zhuoyan smiled boldly, looked sideways at his mother on the hospital bed behind him, and subconsciously lowered his voice to tease himself, "A rice bucket of my size can only be kept in a large canteen live."

Xiao Yi lowered his eyes, but the smile on the corner of his lips became brighter.

"But speaking of it—" Wei Zhuoyan's eyes fell on the lunch box in front of Xiao Yi, and he shrugged, "Is Mr. Xiao eating too much?"

"Really." Xiao Yi was quite surprised when the other party said that he had a small appetite.

"I'm very busy with business every day, so it's okay to eat more." Wei Zhuoyan nodded with a joke, while reaching out to put the folded lunch box on the window sill into the garbage bag and tie it.

"Compared to Team Wei's workload, ours is not worth mentioning, isn't it?" Knowing that the other party may be sent to charge in dangerous areas at any moment, Xiao Yi shrugged his shoulders.

After the meal, the two cleaned up the mess, leaning against the window and talking without saying a word.

I don't know if it was because they had a hearty home-cooked meal together, but the atmosphere between them was much more relaxed than when they were in the corridor before.

The slightly open window brought in some cool winter wind, which made the two of them feel excited and excited.

Knowing that there was still some time before returning to the game, Wei Zhuoyan planned to rest in the hospital first.

"Wei team has been doing firefighting for a long time, right?" Xiao Yi felt that his upper body, which was only wearing a shirt and vest, was a little cold, so he picked up his suit and put it on.

"Isn't it?" Wei Zhuoyan nodded against the cold wind outside the window.

"In the middle—" After straightening his collar, Xiao Yi turned to look at his mother on the hospital bed with a gloomy expression, "Have you thought about changing your career?"

Hearing the sound, Wei Zhuoyan turned his head and glanced at Xiao Yi, his sandalwood-like dark eyes were full of complicated emotions, and he was silent for a while before he answered, "Why didn't I think about it." After a pause, he sighed, " I've thought about it too many times."

"Oh, that's right." Xiao Yi's tone was neutral, but his eyes were quite deep.

"The risk is high, life is in danger, and I seldom meet with my family—" Wei Zhuoyan stretched out his hand between his eyebrows, and kneaded it lightly and heavily, "Normal people would shy away from this kind of work."

——And even if you try your best to save people sometimes, those who can't be saved will be insulted by the masses in the end.

They are indeed obliged to save lives, but they are not obliged to take responsibility for the disasters that these lives encounter.

They are rescuers not repayers.

But there are too many indifferent people in this society, pushing all the misfortunes of the victims on them——

Sometimes, it can be very chilling.

Hearing the other party's teasing but extremely tired voice, Xiao Yi couldn't help turning his head and glanced at Wei Zhuoyan.

There was still the familiar deep ravine between the other party's brows, but the corners of his lips raised a slight arc that didn't match his emotions, as if he was hiding something, or as if he was mentally prepared to force himself to accept something.

"So why persist until now?"

That strange feeling of heart concussion passed through Xiao Yi's heart imperceptibly again like an electric current. He stared at Wei Zhuoyan's awe-inspiring side face as hard as a stone carving, and once again had a desire to touch him.

As for this inexplicable impulse, the moment he noticed it, he clenched his fists in a concealed manner, letting his fingertips press against his palm to forcefully control it.

Regarding this question, Wei Zhuoyan hesitated.

He pondered for a moment, looked sideways at Xiao Yi, shrugged his shoulders, "Mr. Xiao, I don't know if you understand a feeling."

Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows and fixed his eyes, implying that the other party was listening attentively.

"Calling pain and being happy." Wei Zhuoyan rubbed his rough hands and inserted them into the pockets of his thick down jacket, "This thing sounds very fake, but after thinking about it and experiencing it, it is indeed the case."

"..." The corners of Xiao Yi's eyes twitched slightly.

"Even if some things torture you to the point of death, you want to give up countless times, but in the end you still go back to the original point and choose to persevere according to your heart—" Wei Zhuoyan stared at Xiao Yi word by word, "There is no warning, no The reason is to stick to it instinctively, then this kind of thing is probably your destiny."

Xiao Yi: "..."

"You were destined to do this job."

"..."

"It's destined that you can't give up." Shrugging, Wei Zhuoyan wanted to be as relaxed as possible, "So this is probably the reason why I didn't give up—subconsciously I always feel that saving people is my duty. If I can save people, let me put it mildly, as long as Seeing the crowd happy, I feel that whatever I do is worth it.”

After saying this, Wei Zhuoyan suddenly realized——

Originally, I didn't intend to talk about these feelings hidden in my heart, but for some reason, in front of this man I haven't known for a long time, I actually stated it without any concealment.

Feeling a little frustrated for a moment, he glanced at Xiao Yi who had a serious expression beside him, smiled wryly, stretched out his hand and patted his head, and sighed: "There is really no logic to this statement, Mr. Xiao laughed at it."

——Some things have no warning, no reason, just stick to it instinctively. ——

—It is fate that you cannot give up. ——

Wei Zhuoyan's heartfelt words were still lingering in his ears, Xiao Yi looked sideways at the blue sky outside the window, his complexion seemed to be rough from being covered with dust, showing a slight sense of vicissitudes.

Seeing that Xiao Yi remained silent and didn't respond, Wei Zhuoyan also calmed down again.

The two of them kept silent in such a tacit understanding. After standing there for about 10 minutes, Wei Zhuoyan raised his hand and looked at his watch, expressing to Xiao Yi that he still had to rush back to the game in advance.

Knowing that this was announcing the separation between the two today, Xiao Yi suddenly remembered something before putting on his coat and leaving.

He turned his head to look at Wei Zhuoyan with a gloomy expression, as if hesitating for something.

Catching the other party's expression, Wei Zhuoyan frowned and asked, "Is there anything Mr. Xiao wants to say?"

"Captain Wei—" His eyes wandered around the entire ward before falling on the man in front of him who was half a head taller than him. Xiao Yi said, "Is it convenient to leave a contact information?"

"Contact information?" Wei Zhuoyan did not notice the faint jerky tone of the other party, and suddenly grinned, "Does it need to be said, just those three numbers."

Xiao Yi narrowed her eyes.

"119." Wei Zhuoyan sighed.

Xiao Yi was taken aback for a moment, but also smiled helplessly: "Oh, it's not a call to the police."

"You're talking about the usual phone calls in the bureau, then—"

"It's not a chore call either."

"..." Wei Zhuoyan frowned, looking very puzzled.

"Your—" Xiao Yi's eyes flickered, "—personal phone number."

Hearing the sound, Wei Zhuoyan raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

But soon, he readily left his phone number to Xiao Yi, and told the other party that if the phone couldn't get through normally, he might be answering the police.

After writing down Wei Zhuoyan's phone number, Xiao Yi expressed his understanding and called Yan Tian to bid farewell to Wei Zhuoyan.

On the way back to the company, Yan Tian saw from the rearview mirror that his lord CEO had been fiddled with his phone... There seemed to be an unbelievable faint smile on his face.