Fire fighting

Spring began in March, and it rained for a week in Lucheng.

Snack bars on Wuli Street greeted customers one after another, and some even set up canopies. The business was booming, not affected by the rain, and many passers-by stopped to buy some snacks before turning around and leaving.

Xiang Rong, carrying a black backpack, was also squeezed into the line.

The stall in front of him made sweet-scented osmanthus cake, which is a special snack in Lucheng, and the one in Wuli Street is the most authentic. Although he came here every now and then to buy dinner, today was the first time he came across freshly baked cakes.

It's a pity that there are too many people today, and Xiang Rong waited in line for a long time. When it was his turn, there were only three sweet-scented osmanthus cakes left.

The shop owner picked up the clip: "That's all that's left, how many do you want?"

One bite of this pastry is not enough, Xiang Rong didn't even think about it, he picked up his mobile phone and scanned the payment code on the side: "I want them all."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Ce came from the side, put his arm on Xiang Rong's shoulder, and said, "Boss, after waiting in line for so long, you have too little left. Do you want to make another cage? There are still so many people in the back." There are many people."

"I won't do it, it's raining and I'm not in the mood to do it," the boss looked up, looked at the sinking sky, and shouted to the people behind, "Close up the stall! Come tomorrow if you want to eat!"

Xiang Rong took the plastic bag, tied a knot, and walked out of the store.

Jiang Ce followed closely behind and joked: "Tell me about you. After waiting for a long time, you bought three small snacks. Look at what I bought. Tin foil ironing, oden cooking, and teppanyaki must be enough for us today. Have a big meal tonight."

Xiang Rong didn't look at him, and walked on his own: "There are many people in my team, which means the taste is good."

"Okay, the dead duck has a stubborn mouth, I want to see how delicious it is when I go back." Jiang Ce said, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one between his fingers, and handed it over, "One? "

Xiang Rong tilted his head and didn't answer: "Isn't there enough smoke in the fire scene?"

The choking words were like a fishbone stuck in his throat. Jiang Ce had already put the cigarette in his mouth and took out the lighter, but he couldn't press the ignition switch.

Xiang Rong added another sentence: "The air is fresh on rainy days, so don't take more oxygen."

Jiang Ce gave him a blank look, and stuffed the cigarette case back in disappointment: "Okay, okay, stop nagging, I just don't smoke."

The rain was not heavy, and the umbrella seemed redundant. The water droplets fell on the ground, splashing out fleeting silver flowers, and wet the moss in the stone crevices and the trousers of passers-by.

Jiang Ce was carrying a lot of things. He caught a glimpse of Xiang Rong carrying only pastries in his hand, then glanced at the black schoolbag, and said, "Brother Rong, don't be so handsome, you don't have to carry the backpack on one shoulder, it's better to let it go." I stuffed these things in, it was so heavy."

"Just take it as exercise." Xiang Rong replied.

Jiang Ce was taken aback, handed all the bags in front of him, and complained, "Why don't you exercise?"

Xiang Rong took it silently: "I don't need to train."

Hearing this, Jiang Ce elbowed Xiang Rong: "Are you really not going back to the team?"

Xiang Rong gave a flat "hmm".

"That's right, you were about to expire," Jiang Ce said, "I thought you would choose to stay in the squadron and stay with Lao Li for another three years. Now that you're gone, I'm the only one left in the team. I'm really reluctant, after all, the two of us have fought together so many times in the past three years, and we have been in the fire scene more than a dozen times, so we can be regarded as brothers who share weal and woe."

As he said that, his empty hands were not idle, and he patted Xiang Rong on the shoulder.

Xiang Rong replied lightly: "Pretentious."

The rain did not intensify, but there were more umbrellas on the road. Xiang Rong, carrying food in both hands, accelerated towards the fire station, perhaps because of years of physical training. Even though he walked fast, his posture was upright and upright.

"Be honest, don't be hypocritical," Jiang Ce pointed to the fork in front of him, "Let's go, let's take a detour with my brother, I want to stay with you for a while."

Xiang Rong squinted his eyes, and had already read his mind: "You want to take a detour to the hospital to deliver dinner to your girlfriend."

"Hush!" Jiang Ce said in a low voice, "If you see it, don't say it."

Not far from Wuli Street, there is an ancient turret built along the river. Today’s turrets seem out of place in the row upon row of buildings. The local government made articles here and made it a popular spot on the Internet. Many tourists come here to check in and take pictures. , After discovering that the name is not worthy of the name, no one is willing to stay for one more minute.

Most of the ancient buildings left over from history are built of wood, and there is even a possibility of spontaneous combustion in hot weather. The fire brigade does not like this kind of house, but the famous monuments cannot be demolished casually, so they have nothing to do. Take precautions as much as possible.

Fortunately, it has been raining continuously in recent days, so there are very few fires.

Xiang Rong didn't even pay attention, hurried on his way, and when he was about to approach the turret, he suddenly heard a terrified shout in front of him.

"on fire!"

After working in the fire squadron for three years, these three words have already given Xiang Rong a conditioned reflex. He focused his attention and looked forward. Sparks flickered.

Jiang Ce was taken aback, and said, "Why is it on fire again?"

As soon as the voice fell, the people on the side didn't stop for half a second, and rushed forward.

Before Jiang Ce could react, he saw that Xiang Rong was running against the flow of people and running towards the fire point at the fastest speed.

"Wait for me!"

It was only when they got closer that they found that the damage inside the turret was more serious. Flames were flying around and thick smoke was billowing. The house was almost divided into upper and lower parts.

The surrounding shops have all been withdrawn, and almost all the passers-by have been evacuated. Only a security guard is still standing at the door. Under his command, from time to time, a few passengers will rush out the door, covering their mouths and noses.

Xiang Rong rushed forward and asked anxiously, "Are there any trapped people inside?"

The security guard coughed a few times: "The tourists have all come out, but just now a child insisted on rushing in. I couldn't stop him, and he was still trapped inside."

Xiang Rong felt uneasy when he heard this.

The rain was still too light, and it couldn't extinguish the flames that soared into the sky.

Jiang Ce chased after him and asked, "How's the situation?"

Xiang Rong took a deep breath and turned around: "Jiang Ce, we are still the same as before. You are responsible for putting out the fire, and I will go in to save people."

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves, threw his schoolbag and food on the ground, and picked up the fire extinguisher beside him: "There is a fire hydrant next to it, and I will leave the fire fighting to you."

Jiang Ce hurriedly stopped him and said, "No, you don't even wear a fireproof suit, so let's act together after the colleagues from the fire station come over."

Xiang Rong frowned, his eyes fixed on the raging fire.

"That's too late."

Jiang Ce wanted to stop him again, but he knew Xiang Rong's temperament, and as soon as he finished speaking, Xiang Rong had already rushed into the fire.

The only thing he can do right now is to trust his comrades in arms. In the next second, he immediately pulls up the fire hydrant on the side, connects the gun head and hose, and sprays vigorously at the turret.

The flames devoured everything, almost surrounded Xiang Rong, and there were endless crackling sounds.

Without the protection of heat-insulating and flame-retardant fire-resistant clothing, every inch of the skin on his body hurts like being scorched. However, the rainy day is already humid, and with the black smoke coming oncoming, even if he takes a big breath, he still feels chest tightness and shortness of breath.

He squatted down, bent forward as far as possible, and when he encountered a table and chair blocking the road, he pressed the fire extinguisher in his hand and aimed at the obstacle to extinguish it.

In this way, Xiang Rong insisted on opening a small path with his own strength.

As he walked, he called, "Is anyone there?"

The turret looks small from the outside, but the interior area is large. Xiang Rong searched for 5 minutes, but felt like walking for half an hour.

Soon, at the corner of the wall where the pillars circled, he turned around and saw the child that the security guard said.

Instead of describing it as a child, it is more like a handsome student.

The student's face was black and gray, and the light yellow sweater had also changed color and became fluffy. He was leaning against the corner, his whole body was limp. He must have inhaled a lot of smoke and dust, and his eyes could no longer be opened.

Although the student was unconscious, his hands refused to let go of the white canvas bag in his arms.

"Hey! Wake up!"

Xiang Rong roared and squatted down quickly. Without hesitation, he took off his coat, covered the student's mouth and nose, carried the man on his back, picked up the bag and retreated outside.

The way into the building was already familiar, and the fire outside was suppressed by Jiang Ce, so the retreat went smoothly.

Xiang Rong was out of breath and didn't even have time to wipe off his sweat. He rushed out of the fire scene without stopping. The moment he went out, the black smoke and red fire disappeared from his eyes, replaced by a dark blue sky and hazy drizzle.

He was so tired that he was out of breath and sat on the ground directly. Jiang Ce ran up to check whether he was injured.

Xiang Rong pointed to the student next to him: "Leave me alone, look at him first."

Jiang Ce squatted down and gently shook the student's body: "Don't sleep, wake up!"

I don't know if the air outside is sober or the frequency of the shaking is high, but the student suddenly reacted. He coughed a few times, and every time he coughed, he would choke some black ash from his mouth and nose, and his fingers were trembling, saying that he was going to wake up. It seems that he didn't wake up again.

Xiang Rong lowered his head upon hearing the sound and looked at it coldly.

After such a careful look, he found that the student was good-looking, although his face was disheveled, but his facial features were delicate and his childishness was not lost.

The student had a very small reaction in the constant calls. He opened his eyes slightly, his blurred eyes were expressionless, he couldn't see the faces of the people around him clearly, he only vaguely saw his own canvas bag in the double shadow, and saw Don't worry until there is no damage.

He looked elsewhere, and vaguely saw a black backpack and an osmanthus cake on the side.

The pastry has melted badly due to its proximity to the fire.

The raindrops fell on his face, cool and comfortable, but he still lost his strength and closed his eyes again.

Xiang Rong didn't know what he saw, but heard his voice.

The student spoke softly, weakly, slowly, hoarsely and pleasantly.

"It turns out that the last few pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake were bought by you."

After speaking, he was silent again.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Ce quickly judged his heartbeat and checked his breathing, and only then was he sure that there was nothing serious about the person and that he was just in a coma.

"It seems that there is no need for cardiopulmonary resuscitation, it should be fine in a while," Jiang Ce stood up from the ground, "Brother Rong, since the fire has been put out and the people from the hospital are coming soon, let's leave it to them here."

Xiang Rong pondered for a moment, nodded, got up and put on his coat, and left in the distance under the eyes of many onlookers.

The wind blew from the riverside, blowing away the heat left on his body, and even the burnt ashes on his clothes.

Tonight's meal seems to be bought again.

And in the canvas bag next to the student, a three-month-old pastoral dog crawled out of the brushes and paints.

It is still raining and there is no tendency for it to clear up.