Fire fighting

It was still raining back in the south, and the sky didn't tighten the tap.

Yan Qing held up a small umbrella, stepped on the rainwater along the way, and jumped into a puddle after walking a few steps.

He was holding a white canvas bag in his arms, holding it tightly for fear of getting wet from the rain.

The misty rain is hazy, the mountains are no longer solemn, the water is no longer deep and secluded, the streets of the city are full of new leaves, and the nostrils are fragrant.

Yan Qing was already familiar with this road, and arrived after a short walk.

Looking from a distance, the big characters of Yanjiang Fire Squadron were pasted on the wall of the gate. Yan Qing trotted over, splashing water under his feet.

Just as he was about to enter the compound, the uncle in the security booth poked his head out and stopped him: "Hey! You can't enter!"

Yan Qing was panting from running, with a confused look on his face: "Uncle, I'll go in and find someone, and I'll be out in a while."

"Think of this as a park, and come in if you want," the security guard said impatiently, "register with me, and then call him to come out to pick you up."

"junior Painter!"

A person came from the courtyard. The person was obviously late, but he didn't apologize at all, and his expression was relaxed and at ease.

Yan Qing didn't need to look to know that Jiang Ce was the only one who called him nicknames every time he saw him.

"Brother Jiang Ce," he greeted, "you are finally here."

Jiang Ce walked to the door and said, "Lao Yang, let him in."

The security guard squinted at the people outside the door, and then asked Jiang Ce: "Non-relatives are not allowed to enter, who is this for you?"

"It's not mine," Jiang Ce put a hand on Yan Qing's shoulder, with an idea, "This is Xiang Rong's younger brother."

"Brother Xiang Rong?" The security guard was taken aback, "Why do I remember that he only has a younger sister?"

"Cousin, cousin..." Afraid of being exposed, Jiang Ce dragged Yan Qing into the courtyard.

The security guard wanted to stop him again: "Hey, hey, I haven't registered yet."

Jiang Ce waved his hand: "Lao Yang, look at this kid who is panting like this after running for two steps, what kind of threat can he be, just register, he has come to find Xiang Rong for dinner every day these days, so don't stop him ha."

After muddling through, Yan Qing followed Jiang Ce's footsteps and put away his umbrella.

"Little painter, if you can help this time and let Brother Rong get out of the shadow successfully, you will be a first-class person in the fire station."

This is a joke, but also kind of sincere.

Yan Qing lowered his head: "Of course it's best to be able to help, but my original intention is just to make Brother Xiang Rong happy."

Jiang Ce was afraid of putting pressure on him, so he said, "Okay, just do what you want."

"I know," Yan Qing replied, "I will work hard."

"Then I won't send you there," Jiang Ce pointed to the fourth floor of the administration building, "You have been to his office."

Yan Qing waved goodbye: "No problem, thank brother Jiang Ce for trusting me."

Yan Qing came to the office door, took a deep breath, and knocked lightly three times.

He turned the handle and pushed the door open.

Familiar furnishings, familiar smells, nothing different except the weather.

Of course, including familiar people.

Xiang Rong was writing a report on his seat, got up and turned around, and saw the people outside the door.

"Brother Xiang Rong, good morning."

Xiang Rong was unexpected: "How did you get in?"

Yan Qing smiled awkwardly: "I see that there is no one in the security booth, so they sneaked in."

This reason was even more unexpected, Xiang Rong said: "I will tell them tomorrow, and you will be able to come and go freely in the future."

Yan Qing was startled, and hurriedly said: "Then, then you can say that I am your cousin, okay?"

Xiang Rong: "?"

Yan Qing: "..."

Xiang Rong: "OK."

Yan Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing him standing outside the door, Xiang Rong greeted him to enter the room and poured him a cup of hot water.

Yan Qing closed the door casually, sat opposite, and put the canvas bag aside.

"Is there anything you can do for me?" Xiang Rong asked.

"I heard that you are leaving your job this weekend, so I want to come and accompany you, and I'm bored by myself, so I slipped out to play for a while," Yan Qing hurriedly explained, "Are you busy? I'm bothering you Yet?"

Xiang Rong closed the report, pushed aside the sundries, and put on a leisurely look: "I'm not busy, I just have nothing to do, and I'm planning to go to the hospital to find you after work."

Yan Qing's eyes sparkled: "What are you looking for me for?"

Xiang Rong clicked on the notepad beside him: "I'm looking for you to continue fulfilling my wish."

Yan Qing grinned: "Actually, there is no need to be so anxious. I was impulsive that time at the corner tower, and I will not do stupid things again in the future."

Xiang Rong listened calmly without speaking.

Afraid of slipping the tongue, Yan Qing changed the subject: "By the way, brother Xiang Rong, you always help me realize my wishes, so do you have any wishes that I can help you realize?"

Xiang Rong drank the water in one gulp, and said in a cold tone, "No."

"...Okay." Yan Qing felt that his attitude was cold.

"My wish is to help you," Xiang Rong said, "You don't need to think about me."

Yan Qing lowered his eyelids, a little disappointed: "Okay."

Xiang Rong glanced at Yan Qing, maybe he also felt that his tone was not good, thought for a while and said: "I mean you are still young, and you have to go to work and paint, I should take care of you more, wait After you are admitted to university, it’s not too late to talk about other things.”

Yan Qing has almost never heard him speak such a long sentence, seeing how he struggled to explain, Yan Qing wanted to laugh.

"Understood Brother Xiang Rong, I understand what you mean," Yan Qing said frankly, "I see that you always look indifferent, and I want you to smile more, because I think your heart is not as it seems, Xiang Rong Brother's heart must be hot, and a little hot."

Xiang Rong was startled, and looked at him carefully: "Really."

"Of course," Yan Qing smiled brightly, like a sunflower in a rainy day, "otherwise, why would brother Xiang Rong go to rescue me in the fire even though he was going to retire? Why did he take me with him again and again when he met me by accident? wish come true?”

Xiang Rong couldn't speak, and it was raining outside the window, but the spring scenery closed the whole house.

Yan Qing held his chin and said, "And just because you send me puppy emojis when chatting, brother Xiang Rong must be a person who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside."

Xiang Rong was amused by these words, and he sneered, as if he had forgotten that he had such a naive behavior.

There will be a second time if you laugh for the first time, Yan Qing pursues the victory: "Speaking of painting, I will show you my latest achievements."

He reached into the canvas bag, carefully took out the drawing, handed the painting in front of Xiang Rong, and laid it flat on the table.

The picture is colorful and colorful, and Xiang Rong is dumbfounded.

In the first picture, a young man is running on the green field, his posture is aimed at the front, and he is accumulating strength to kick the football under his feet into the goal.

In the second painting, the same teenager is being rescued in the flood. He is carrying a child on his left shoulder and holding a cat in his right hand. The water flows over his waist, and he is walking hard towards the shore.

The third picture is still the boy. His leader is standing in front of him, awarding him a pennant. More than a dozen colleagues surrounded him. Some hugged his shoulders, some cheered him. Smiling, brilliant.

The fourth painting...

The fifth painting...

Every painting is lifelike, and every painting has its own figure.

Xiang Rong's pupils dilated, his breath became warm, and his heart was like dough with water added, which became softer and softer under the impact of one after another.

After reading the last one, he turned his eyes back to the first one. He looked at each one for a long time. What he saw was not only the painting, but also the beauty of those years.

Memories were provoked in an instant and sent to the eyes.

"Brother Xiang Rong, these paintings are for you, I hope you like them."

Hearing the sound, Xiang Rong raised his head and walked out of the painting. He looked at Yan Qing who was smiling gently, and said seriously, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Yan Qing said, "I found a few photos of you on the official account of the Yanjiang Squadron, and based on those, I drew these. I didn't expect that you not only did a good job, but also played football so well. good."

Xiang Rong was silent for a moment, his eyes brightened slightly.

"Want to learn?"

The sudden question surprised Yan Qing, since Xiang Xin fell from the building, Xiang Rong has never played football again.

Seeing that the method worked, he nodded his head frantically: "Think!"

Xiang Rong: "Praise me a few more words and I'll teach you."

Yan Qing was full of question marks.

"Just kidding you," Xiang Rong held back his smile, "I'll take you to play football when the weather clears."

"keep your word?"

"Ah."

Yan Qing was in full bloom, picked up the water glass, and drank it down in one gulp.

Xiang Rong tidied up the paintings and carefully stuffed them into the cabinet for fear of any wrinkles.

Yan Qing told him: "Drawing paper is not so delicate, you can put it where you want."

Xiang Rong didn't take it seriously: "The painting is so good, I don't want to have creases."

It was praised!

Yan Qing was triumphant: "Want to learn?"

Xiang Rong found that he was imitating his tone just now, and before he could speak, Yan Qing had already snatched the words.

"Praise me a few more words and I'll teach you."

Xiang Rong: "...I haven't said it yet."

Yan Qing supported his head with one hand, and picked up the paintbrush with the other: "No matter what you say, I will think that you want to learn."

Xiang Rong couldn't do anything about his willfulness, and boasted: "The details are handled with care, and the color matching looks good."

"Gone?"

Xiang Rong racked his brains: "The content is rich and colorful."

Satisfied, Yan Qing took out a white handkerchief, a rubber band, a plastic ball the size of a fist, and a paintbrush from the canvas bag.

The number of each item is two. After he distributed the items to Xiang Rong, he wrapped the plastic ball with a handkerchief, tied the rubber band to the opening of the handkerchief, and pulled the four corners of the handkerchief to distribute them evenly. The project is over.

Xiang Rong took these things with a look of bewilderment.

Yan Qing smiled: "Look, this is Sunshine Doll, you can make one too, and let me see the basis of your painting."

Xiang Rong suddenly realized, and under the guidance of Yan Qing, he also made a model, but the four corners of the handkerchief were long and short, and the rubber bands were tied badly.

Yan Qing didn't dislike him, and handed him a paintbrush: "Brother Xiang Rong, it's not complete until you paint the expression on the doll."

As he spoke, the tip of his pen had landed on the doll's big round head.

Yan Qing painted very quickly, and the effect was extremely vivid, one eye was clear and energetic, the other eye was narrowed into a slit, as if winking at someone, the corners of the mouth were raised, and the arc of the smile was neither deep nor shallow.Not only that, Yan Qing also added two circles of blush on the dimples with red dye, which is cute and charming.

After seeing his results, Xiang Rong was confident, but when he picked up a pen, the effect was completely opposite. He added two dots on the doll's face as eyes, and added a smile, but the corners of the mouth were raised and lowered, like a crooked face .

Yan Qing looked sideways, covered his stomach and laughed loudly: "Brother Xiang Rong, you should go play football."

Xiang Rongben felt good about himself, but the laughter beside him was too loud, and he had doubts: "Is it so ugly?"

"Not ugly, not ugly," Yan Qing suppressed a smile, "It's very similar to you."

Xiang Rong replied helplessly: "I drew it after you."

Yan Qing's smile stopped abruptly, and Xiang Rong couldn't help laughing at the same time.

Yan Qing snorted, and threaded the two dolls separately with a thin needle and wool.

"Be careful." Xiang Rong reminded him all the time.

"Don't worry, I can easily handle this knitting work." After Yan Qing threaded the thread, he stood up and wanted to hang the doll by the window, but the window sill was too high, so he stood on tiptoe vigorously.

Seeing this, Xiang Rong got up quickly, took it from his hand, and hung it up easily.

The two dolls are facing out of the window, just like the two people inside.

"You're done," Yan Qing clapped his hands, "As long as you hang up the doll, the weather will clear up soon, and then you can play football."

Although Xiang Rong was facing the window, his eyes were on Yan Qing's reflection in the window. When Yan Qing turned his head, he immediately looked away.

Yan Qing looked at him and said sternly: "The wind and rain are heavy, but sunny days will always come, right, brother Xiang Rong?"

This is his wish to Xiang Rong, and he hopes that Xiang Rong can understand.

Xiang Rong glanced at the sunny doll in the middle of the window: "Maybe."

Yan Qing sat down again, hugged the drawing board, and begged, "Brother Xiang Rong, can I draw for my Xianyu clients here for a while? I promise not to disturb your work."

"Okay." Xiang Rong also sat down and continued to write the report, "You can leave whenever you want."

The house returned to silence, and the two faced each other, each doing their own tasks.

The rain outside the window has eased, and the sunny day is on the way.