Fire fighting

The rain has stopped, the clouds are thick, and the sky in April has not yet cleared.

Yan Qing carried the canvas bag and ran all the way to the fire station. He ran so diligently these days that Lao Yang, the security guard, took a glance and ignored him. good."

"Can this kid talk?" Lao Yang muttered, stroking his gray beard, "Am I that old?"

This time he came later than usual, Yan Qing walked like the wind to the government building, there was no one on the way, he pushed open the door of the office to check his head, there was no one in the house either.

"Brother Xiang Rong has already finished his meal and returned to the dormitory for a lunch break, right?"

He was a little dazed, and when he walked in again, his daze turned into surprise.

The pennants that filled the room were all removed, piled up somewhere, and replaced by my own paintings.

One by one, they covered the entire white wall. From the fire-fighting pictures given when we first met, to the pictures that I brought with me every day afterward, none of them was bad.

The room was originally solemn, but now it has an incompatible sense of humor.

"You came."

A familiar voice came from behind, and when Yan Qing turned around, Xiang Rong walked into the house with a lunch box and closed the door behind him.

He glanced at the watch on the wall and asked, "Did you sleep again?"

Yan Qing scratched his face: "Yes..."

Xiang Rong raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a half-smile.

Yan Qing pouted: "It's not that I'm here to go to school, so you don't need to be so strict."

Xiang Rong didn't speak, sat back on the chair, and handed the lunch box to Yan Qing: "Eat."

Yan Qing was stunned, this meal was prepared for himself.

"Brother Xiang Rong, then you..."

"I ate in the cafeteria, and this is yours."

Yan Qing took it with embarrassment, sat back to the old seat familiarly, opened the lid, and there were three dishes, one soup and one bowl of rice inside.

Portions are still so big.

The most gratifying thing is that there is a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the rice, which is just used as a snack.

Xiang Rong saw that he did not put down his chopsticks for a long time, so he replied absently: "There is no coriander."

Only then did Yan Qing feel relieved to cook.

From the corner of his eye, he felt that Xiang Rong was looking at him, and when he raised his head, he found that Xiang Rong was lazily looking out the window.

The room was very quiet, Yan Qing was looking forward to some noise, he opened the window on the side, and the wind eased the inexplicable embarrassment.

The two sunny dolls on the top of the head were shaken by the wind, but it seemed that no matter how they shook, the ugly doll was always facing the beautiful doll.

There was no such atmosphere before, what happened today?

Yan Qing broke the silence: "Brother Xiang Rong, I thought you just went to take a lunch break."

"I was going," Xiang Rong said, "I'm afraid you won't find me."

Yan Qing was a little ashamed, and laughed a few times: "Then you don't take a nap?"

"Don't sleep anymore, isn't there something more important than lunch break?"

Yan Qing's heart seemed to be beating a little longer, and his brain became hot: "What's important?"

This stopped Xiang Rong from asking, his indifferent expression was restrained, his eyes wandered outside the window, but he didn't look into the house.

He opened his mouth halfway, then pursed his lips again, and said in a daze, "Watch you eat."

"... Oh." Yan Qing's ears turned red for a moment.

Does it matter?

He continued to bow his head, just after eating the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, a piece of paper was handed to him.

Xiang Rong said with disgust: "It's full of food."

Yan Qing wiped it off with a piece of paper, and took another sip of soup. Before he finished the meal, he had already dropped his chopsticks.

"Full?" Xiang Rong couldn't believe he ate so little.

Yan Qing nodded contentedly: "The food in your cafeteria is really delicious."

After clearing the table, Yan Qing took out the notepad, opened the page full of wishes, and crossed out the line that he hoped to receive the notification of the award with a pen. He raised his face and smiled like a flower: "Brother Xiang Rong, I won the competition!" !"

Xiang Rong was taken aback, and seeing his happy face, he also smiled slightly: "Isn't that one step closer to your dream love school?"

Yan Qing's head clicked like a rattle, and the next second, his smile stopped.

Yan Qing asked: "Brother Xiang Rong, if one day, I mean, if I went to a university far, far away, stayed there to work after graduation, and never came back, would you, would you be sad?"

This question was asked strangely, Xiang Rong was ambiguous, and answered: "No."

This was the answer Yan Qing was looking forward to, but after hearing it, he felt a bitterness that he couldn't swallow.

He smiled relievedly: "That's good, that's good."

"I can go find you."

Yan Qing was taken aback by Xiang Rong's sudden words, and he quickly waved his hands and said, "No, no, don't come."

Xiang Rong didn't understand.

Yan Qing immediately explained: "I mean it's too far away, yes, it's too far away, I'd better go back to Lucheng to see you."

Xiang Rong seemed to sense something was wrong with him.

Yan Qing changed the subject: "How much do you think I won?"

Xiang Rong's thoughts were withdrawn in an instant, and before he could guess, he saw Yan Qing making a "one" gesture with his fingers.

"First class?" Xiang Rong was happy for him, jokingly said, "If you become famous in the future, will I be able to make a fortune with the paintings in this room?"

Yan Qing said with a smile: "If I become famous, I will ask you to be my assistant and pay you a salary."

"I don't know how to draw, why do you want me to be your assistant?"

"Because firefighters are dangerous, I want brother Xiang Rong to be safe."

Xiang Rong was silent: "Yan Qing, you don't have to think about me all the time, I..."

Xiang Rong's voice was already low, but the voice of this sentence was even lower.

"Brother Xiang Rong, I know you will leave here after the weekend, no matter what you do in the future, I will support you."

Xiang Rong froze, unable to speak, as if his heart had been stabbed.

At the same time, a gust of wind blew outside the window, and the knot on the doll's head was shaken on a sunny day, and became looser and looser during the casual chat between the two. Coincidentally, under the action of the strong wind, it suddenly fell from above , fell on the table.

Neither of them reacted, and in an instant, the doll rolled towards the window.

Yan Qing stood up in shock, but his hands were short and he couldn't touch him across the table.

One of the dolls had rolled off the ledge and fell with the other doll on a rope.

"Sunny baby!" Yan Qing shouted.

Xiang Rong's window was full of books and documents. He stretched out his hand suddenly, and the documents rustled down. At the moment when the doll finally fell, he grabbed the corner of the doll with all his might.

And most of his upper body has been stretched out of the window.

The green grass downstairs is lush and lush, the branches of poplar trees are swaying not far away, Xiang Rong maintains his posture as if still, and has not fished up the doll for a long time.

Yan Qing gasped, he remembered that Xiang Rong had a fear of heights.

But all the imagined scenes did not happen, Xiang Rong slowly picked up the doll, and tied it to the eaves again, this time tied the knot.

Before sitting down, he closed the window.

Yan Qing watched his series of actions and was amazed.

Xiang Rong picked up the scattered documents, rearranged them and piled them up beside the table, saw Yan Qing's incredulous eyes, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"No, nothing." Yan Qing replied.

He saw that Xiang Rong didn't care, his eyes were shining brightly in the dim light, and the strings in his heart were a little loose. He was struggling and pulling, like a twist, and didn't know whether he should do this next I did it, but now it's suddenly smoothed out and untied.

Since his grandma passed away last night, he realized that his time was running out, and he had to help Xiang Rong, the sooner the better, the sooner the better.

He finally went all out, took out the painting he brought today from the canvas bag, and summoned up the courage to hand it to the table.

"Brother Xiang Rong, this is the painting I gave you today."

Xiang Rong, as usual, had a faint smile on his face, and his face froze as soon as he took the hand.

This is still an oil painting, just like the painting on the wall.

There are four people in the painting, a man, a woman, and two children. They sit around a table and enjoy themselves happily. The man washes the glutinous rice with clean water, and the woman wraps it into a square shape with reed leaves. In the middle, smiling and eating the zongzi in his hand, the elder brother holds the meat zongzi in his hand, the younger sister holds the sweet zongzi in his hand, there are strings thrown away on the table, jujube stones spit out, firewood, rice, oil and salt, pots and bowls Although the ladle is still, it seems to be able to hear laughter and smell the smell of wine and tea.

Xiang Rong fell into that horrible night. In the car before the mudslide, his sister was looking forward to going home to eat rice dumplings.

Everything was spinning like a dizzy, stinging nerves, he raised his eyes, his sharp eyes were like hunting knives, swallowing the only remaining skylight in the gloom.

"Who told you that?"

The cold tone was like the early morning wind in the winter moon, and Yan Qing's ears were covered with ice.

There was no answer, and there was a long silence in the room.

Yan Qing said, "Is this answer important?"

Xiang Rong remained silent.

Yan Qing explained as patiently as possible.

"Brother Xiang Rong, compared to photos, although painting is more abstract, it can satisfy beautiful fantasies that do not happen in real life.

"I drew this painting a long time ago, and I haven't given it to you. I'm afraid it will bring back bad memories for you, but after getting along with you these days, I think your attitude towards the past is already developing in a good direction. Now, it wasn't until I saw you reach out to pick up Qingtian Doll with my own eyes that I was able to confirm that you are not afraid of heights, you just don't want to face the past and can't get over that hurdle, right?"

"Enough said?"

Yan Qing was interrupted by Xiang Rong's cold voice, and his already bewildered heart became even more uneasy.

Xiang Rong's eyes were full of disappointment: "It's fine for others to persuade me to let go, even you."

"I didn't insist on letting you go," Yan Qing panicked, "I never advised you to stay in the fire station, these are all your personal choices, I just want to make you happy, not just these few days, Even if you don't become a firefighter in the future, even if one day I go to a faraway place, you can still live happily."

Xiang Rong raised his voice, his chest rose and fell, he held back his anger and said, "How do you know I'm unhappy, are you me? Have you considered my thoughts? Do you know what I really like?"

"I don't know," Yan Qing said holding back his grievances, "but I know that your sister's departure was not your fault, you don't have to blame yourself for it, being a firefighter is your dream, you saved me, you saved Lucheng then There are many people, so this time, let me save you."

"I don't need your help!" Xiang Rong's emotion was like a bomb that detonated, "Why do you think you can cure something that a psychiatrist can't cure? You all persuade me, but no one understands me. See Seeing my family all die before my eyes, you still want me to pretend that I don’t exist, is this fair to me? You can’t empathize, because you can’t feel the pain of losing a loved one at all!”

"How do you know that I can't understand it?" Yan Qing refuted loudly.

Xiang Rong paused, and there was no other sound in the room except for panting.

Yan Qing didn't know why, his eyes fogged up because of the arguing, and he continued to shout: "What qualifications do you have to say that it's unfair? At least you have a younger sister who has been with you and has a job that can get money , there is a Jian that you don't even care about..."

healthy body.

He didn't say a word, and tears flowed out for a moment.

Seeing him cry, Xiang Rong's heart seemed to have been stabbed a few times. He held back his sadness and said coldly, "You don't come tomorrow."

"I won't come here anymore," Yan Qing wiped away tears indiscriminately, gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Whoever mentions meeting again will be a puppy."

He grabbed the canvas bag and ran out without looking back.

Xiang Rong was the only one left in the office. He stared down at the painting in his hand. The painting was so beautiful and fascinating.

This was a wish he had hidden for many years. He never told Yan Qing, but Yan Qing helped him realize it, in another form.

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