Fire fighting

Yan Qing was stuck in bed, not even in the mood to draw.

Wen Yi was on the night shift today. Before coming to the hospital, she bought some fruits from the supermarket, washed them and sent them to Yan Qing's ward. When she opened the door, dusk fell on the floor, glowing with golden light. She subconsciously captivated her eyes.

"Hey, Yan Qing, you didn't go out to play today?"

Yan Qing shook his head, and called out in a low voice, "Sister Wen Yi, you're here."

"Why are you so honest today?" Wen Yi put the strawberry on the bedside, "I usually run to the fire station very diligently."

Yan Qing sat up cross-legged: "I've been going too often recently, I'm a little tired."

"Really?" Wen Yi took advantage of the opportunity and sat on the opposite bed, "In the past few days, Xiang Rong sent me to the nurse's desk and asked me to bring you a special dinner, why didn't you take a bite?"

"Holding others is short, but eating others is soft-mouthed." Yan Qing hugged his hands, "I can earn money to buy food by myself."

Seeing his appearance, Wen Yi couldn't help laughing twice: "Did you two quarrel?"

Yan Qing pretended not to care: "No."

"Really not?"

"Not really."

Wen Yi smiled, and saw through the lie at a glance: "When Xiang Rong came to deliver dinner, I asked him this question, and he said no, but he put down the meal and left without saying that he came to see you. Saying that I don’t want to delay your work is actually embarrassing.”

Yan Qing was silent for a moment, then said in a warm voice: "Sister Wen Yi, you have worked hard on our affairs."

Wen Yi saw that he was so alienated, she curled her lips: "What's the hard work, why don't you just get a meal, and it only takes 2 minutes to walk here."

Yan Qing smiled slightly, and continued: "If he comes again next time, please let him take it back by himself."

"Every time you say that, I have conveyed it to Xiang Rong countless times, but he asked me to tell you that Jiang Ce bought it, you don't know, they are the most patient firefighters, you two are at odds Well, he can come and deliver meals every day."

Yan Qing murmured in a low voice: "I told you there was no quarrel."

"Okay, okay," Wen Yi clicked his tongue twice: "Are you going to keep going like this?"

Yan Qing wanted to shake his head, then nodded, and finally lifted his head up, looking at the ceiling.

"Sister Wen Yi, have you ever quarreled with brother Jiang Ce?"

"That's too much, not to mention quarreling, even fighting," Wen Yi recalled the embarrassing things in the past, and rolled her eyes, "But I beat him unilaterally, and he didn't dare to fight back."

"Then who usually apologizes first?"

"Of course it is him. How can I apologize to him? But if for a moment I really feel that I am wrong, I will give him a step down. If he dares to push his nose to the face, or starts to talk about the truth again, then My fault is also his fault."

Yan Qing couldn't help feeling amused.

Wen Yi frowned, and said thoughtfully, "But Jiang Ce and I are a couple, and our way of getting along is not suitable for the two of you. You and Xiang Rong are friends. If you are friends, whoever is at fault should apologize."

Whoever made the mistake apologized, did I do something wrong?If so, then I really should take the initiative to apologize to Xiang Rong.

Yan Qing thought about it, and his heart was stabbed.

Wen Yi took a strawberry from the bowl and stuffed it into her mouth: "How long do you want to hide from Xiang Rong?"

As she spoke, she pointed to Yan Qing's hospital gown.

Yan Qingqing's throat seemed to be stuck, and he couldn't cough or swallow. This question was too difficult to answer.

Strawberries are sweet, and Wen Yi took one bite at a time: "The longer you delay, the sadder he will be when he finds out. I still suggest you tell him earlier so that he can be mentally prepared in advance."

"I'm going to keep it a secret," Yan Qing said, "so from today onwards, I'm not going to keep in touch with brother Xiang Rong. Sister Wen Yi, if one day I really leave, you can tell him that I'm going out of town. It's time for school, okay?"

Wen Yi's heart trembled, and she glanced aside: "There is no such possibility. With me here, you don't even think about leaving. If you want to say it yourself."

She was trying to make a joke, but Yan Qing heard it: "Sister Wen Yi, I'm serious."

Wen Yi didn't reply, she took a deep breath, and after a long silence, she said softly "um".

"So you don't plan to see him anymore?" Wen Yi still finds it inconceivable.

"Yeah, he is going to quit the fire station soon, and he will have his own career and life in the future. He has a bright future and shouldn't be disturbed by a person who has no future." Although the words were depressed, Yan Qing said it easily, "Provoke He is the last thing I should do."

The setting sun is about to fall, like a fairy on the cloud accidentally spilling golden paint, so I have to use the breeze as a brush to paint the world brightly.

"I hope that the decision you are making now will not become the thing you regret the most." Wen Yi glanced at the time and pointed at the bowl, "It's getting late, I have to go back to the nurse's desk for my shift, remember to finish eating the strawberries, Not one left."

"Okay——" Yan Qing made a long sound on purpose, as if to promise to complete the task.

The room returned to silence, Yan Qing felt empty and tossed and turned on the bed.

To the left, the dusk shines, to the right, the house is empty.

Going up, the back is tired, and lying on the stomach is even more uncomfortable.

He sat up again, trying to find something to do, but he got tired of drawing again.

He wanted to divert his attention, otherwise his mind would be full of that person.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, maybe Xiang Rong gave him too much care, maybe he sympathized with what happened to him, or maybe he would never see him again, Yan Qing felt mixed feelings.

He took out the notepad from the side, and opened the page full of wishes. When he wrote it down, he was so serious about every stroke. Now it seems that he is really naive. Meteors and sunrises are extremely difficult to see. There will be someone who is willing to accompany him to realize it.

But these wishes are hopes after all, and you can't give up on yourself just because you have nothing to do with Xiang Rong.

Yan Qing plucked up his breath, this is his own wish, why must he rely on others to realize it?

He picked up his pen and continued to add a few more items below:

Earn enough to pay for college.

After leaving the hospital, I cleaned up and remodeled my home.

It's not so much a wish as a plan.

He wrote stroke by stroke, the tip of the pen resting on the paper, fainting black marks like ripples.

He still has a wish, but this is not easy to realize, and even a little shameful. He wants to write, but he is too embarrassed to write.

But it doesn't matter, only I can read this book now.

Yan Qing raised his pen and continued writing.

Talk about a love affair.

……

Forget it, it's a bit hypocritical, let's just wipe it off.

No, they are all wishes and cannot be treated specially.

There are two villains in my mind, black and white, fighting hard to persuade each other.

Yan Qing hesitated for a long time, and finally drew a horizontal line to divide the five characters into two and delete them.

There is no point in writing such an impossible wish.

He continued to think about his unfulfilled wish, when a message suddenly came from his mobile phone.

"Are you still taking orders today?"

Yan Qing saw that this was the person who often came to him to paint on Xianyu, and his nickname was somewhat similar to his own.

He turned on the phone and replied "answer".

Macy's apprentice: "I always ask you to draw, are you tired?"

Van Gogh disciple: "No, this is my job."

Apprentice Macy: "That's good."

Van Gogh's disciple: "Talk about your request first."

Apprentice Macy: "Can you draw a sunflower field for me? A puppy is leading a kitten to look at the flowers in it."

Van Gogh disciple: "Okay, do you like sunflowers too?"

The other party paused for a while before replying: "I just fell in love with it recently."

Puppies and kittens are cute just thinking about them in your head.

"Are they both the same size?"

Apprentice Macy: "The puppy is bigger, and the kitten is smaller. Can the puppy cling to the kitten, lower its head and wag its tail, as if apologizing to the kitten?"

What a strange request.

Van Gogh's disciple: "I will try my best. If there is no accident, I will make a painting for you tomorrow."

Apprentice Macy: "No hurry, I'll transfer the money to you, are you free now?"

Van Gogh disciple: "I'm free, what's the matter?"

Macy's apprentice: "I haven't been looking for you recently, I want to chat with you."

Yan Qing didn't know what to talk about, but after all, the other party was a big client who bought more than ten paintings, and he insisted on giving him more money for each painting, which was hard to refuse, so he replied: "Okay."

The other party seemed to be looking for something to say. After a few rounds of questioning and answering, he suddenly asked inexplicably: "San Xian noodles or glutinous rice, which one do you prefer?"

"Glutinous rice, it's soft and glutinous, and there are fried dough sticks and meat stuffing, it's delicious," Yan Qing was taken aback after speaking, aren't these all local special snacks?Then he replied, "Are you from Lucheng?"

The other party did not reply.

Yan Qing looked confused, seeing that the other party did not reply, he took out the drawing board and started the task.

The wind slipped in from the window, passed through the ward and the corridor, and dissipated in the nurse's desk full of the smell of disinfectant.

Wen Yi was flipping through the patient's information on this level, and when she turned to Yan Qing, she froze for a moment.

The clinical symptoms remained the same, it was still the oppressive pain caused by bone cancer, but an extra sentence was added later, occasionally accompanied by hemoptysis.

You shouldn't have this symptom.

Wen Yi panicked, called the attending physician, and immediately made an appointment for Yan Qing to have a full-body examination.

She was too focused on the phone, and as soon as she hung up, she saw a familiar figure standing in front of the stage.

"Xiang Rong? You, you are here again," Wen Yi's eyes widened, and she covered her phone, "Didn't you hear that?"

"What did you hear?" Xiang Rong asked, "I just arrived."

Wen Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and looked into the bag in his hand, which contained steaming glutinous rice.

"For Yan Qing?"

"Well," Xiang Rong put the bag on the nurse's desk, "Excuse me, I invite you to have dinner with Jiang Ce some other day."

"No trouble." Wen Yi didn't take the bag, "but they said, I don't want to eat what you gave me."

Xiang Rong said peacefully: "It's still the same as before, just say Jiang Ce bought it, or you bought it."

Wen Yi: "...All right."

Taking a closer look into the bag, Wen Yi suddenly found three pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in the glutinous rice.

Just as Xiang Rong was about to turn around and leave, Wen Yi stopped him.

"Hey, why is there osmanthus cake in here?"

Xiang Rong stopped in his tracks, confused: "Isn't Yan Qing the favorite to eat it?"

"If you love food, you love it. If you can eat it, you can eat it." Wen Yi untied the bag, and motioned Xiang Rong to pick up the sweet-scented osmanthus cake. "It's full of artificial sugar, Yan Qing can't eat it."

Just saying that, Xiang Rong suddenly tensed up: "Is Yan Qing sick?"

Wen Yi was taken aback: "No, no, it's just some underlying illness. He is just greedy and can't control his mouth. In short, he can't touch any sugar. You must remember it."

Xiang Rong nodded, and said in a deep voice, "Remember."

After watching Xiang Rong leave, Wen Yi shook her head helplessly, walked into the ward, and brought the meal to Yan Qing.

"Sister Wen Yi, why did you bring his food here again..."

Wen Yi interrupted him: "I said it was bought by Jiang Ce, do you believe it?"

Yan Qing: "..."

In order to cure his illness, Wen Yi persuaded him again: "You should eat it while it's hot. The matter between you and Xiang Rong has nothing to do with rice. Glutinous rice is innocent. It was made by the boss so hard." Come out, don't you just hope to be eaten by a predestined person?"

Yan Qing: "..."

"Besides," Wen Yi giggled, "I'll bring you the food, and Xiang Rong agreed to treat me to dinner."

Yan Qing: "..."

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Yan Qing: You are really my good sister :)