Fire fighting

Today, the fire station was on holiday according to the regulations. Xiang Rong still got up early in the morning, washed up and left the dormitory in a hurry. His movements were light and fast, and he didn't disturb the sleeping Jiang Ce.

The temperature in mid-April was not too hot, and the streets were full of willow catkins. Xiang Rong rode a bicycle to the light rail station. Fortunately, taking advantage of his height, he could easily hold the handrail above his head.

He turned on the map on his mobile phone and looked at the points he marked last night, densely packed, these are the places he is going to go today.

The first stop was Wuli Street, and the second stop was Jiangzhong Islet. From Fuguang Temple to Furong Town, he went to almost all the famous scenic spots, large and small streets in Lucheng.

Every time he went to a place, he didn't stop much, and went straight to the storefront that he had checked on the map in advance, and asked first after entering the door.

"Boss, do you add sugar to your osmanthus cake?"

If you have a good attitude, the other party will say: "Yes, they all need to add sugar."

If you encounter someone with a bad attitude, you will be perfunctory to Convenience: "Nonsense, how do you do it without adding sugar?"

Xiang Rong continued to ask: "Is there any sweet-scented osmanthus cake made with sugar substitute?"

Sugar substitute, a substitute for white granulated sugar, will not cause diseases caused by sweetness, and it can also retain the sweetness of food, making it healthier.

This is the information he found on the Internet. People who cannot eat white sugar can choose to use sugar substitutes to enrich the taste.

After hearing this, some merchants were stunned and asked, "What is that?"

Some shook their heads and said, "This thing is expensive, no one will use it."

Some beckoned, trying to drive him out: "Are you going to buy it or not? If you don't buy it, go away, don't delay my business!"

Xiang Rong didn't care too much, if this one didn't work, he would change to another one.He was fast, and he went to all the dim sum shops that received rave reviews on the Internet in half a day.

But the results were not as expected.

At noon, he returned to the fire station in despair.There was no one in the dormitory, he was sitting on a chair, holding his mobile phone at a loss, he opened WeChat, opened the dialog box with Yan Qing, and saw that the last chat time was fixed three days ago, he felt uncomfortable.

After a while, Jiang Ce came back from the outside. He opened the door and saw the people in the room, and said in surprise, "Brother Rong, where have you been? I woke up early in the morning and saw that there was no one in your bed."

Without raising his head, Xiang Rong said, "Just walk around."

Seeing him addicted to his mobile phone, Jiang Ce moved closer curiously, took a closer look, and found that Xiang Rong was searching for a problem.

"What's the best brand of sticky rice noodles?"

"What are the most nutritious natural sugar substitutes?"

"How to choose sweet-scented osmanthus liquid and sweet-scented osmanthus honey?"

……

"What are you doing?" Jiang Ce blinked incredulously, "Could it be that I bought osmanthus cake a few times before, and you just want to make it for me?"

Xiang Rong glanced sideways: "Go away."

Jiang Ce smiled triumphantly, and said, "Let's go, let's go to lunch first, and then choose when we come back."

Xiang Rong didn't listen to him, carefully selected the materials, chose the same city express delivery, and accompanied Jiang Ce to the cafeteria while waiting, and got some food.

But he has no appetite, even after running all morning.

Jiang Ce ate anxiously, grabbing the side of the bowl and swallowing frantically. Seeing that Xiang Rong's food was not going down, he said, "You have retreated from the front line for too long, and you can't eat without exhausting your energy."

Xiang Rong took a sip of the soup and said with a blank expression, "If you don't eat it, I'll beat you ten."

"I don't even make drafts for bragging." Jiang Ce shook his shoulders.

The phone on the side suddenly lit up, and Xiang Rong glanced at it inadvertently, but when he saw that it was a message on Xianyu, he immediately cupped his hands and turned on the screen.

"I'm panicking you," Jiang Ce said in a strange tone, "Which big shot is looking for you?"

Xiang Rong ignored him and focused on replying to Xianyu's message.

Jiang Ce submerged his head in eating wisely, but the person opposite suddenly asked, "Do you know where you can see sunflowers nearby?"

"Sunflower?" Jiang Ce scratched his head, "Plants vs Zombies."

Xiang Rong: "...Be serious."

Jiang Ce asked, "What kind of sunflower?"

"This kind." Xiang Rong turned the phone screen around.

It was a field of flowers, with thousands of sunflowers smiling at the sun, and a puppy snuggling next to a kitten, begging for mercy, very cute.

Jiang Ce thought for a while and said, "I remember that there seems to be a sunflower field in Yanshan Mountain, but the sunflowers bloom in summer, and they are still in the pregnancy bud stage."

This familiar name made Xiang Rong wonder: "Yanshan? Is there an observatory over there?"

"Yes, yes, there is an observatory on the top of the mountain." Jiang Ce replied.

Xiang Rong nodded, put down his phone and continued to eat.

The meal was over soon. Jiang Ce stretched his waist and said that he had finally had a holiday and wanted to go back to the dormitory to catch up on a late night sleep. Xiang Rong didn't follow him back, but came to the office of the administrative building. He would write a letter in the afternoon. Finish the resignation report and hand it over to Squadron Leader Li Cheng tonight.

On the way, he ran into Lao Yang, the security guard, and the first thing Lao Yang said when he saw him was, "Hey Xiang Rong, where is your cousin? I haven't seen him coming over for a few days."

Xiang Rong casually made an excuse: "He's busy recently, so he won't come here."

Not only Lao Yang, but he also met some colleagues and former teammates. After everyone said hello, they would ask more or less: "Why haven't you seen your little follower recently?"

He was just prevaricating, but he felt an unspeakable depression in his heart.

Yan Qing came too often before, and Xiang Rong knew that he was really lively that day. Once he met someone twice, he couldn't help smiling and saying hello, so many people in the fire station misunderstood him. familiar.

It seems that no matter where Yan Qing goes, many people will like him.

But Yan Qing still left, and said that he would never come again.

Xiang Rong walked into the room, sat down at the table, took out the resignation report, and took a pen to write.

But the paintings on the wall shook slightly in the wind, which made it difficult for him to concentrate.

He raised his head and looked at these thought-disturbing gifts.

The breeze blows past the paintings on the wall, as if breaking into the world in the paintings. The stories in each world only exist in the mind at first and cannot be captured by the camera, but they do appear in front of the eyes at this moment.The beauty in these memories is posted on the wall, constructing all the expectations in dreams, which should have been out of reach, but are now close at hand.

They come from the same person, the same hand.

Xiang Rong got up and approached each painting, as if every important moment in his life was recorded by someone, the first report, the first rescue, the first kick, the first fire, the dust The past is like a magic box, opening a page-turning review between gazes, and those nodes that have been added with rich ink and color, are forever preserved in this world because of the sketches and outlines.

including those who have passed away.

Xiang Rong's gaze finally settled on the painting that he dared not look at the most. There is a father, a mother, and a younger sister, a family of four, enjoying themselves happily.

The hurdle in my heart was too wide, like a river bank full of mud and sand, when everyone was forcing himself to swim across, only Yan Qing built the bridge.

Yan Qing said that painting can depict inner prayers, which cameras cannot do.

That's right, parents, mother and sister, perhaps in another parallel world, are living such a life.

If they are still alive, they must not want to see their current state.

Xiang Rong looked at this painting for a long time, and saw every detail in his eyes. Not only that, he also seemed to see that Yan Qing threw away waste manuscripts one after another in order to paint this painting well. He started over and over again, his hands were sore and sweaty, he grabbed a piece of pastry on the table and stuffed it into his mouth, and continued to draw happily. He painted for a long time and kept it a secret for a long time. The praise and appreciation when I received it came with complaints and indignation.

Xiang Rong bowed his head against the wall. On that day, Yan Qing accused himself of having any qualifications to talk about fairness. Although he was sorry for his sister in the family, Xiang Xin had indeed been with him for many years. His parents were not by his side, and Yan Qing had to earn money by painting at a young age, and he never complained, but he never complained, and always grinned silly. Think about how to save others.

Yan Qing just wanted to help herself get out of the past, to make herself smile more, that's all.

Xiang Rong stretched out his hand and stroked the painting in front of him with his fingertips. He had saved countless wounded in the fire station for three full years. He thought that only he had the mission of saving people, but he didn't expect that he was killed by a just-adult The child was saved.

Saved step by step, saved without hesitation.

Yan Qing is like a sunflower, more effective than a psychiatrist.

Xiang Rong turned around, the weather outside the window was fine, the flying catkins were like igniting comets under the clear sky, the streamer fell on the tables and chairs, on the pennant in the cabinet, and on the two sunny dolls cuddling each other, making all the honors of the past All are shining brightly.

There is a lot of wind and rain, but there will always be sunny days.

These are Yan Qing's original words.

The sun slanted to the west, and at the same time it also fell on the young man inside the house, which made him full of enthusiasm and regained the high spirits of the year.

He came to the desk and threw the unfinished resignation report into the trash can.

The efficiency of intra-city express delivery is very high, and the ordered goods were delivered to the fire station in three hours.

After Xiang Rong received it, he borrowed the steamer from the cafeteria non-stop. He rolled up his sleeves, put on an apron, and learned how to make sweet-scented osmanthus cake step by step online. From dusk until dark, the first batch of experimental products finally came out. pot.

He put the sweet-scented osmanthus cake on a plate and took it back to the dormitory. When he opened the door, Jiang Ce let out a burst of laughter.

"Brother Rong, are you on the battlefield?"

Xiang Rong looked down at his clothes that were stained with flour, and then looked in the mirror. His face was also white, like a snowman.

"Taste it." Xiang Rong handed over the sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

"The sun is coming out from the west, and you can cook?" Jiang Ce leaned over, picked up a piece, and saw that the bottom was a little burnt. He reluctantly took a small bite, and spit it out without chewing.

"Are you going to sweet me to death?"

Xiang Rong said lightly: "No sugar."

Jiang Ce's face was full of disbelief: "Then why is it so sweet?"

"It uses steviol glycoside, a sugar substitute."

"Why no sugar?"

"I don't want to let go."

"..."

Xiang Rong didn't believe in Jiang Ce's taste. After all, it was the result of hours of hard work.

He also took a light bite, and as expected, it was so sweet that his throat choked.

It seems that there is too much sugar substitute...

He returned to the kitchen, struck while the iron was hot, and made a second cage.

After taking it back to the dormitory, I gave Jiang Ce a taste.

Although it wasn't mushy this time, it didn't look smooth. Jiang Ce took a bite, swallowed it with difficulty, and said, "You didn't add sugar this time, did you?"

"I didn't let it go the first time."

"...I mean sugar substitute."

"Let it go."

"It's so watered down, it's like eating solid milk."

Xiang Rong also took a bite. He thought Jiang Ce's metaphor was very vivid.

Jiang Ce laughed, "Brother Rong, didn't you order the most delicious flour and sweet-scented osmanthus in Lucheng? Is this what you made with the best materials?"

"Better than you." Xiang Rong walked out of the dormitory.

In the third cage, Xiang Rong added steviol glycoside in strict accordance with the ratio, and brought it to the dormitory again.

Jiang Ce savored it carefully: "It lacks the milky taste, but the taste is okay, at least it can be swallowed."

After he finished his evaluation, Xiang Rong picked up another piece to taste.

Jiang Ce sighed, "Can't you taste it before giving it to me after you're done?"

"Your honor." Xiang Rong replied.

The fourth cage, the fifth cage...

Xiang Rong is getting more and more skilled.

Jiang Ce's evaluation is getting higher and higher.

By the time the sixth cage was out of the pot, Jiang Ce was about to vomit.

"Brother Rong, let me go, okay? I don't want to eat anymore in my life."

"The last cage."

"That's what you said in the last cage."

"..."

Jiang Ce picked up a piece, he had no hope at first, but he bit it down, the rich fragrance bloomed all the way to his throat, soft and sweet, cool and smooth, as if he watched the osmanthus blossoms bloom and fall in a blink of an eye, its ups and downs .

His eyes widened, and he said repeatedly: "This is better than the ones sold outside!"

Xiang Rong was startled and couldn't wait to eat it.

This time it worked.

"How did Brother Rong do it? Teach me too." Jiang Ce stuffed it into his mouth and licked the powder on his fingers.

Xiang Rong was not surprised: "Please."

As soon as the voice fell, the lights out at ten o'clock came on time, and the room was instantly dark.

Xiang Rong's cheeks and arms were covered with flour, and he said helplessly: "It's over, I haven't bathed yet."

Jiang Ce followed in a low voice: "It's what you deserve, I told you not to teach."