Fire fighting

Holding the phone, Xiang Rong looked at the text he sent with mixed feelings.

He was waiting for Yan Qing's reply, and while waiting, a red exclamation mark popped up in the text on the screen.

The message has been sent, but was rejected by the other party.

Blacked out.

Xiang Rong didn't expect that the quarrel that day would cause such great harm to Yan Qing. This result was beyond his expectation and he couldn't afford it.

He dragged his body and walked slowly outside the hospital. After many years of training, his gait has always been vigorous, but tonight he became limp.

The projection of the two big red characters in the outpatient clinic fell into the stagnant water after the rain. He stopped outside the building door, looking up at the sky, exhausted physically and mentally.

Behind them two people came out of the building, one big and one small, the son was supporting his father, chatting happily.

The child asked, "Dad, is your arm bleeding yet?"

"It's long gone." The adult next to him patted his head.

The child said again: "You must be more careful when driving in the future, and you can't be careless."

His tone was immature, and the adult smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I see."

Xiang Rong watched them pass by him and march into the night.

The adult asked curiously, "Where did you go when the doctor bandaged me just now?"

The child replied: "I went to the inpatient department to look for brother Yan Qing, and I haven't visited him in the hospital for a long time."

"Yan Qing?" The adult had never heard of this name.

"It's the elder brother who was in the bed next to grandma when he was alive. He and grandma had similar illnesses."

Xiang Rong's ears naturally caught the name, he tightened his body, and stopped the two of them: "Little friend!"

He already had a low voice and a tall stature, Beibei saw him approaching and hid behind his father.

Seeing that he was scared, Xiang Rong didn't get too close: "Brother Yan Qing you mentioned, what's wrong with him?"

When Beibei heard that he was an acquaintance of Yan Qing, she naturally let go of her guard because of her good impression of Yan Qing: "Brother Yan Qing is sick and has lived here for a long time."

"What's wrong with him?" Xiang Rong asked.

Beibei thought for a while, but couldn't cry out, the adults at the side spoke for Beibei: "Cancer."

There was a muffled thunder on a sunny day, rumbling in Xiang Rong's ears.

His clenched hands softened, and his tense strength was released.

Xiang Rong was nailed to the spot, and his sanity was gnawed away by the dog like a lunar eclipse. The world was gloomy, and it was impossible to distinguish between cloudy and sunny in the chaos.

"I see, thanks," he said.

"It's okay." The father and son turned and left.

Xiang Rong couldn't help himself, he convinced himself that he had misheard the name, and told himself that there were many people with the same name and surname. Yan Qing said that he was a nurse, and he must be healthy.

He returned to the nurse's desk again, his eyes even more decadent.

There were not many people at the nurse's desk, and Wen Yi saw Xiang Rong at a glance: "Have you left yet?"

Xiang Rong stopped outside the stage and said slowly, "What's wrong with Yan Qing?"

Wen Yi took a breath, forced a smile and said, "What are you talking about?"

"I know it all," Xiang Rong's eyes were helpless, and he was panting heavily with every breath, "You guys have been hiding it for long enough, it's time to tell me."

Wen Yi hesitated: "Do you really want to hear it? Yan Qing doesn't want me to tell you."

Xiang Rong looked down at Wen Yi: "You are a nurse, and I am a firefighter. Our duty is to save people. Now that there are wounded in front of us, how can I bear to ignore them?"

After the sonorous words were finished, his tone became humble: "Yan Qing is just a little fool. He is the one who needs to be saved the most, and he still thinks about saving others every day."

Wen Yi was stunned, her thoughts had already changed: "At the end of the corridor is the ward where Yan Qing lived, go there and wait for me, I'll go right away."

This is the first time that Xiang Rong walked into the room where Yan Qing lived. The furnishings in the room are the same as those in other wards, but they became friendly because of Yan Qing's presence. When he came to the bed, there was no smell of disinfectant water filling his mouth and nose , replaced by the looming sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance.

Bright window, clean bed, although no one is there, but Xiang Rong seems to be able to see a child who keeps smiling, lying on the head of the bed, holding a drawing board in his arms, sketching strokes in parallel time and space. world.

"This is where Yan Qing lived," Wen Yi entered the house and closed the door, "He lived here for a long time, five years? Six years? I can't remember."

"Of course he hasn't lived here all the time. He has lived in rooms on this floor intermittently. This bed is the longest he has slept in."

"What exactly is Yan Qing's disease?" Xiang Rong asked in a deep voice.

"The primary bone tumor was malignant as soon as it was discovered on his right humerus. It is commonly called bone cancer, and it is still at an advanced stage," Wen Yi said lightly. , when the disease starts, it hurts to death."

After saying these words, Wen Yi seemed to be relieved. She had been hiding these things for a long time, and these things were finally going to be clear.

But there was a string in Xiang Rong's heart.

"When I saw Yan Qing for the first time, he was only twelve or thirteen years old. I was surprised. How could such a young child have this disease? At that time, he came to the hospital alone. For several weeks, he didn't know who to tell, and finally couldn't help but knocked on the door of the neighbor's aunt, who asked him to come to the hospital.

"After taking the film and checking it, he was diagnosed. He was arranged to be hospitalized, and I was responsible for taking care of him. I was also young at the time. I had just been admitted to the nursing school and was an intern. He was a few years younger than me, so I I often talk to him one after another.

"The strange thing is that Yan Qing has been alone since he was hospitalized. I wonder why his parents didn't come to see him. He told me that his parents went to work in other places. They went there when he was very young and never came back. .

"I knew at that time that he was abandoned. His family conditions were not good. His parents must have known about his illness a long time ago and had no money for treatment, so they hid in other places, leaving only a small child in Wencheng's old house. The warehouse is given to Yan Qing, which is his current home.

"So Yan Qing lived alone since he was a child. He was afraid of the dark, and would turn on the lights when he went to bed at night. He had to keep the lights on every night, saying that his parents would come back someday.

"I didn't tell him the truth, because I didn't want to spoil his thoughts. He insisted that his parents would definitely come back. He had just graduated from elementary school and had no income. The government reimbursed him and let him do it safely. surgery."

While Wen Yi was talking, she touched the lamp by the bed with her hand.

"Yan Qing is so obedient, he doesn't cry when he gets an injection, and he doesn't make trouble when he gets an infusion. He takes medicine when he is asked to take it. When children of the same age are chattering, he just sits quietly in a chair and draws with a brush.

"After the operation, he was assigned to the same ward with another child. That child's family was rich, and his parents accompanied him every day. He served all kinds of delicious and fun things. The snacks and supplements were never broken. I know Yan Qing didn't He has eaten it, but he is not greedy. Holding the cold meal in the hospital canteen, he sits in the corner and eats by himself. The child’s parents will take him to the playground on weekends. Yan Qing secretly asked me what is there in the playground. I told him there was a roller coaster and a Ferris wheel, and I knew he wanted to go too. I comforted him that he would be able to go when he recovered from his illness, but he asked me if the tickets were particularly expensive.

"Later, the child next to him was transferred to a good hospital in a big city. When he left, there was a piece of half-bitten osmanthus cake left on the bedside. After Yan Qing repeatedly confirmed to me that he didn't want it, he couldn't help but taste it. He picked up the falling crumbs with his hands, reluctant to throw them away. It was the first time he ate them. He said he had never eaten such delicious food. He smiled very happily. When I saw him laugh, I wanted to cry. "

Xiang Rong lowered his head, but the strings in his heart were still broken.

Wen Yi let out a long sigh and continued talking.

"Later, Yan Qing grew up a bit, and after he was discharged from the hospital, he was admitted to Lucheng Middle School. He began to want to earn money by himself. First, he used it for medical treatment, and second, he secretly bought some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes behind my back. Registered an account on Xianyu, specializing in painting for others. Although he doesn't earn much, at least he can add an extra chicken leg to dinner, and he is more confident when buying medicine.

"Soon he got sick again, and he had to undergo chemotherapy for the second time. A course of treatment cost [-] yuan less, but how could he get so much money? He chose the cheapest targeted drug. During that time, he was desperately drawing at home, only In order to save enough money before chemotherapy, he had no relatives' relief, no fixed income, and the bank credit investigation would not lend him. When he was desperate, he met someone on the Internet and said that the money was all right. Yan Qing was very happy. He promised to return the money to him with interest in the future.

"Yan Qing was too young and innocent to realize that he had been duped, and the other party not only refused to pay him, but also cheated him of all the money he had saved for painting.

"I didn't know that he was cheated until the day of chemotherapy. I found out that he didn't come to the hospital at the appointed time. I called him, but he couldn't get through, and no one answered my text messages. I hurried to the hospital. At his home, I saw him hugging his legs, curled up on the sofa, his eyes were red, I don't know how long he cried, he didn't speak, he kept biting his lower lip, and there was blood on his lips.

"He said he was dying. I hugged him and said that the money was not a problem. I paid for the chemotherapy. I told him that he didn't have to pay me back. He didn't listen. He saved for a long time before he paid for the money. Passed it on to me."

The events of yesterday seemed to be right in front of my eyes, Wen Yi said it calmly.

"Yan Qing is very optimistic. No matter which ward he lives in, the patients like him very much. He always brings laughter to everyone. Everyone praises him for being sensible. Only I know what he gets for being sensible. Yes. His fear of being abandoned, his helplessness of being alone, and his compromise with the serious illness, so that if you treat him a little better, he wants to give you back twice as much. Patients are very fragile, and Yan Qing also No exception, he is not as strong as he looks on the outside, but he still grins silly every day, this world is a hell for him, and he is trying to turn it into a paradise."

The night covered the city, Xiang Rong stared at his light shadow in the window, he remembered what Yan Qing said during the argument that day, he said that he had at least had his younger sister by his side, had a job that could earn money, and he was not qualified to complain .

He was right, Xiang Rong understood now.

Wen Yi walked to the door again, leaning her back against the white wall.

"Xiang Rong, in fact, Yan didn't get angry with you early in the morning. He was afraid that you would be sad, and wanted to take this opportunity to alienate you, because since the first time you saw him, his life has been at one point. A little bit left you, but you didn't find it.

"You are so kind to him. Whether you rescued him from the fire scene or brought him to realize one wish after another, it made him worry about him. He relied too much on you, as if he regarded you as his own brother, so in After knowing your knot, he is willing to jump out and try to bring you back to a normal life. He takes his dream of painting very seriously, so he doesn't want you to miss the opportunity to realize your dream.

"The hemp rope is only broken at the fine point, and bad luck only finds the poor. His condition is getting worse now, and the medicine treatment is ineffective. The doctor has already discharged him and went home. He seems very happy, but people don't want to die, right?"

Wen Yi exhaled, speaking earnestly.

"He just wanted to save you, just like you saved him without hesitation."

Xiang Rong braced himself, thinking of the child who had to hold the drawing board wherever he went, and the image of him biting down every bite of sweet-scented osmanthus cake. These small and inadvertent moments were as beautiful as a gold-plated dagger, piercing Stirring in my heart, it hurts so badly, this pain is not sudden, it is erosive, flowing, piercing, the pain is so painful that I can't cry out, I can't move, and I can't respond to the pain.

After a long time, he regained his composure and said the second sentence after entering the room.

"Where does Yan Qing live in Wencheng's old house?"

The author has something to say:

a bit bitter...