Fire fighting

Wencheng Road doesn't look like a part of Lucheng. Even though it's approaching evening, the hustle and bustle of the city has just started, and it's already very quiet here.

There are no people in the old residential area. The buildings do not exceed three floors.

Because it is close to Shenjiang, the tide smells pickled the whole way.

The street lamps on the street were poorly connected due to the rain some time ago, flickering on and off, and sometimes showing the shadow of Yan Qing. He dragged the box and walked on the small road, and finally stopped at a room near the river. bungalow.

Got home.

It is not so much a bungalow as it is a remodeled warehouse. A small room of 30 square meters, one bedroom, one living room, one living room and one kitchen. You can see everything at the door. There are no windows in the house, but there is a transparent floor-to-ceiling door that leads to the garden in the south. .

Although it is crowded, it is not messy. The room has not become mediocre because of the tight conditions, but on the contrary, it looks warm because it is neatly arranged.

After not coming home for a long time, the air was full of dust. Yan Qing turned on the overhead light and was about to sit down when he saw the dust on the cushion. He was very tired, but he still picked up the rag.

He cleaned up the house briefly, and came to the garden outside the French door. The weeds in the yard grew wildly, and there was almost no place to step.

Yan Qing held the broom and swept the silt on the grass. There was no sound in the world, only the sound of brushing the fallen leaves.

The moon was as cool as water, and the light bulbs lit in the house became the only light source, and occasionally a few crows flew overhead.The wind doesn't care about a person's physical condition, it blows when it should.

After a while he was tired, his forehead was covered with sweat, but he didn't stop, the yard would not be swept if he didn't sweep it himself.

It's late at night and people are still, and my heart feels like a huge stone has sunk.

When he took a short rest, he glanced outside, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the letter box standing outside the iron gate, and there were two things faintly placed on the letter box.

Yan Qing walked out the door, and only when he got closer did he see clearly.

The iron sheet of the mailbox was a little damp, and two dolls were sitting there, a puppy and a kitten.

The puppy snuggled up next to the kitten, lowered its head, wagged its tail, with an aggrieved face.

Yan Qing felt very familiar, why do these two dolls look the same as the paintings he once gave to customers?

Looking at these things that came out of nowhere, Yan Qing couldn't figure it out. He took the things into the yard, and when he was wondering if someone had delivered them to the wrong address, he saw a note pasted on the back of the puppy doll, with three sentences written on it:

"One day, the puppy didn't get up until twelve o'clock in the noon, and the kitten asked him angrily: "The sun is going to dry his butt, why don't you wake up? ""

"The puppy told him confidently: "Yes!Sorry! ""

"Now I also tell you with confidence: "I'm sorry. ""

Yan Qing was stunned, and there was a line of small characters written under the note: "Open the doll and there will be a surprise."

He touched it carefully, and sure enough, he came across a protruding thing. He unzipped the zipper on the back of the doll, and took out a huge paper-cut and a bag of seeds from the cotton.

As soon as Yan Qing smelled it, he knew it was sunflower seeds. He liked sunflowers the most.

He took apart the paper-cuts bit by bit, and the spread area was almost as big as half a door.

The paper-cutting is divided into eight parts, and each part is like telling a story, from when the puppy and the kitten met for the first time, to when they bought pastries together, when they watched the sea by the bridge, and when they made sunny dolls on the table together , Then the puppy and the cat had a quarrel, the puppy wagged its tail around the kitten and begged for mercy, then the kitten turned from crying to laughing, and finally the puppy and kitten played together again, the two of them sat in a sunflower field, watching the rising sun , magnificent.

For a moment, Yan Qing felt inexplicably flustered. Before he could react, a familiar call came from outside the iron gate.

"Yan Qing!"

The voice was loud and firm, gentle and powerful, Yan Qing seemed to have been electrocuted, and he wanted to turn around but didn't dare to turn around.

He turned around slowly, his eyes as if frozen in an ice cellar.

The young man standing outside the iron gate, his eyes seem to be able to see through the autumn water. In the elegant and foggy night, he is wearing a bright moonlight, standing tall and straight, with his hands clenched on the fence, like a giant tree that stands upright and cannot be blown down by wind and snow , Thunderstorms can't be defeated, and the luxuriant leaves and branches can support the lost and hopeless birds to inhabit their homes.

He was still wearing a black jacket, just like when Yan Qing first saw him in the raging fire in the turret.

The person I was looking forward to seeing the most came unexpectedly.

Xiang Rong couldn't take his eyes off the faces of the people in the courtyard, his eyes full of worry: "Yan Qing, you, are you sick?"

Yan Qing's heart sank, he turned his back and did not speak.

Xiang Rong looked at his back, paused for a moment and said: "I came this time to apologize to you in person, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that day."

He felt that his apology was feeble and worthless, so he took out a plastic bag from behind and stuck it in through the crack of the door: "I, I made some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, it's delicious, you have a taste .”

Yan Qing's feet seemed to be glued to the ground, and his thin clothes swayed in the wind: "Mei Xi personally entered the room as an apprentice, so it was you."

Xiang Rong heard his voice again, clear and weak, as if speaking with strength.

"I didn't mean to hide it from you. I saw that one of your wishes was to buy a hearing aid. I wanted to help you realize it as soon as possible, but I was afraid that you would refuse, so I..."

"No need," Yan Qing interrupted him, "This wish can't be fulfilled."

Xiang Rong was stunned, choking so hard that he couldn't open his mouth.

Yan Qing clenched the broom in his hand: "Brother Xiang Rong, I don't know any unique skills. The only skill I have is painting. Although the business is mediocre, I am very happy, especially when I see what the customers left for me. When I get good reviews, I can feel that they like my work, and I will also be motivated to draw the next one."

The cool wind made him cough lightly, and when he thought of Xiang Rong's original intention of asking him to paint, he felt chills: "Brother Xiang Rong, do you know? I hope customers buy my paintings out of love, not sympathy .”

"I like!"

Xiang Rong said loudly without concealment, Yan Qing's heart trembled.

Xiang Rong said again: "Do you still remember the picture of playing football that you gave me for the first time? There is also the picture of me making rice dumplings with my family, whether I asked you to buy it on Xianyu or during that time You gave me the gifts at the fire station every day, and I hung them on the wall of the office. Even if you ticked them off, those paintings are more important than any pennant awards. I like your paintings, or because of those paintings You drew it, that's why I like it."

Yan Qing was apprehensive, his already tense body became even stiffer.

Xiang Rong stopped hiding and confessed all the thoughts in his heart.

"Since my sister passed away, I have attributed all the faults to myself. I feel that my negligence has caused all this. I dare not face this matter and keep my mouth shut to everyone. Captain, comrades, colleagues , I couldn’t listen to their persuasion, I couldn’t even find the meaning of my work, until I met you, Yan Qing, while helping you realize your wishes, I was also satisfying my own desire to help others, and shouldered the responsibility of saving my life. human responsibility.

"But I found that you are different from others. Although the people I saved before were very enthusiastic, they will not enter my life. Only you will give me gifts, tell me jokes, and come to the fire station to find me every day , I watched you eat, followed you to paint, I began to look forward to your arrival every day, you didn't force me to get out of the shadow of the past, but the comfort you brought me was more effective than doctors."

Xiang Rong turned down the volume with shame: "When I saw you in the corner tower, I thought there was something unsatisfactory in your life, so I promised to help you realize your wish. I thought I was saving you, that I was your life-saving straw. , but I was so stupid that I didn't even realize that it was me who fell into the water, and you saved me."

After finishing speaking, his voice raised again unconsciously: "You are stronger and braver than me. Even though the enemies you face are more terrifying than mine, you still work hard to pursue your dream of painting. Compared with you, I dare not I was cowardly and blindly escaping. I thought about it for a long time, and now I have figured it out. Firefighting is not only my profession, but also my heart. I promise you that I will not give up this path, and I will keep going.”

Hearing this, Yan Qing smiled, the smile lasted only for a moment, and he changed back to the expression just now. It was also the most gratifying thing for him to be able to really help Xiang Rong.

But parting will always come, maybe before the frost, maybe on the summer solstice.

He pretended not to care, and continued to sweep the floor with the broom in his hand. Timely stop loss was the result of his deliberation.

"Brother Xiang Rong, it's getting late, go back quickly."

"I won't go," Xiang Rong felt as if a knife had been stabbed in his chest, excruciating pain, "I know everything about you."

Yan Qing was startled again, and the sweeping hand stopped.

Xiang Rong knew what he was afraid of, and said: "I know your childhood experience, and I also know the process of your disease resistance. You are still young and have undertaken too much, but everything has passed, and you still have so much. Many wishes have not come true, I want to continue to accompany you, just like the puppy in your hand accompanying the kitten, let's eat osmanthus cake and plant sunflowers together, no matter what the final result is, I will bear it with you."

Yan Qing was silent. If Xiang Rong secretly bought paintings on Xianyu, he could justify a few words, and he was speechless for the rest.

Xiang Rong said in a firm tone: "It's windy and windy, but sunny days will always come. This is what you told me, do you remember? Your sunny doll has worked, and it will be sunny tomorrow. I bought two Amusement park tickets, would you like to go with me?"

playground.

Yan Qing's eyes were moist.

He guessed that Wen Yi had told Xiang Rong everything.

"Brother Xiang Rong, since you know everything, I won't hide it from you," Yan Qing said, "I was thrown here by my parents and kicked out of the hospital. I understand my illness, and I have been judged by society. The death penalty is gone, there is no hope, but you still have a future, a dream, and you can meet new friends and love new people, you shouldn’t waste your time on me.”

He spoke very softly, trying to control his voice from trembling, his tone was flat, as light as ashes.

"You go, tomorrow will be a new day for you."

After speaking, he held the broom and walked straight into the house.

He didn't want to do this either, but he had to be decisive. Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. He understands this truth.

The moment he tiptoed inside the door, he heard a loud shout from outside the iron gate.

"Yan Qing, listen to me! Others don't want you, I want you, others don't save you, I will save you!"

Yan Qing's feet stopped, his whole body froze, and his heart stopped suddenly, as if he had been poked hard by something.

There was no expression on his face, but the tears fell one by one, and a sour gas rushed to the top of his head, so sore that his teeth ached and his heart trembled.

Looking at his gradually trembling back, Xiang Rong shook the solid door and found that it could not be opened. He climbed up from the high wall on one side with his bare hands, quickly climbed over the top of the wall, jumped again, and landed firmly in the courtyard.

Yan Qing turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw this scene through his tearful eyes. He should have thought that Xiang Rong was a firefighter, which would be easy for him.

He stood there, watching Xiang Rong approaching step by step. He wanted to say something, but before he could speak, Xiang Rong snatched the broom in his hand and threw it on the ground. The next second, he was grabbed by the fireman in front of him. into his arms.

The embrace is tight and warm, like a quilt baked by the sun in warm spring.

The world was silent, but Yan Qing felt like an earthquake in his heart, he didn't avoid it, he didn't speak, he just snuggled into it, as if hiding in it for a while, he could catch his breath.

He felt so tired, the accumulated emotions broke through the defense line, and finally collapsed in an embrace. Even if he was cheated out of money before, even if he was so sick that he rolled in pain, even if he heard the word amputation, he had never suffered such grievances.

He cried, cried out loud.

Xiang Rong hugged the limp child, and the crying in his arms seemed to be accusing the injustice of the world. He was heartbroken, and he couldn't give anything except this hug.

The night sky is lit by stars, like thousands of fireflies on a midsummer night.

It didn't take long before the crying became quieter, and his mood gradually stabilized. This gaffe made Yan Qing somewhat shy. He pulled himself out of Xiang Rong's arms, turned half of his body, and was embarrassed to look directly at Xiang Rong.

Xiang Rong wanted to wipe away the tears that were still hanging on him, but he stretched his hand halfway and felt that it was over the limit. He retracted and took out a piece of paper, and hurriedly sent it over: "Wipe it, your face is crying like a little cat."

Yan Qing stubbornly didn't pick it up, and wiped it off with a swipe of his arm. His voice was still a little choked up, and he choked up and said, "Brother Xiang Rong, you talked a lot tonight."

Xiang Rong pursed his lips and said, "I haven't seen you for a few days, and I'm holding back my words."

He took out another piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake that he made himself, and handed it to Yan Qing's mouth: "I have no strength after crying, let's eat something to replenish energy."

The fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus came rushing to his face, Yan Qing took a closer look, and found that there were several wounds on Xiang Rong's fingers. Thinking of his clumsy appearance when he painted the face of Qingtian doll, Yan Qing guessed that it must be when he made the paper-cut. broken.

Xiang Rong noticed that he was looking at his wound, and said carelessly: "It's okay, I accidentally made it, it will be fine tomorrow, eat quickly."

Yan Qing nodded. He wanted to maintain his image, but he couldn't hold back and took a big bite.

"Hey, he bit my hand." Xiang Rong said.

The sweetness overflowed in the mouth, and an osmanthus flower bloomed on the tip of the tongue. Yan Qing was a little surprised, it tasted the same as the one sold outside.

Looking at his expression, Xiang Rong knew what he was thinking: "How is it, isn't it good?"

Yan Qing didn't answer, just after swallowing, Xiang Rong put the second piece to his mouth.

This time Yan Qing didn't eat right away, he didn't speak, and suddenly complained: "I said before that whoever mentions meeting again is a puppy, don't say you forgot."

Xiang Rong was stunned, his face was livid, and he was a little embarrassed: "Wang!"

The cry was caught off guard, Yan Qing wanted to see him make a joke, but he didn't expect him to react like this.

Xiang Rong nodded the puppy doll in Yan Qing's hand: "This is me, Wang!"

"It's a rascal..." Yan Qing muttered, "I didn't realize you were this kind of person before."

Xiang Rong smiled cheekily: "Then what do you think I am?"

"I won't say it, so that you won't be complacent after listening to it." Yan Qing glanced at him, then looked at the two dolls, "Brother Xiang Rong, why am I a kitten and you are a puppy?"

Xiang Rong explained: "Because when the two of us are chatting, you will send me an emoji pack of a kitten, and I will send you an emoji pack of a puppy."

Yan Qing chuckled: "But I don't only send kitten emojis, sometimes I also send other things to customers."

Xiang Rong looked at his bright eyes and restored his usual smile, and said, "But I'll only send it to you."

The wind has heated up, entering from the left ear and exiting from the right ear, and when it brushes against the face, it is warm, making both cheeks flush.

Yan Qing couldn't answer, so he blinked.

Xiang Rong's heart also stopped for a while, he seemed to feel that the atmosphere was strange, and he said: "Eat osmanthus cake, come."

"I'll eat later, I'll clean up the yard first," Yan Qing said, and was about to pick up the broom on the ground, half-jokingly said, "Look at you jumping in over the wall and stepping on the place I cleaned. "

Xiang Rong bent over even faster, he grabbed the broom and hid it behind him: "I'm here to apologize, I'm here to sweep."

Yan Qing felt sorry and wanted to rob him, but Xiang Rong pulled him into the room and pressed him on the sofa: "You just got out of the hospital, rest more, don't rob me."

After speaking, he turned around and walked back to the yard, rolled up his sleeves and started sweeping.

"I don't get paid." Yan Qing teased.

"Just lend me you tomorrow." Xiang Rong replied loudly in the yard.

Seeing him sweeping hard, Yan Qing smiled through tears.

The moon is white and the wind is clear, and the sky will be clear tomorrow.

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Long live the reconciliation!