Fire fighting

Today is the school exam day of the Academy of Fine Arts of Jiangzhou University. Jiangzhou Academy of Fine Arts has always had profound artistic attainments, and the number of students enrolled is very rare. Yan Qing yearns for this university very much. This is his dream school.

The test site was chosen at Lucheng Middle School, which was also Yan Qing's high school, and he hadn't been back for a long time.

The exam lasted from morning to afternoon, and it was already four o'clock when he came out. Yan Qing made an appointment with Xiang Rong to find him at the fire station after the exam.

As soon as Yan Qing took out his mobile phone, he realized that Xiang Rong had sent a message saying that he was waiting at the school gate.

Yan Qing held the canvas bag, running and jumping, rushed out of the school gate with the flow of people, and saw a person standing on the side of the road from afar, looking for the crowd awkwardly, after he yelled, that person saw Own.

"Brother Xiang Rong!"

Xiang Rong heard the sound, his forever indifferent expression suddenly became sunny, he smiled and walked against the flow of people.

Seeing him approaching, Yan Qing grinned and said, "Why are you here so early?"

"It's no fun sitting in the office, so I came here earlier." Xiang Rong said, taking the canvas bag from him.

"But sister Wen Yi hasn't left work yet, so we'll wait even if we go there."

Xiang Rong agreed to invite Jiang Ce and Wen Yi to dinner tonight, saying that he wanted to thank Wen Yi for his tireless delivery of meals when Yan Qing was still in the hospital some time ago.

After all, Wen Yi contributed a lot to the reconciliation this time.

Xiang Rong didn't think too much about it, he just wanted to come and pick him up earlier: "Then let's find a place to hang around?"

Yan Qing scratched his face, looked around, and finally fixed his eyes on the school gate: "Brother Xiang Rong, why don't I show you around the school."

The four characters of Lucheng Middle School are vigorous and vigorous, and they are firmly attached to the electric retractable door.

Xiang Rong didn't move, he seemed to be hesitating.

Yan Qing added: "Today is just in time for the school exam, so you can come in and out freely, and you can't get in if you want to."

Xiang Rong paused for a while before agreeing to say "yes".

The setting sun hangs in the corner of the sky, like gold smelted by poor craftsmen. The gold is not pure enough, but it still has the true color of the blue sky.

The students in the teaching building were chasing and playing. There were two or three boys playing football with their shoulders and backs, and several pairs of girls were walking arm in arm. Occasionally, teachers and parents kept shuttling through the classroom.

The golden light shone obliquely on the promenade, Xiang Rong and Yan Qing walked side by side, he asked with concern: "How did you do in the exam this time?"

"Hmm—" Yan Qing said with a long voice, "I don't know, it feels okay."

Xiang Rong asked again: "When will the results come out?"

"It's more than a month. If you do well in the exam, you might get an admission notice!" Yan Qing was very excited just thinking about it, "But I see other people's works are very good, so I should be impossible. .”

"Don't be discouraged," Xiang Rong comforted, and then asked curiously, "What did you take the test for?"

"Sketch, color, sketch, and design."

"Sounds a bit complicated."

"Not only does it sound, but my hands are sore."

Xiang Rong looked down at Yan Qing's hand, and said half-jokingly: "Order a fish tonight, and feed the kitten well."

Yan Qing held back his laughter, and replied, "Then I'll give the puppy some of his favorite bones."

Walking up the stairs to the third floor, Yan Qing led Xiang Rong to stop outside a classroom, he opened the window and looked into the room.

"Brother Xiang Rong, this is the art room. I used to draw pictures in it."

Xiang Rong followed his gaze and looked inward, there was no one in the room, the blackboard was divided into two halves by the setting sun, and there were left art homework on it, a few statues were placed in the corner, and a drawing board with seven or eight half-person heights stood in the center , The cabinet next to it is full of brushes and paints.

This is the place where Yan Qing stayed, and Xiang Rong wanted to take a closer look.

In addition, Yan Qing also took him to the library and the stadium, he and Xiang Rong chatted and laughed all the way, time slipped away quickly.

After walking through most of the places that can be visited, Yan Qing asked: "Brother Xiang Rong, is there any place you particularly want to go?"

Xiang Rong withdrew his smile and thought for a moment.

"Can you take me to see Class [-], Class [-], Liberal Arts High?"

Although Yan Qing is also a third year in high school, he is academic and has never been to a liberal arts class, but he readily accepted it and asked as he walked, "Do you know anyone?"

Xiang Rong nodded: "My sister used to be in that class."

As if struck by lightning, Yan Qing stopped breathing. He just knew that Xiang Rong's sister was as old as him, but he didn't expect that they were still in the same school.

He who had always been lively suddenly lost his motivation, he didn't want to poke Xiang Rong's sadness.

Seeing that he lost his strength, Xiang Rong said with a forced smile, "Don't worry, I've let it go, this time I just want to take a look."

Class [-] of Senior Three is just like other classes, there is no difference. Even because the college entrance examination is approaching, the floor of Senior Three is quiet, and the students are all bowing their heads in the classroom for self-study.

If Xiang Xin is still there, she should be immersed in her studies at the moment.

Xiang Rong didn't speak, and stood at the closed door. The report card of last month's monthly exam was pasted on the wall. He knew that there would be no Xiang Xin's name, but he still looked for it.

Unable to find it, he turned around and put his hands on the window sill. He could clearly see the playground downstairs, but he looked at the rooftop of the opposite building.

Six months ago, my sister jumped from there, leaving the pain to herself.

Xiang Rong's shadow fell on the ground, showing decadence.

Yan Qing leaned against the wall beside him and whispered, "Brother Xiang Rong."

Xiang Rong came back to his senses, and after seeing Yan Qing, his eyes showed warmth again: "Huh?"

Yan Qing's eyes were empty, as if he was thinking: "When I was about to be discharged from the hospital, there was a grandma living in the next bed. She was very kind to me and took good care of me. I was very happy with her, but grandma is a deaf-mute. So I really wanted to buy her a hearing aid, but it was a pity that she left early, and that night she said she didn't have it, so she was gone."

Only then did Xiang Rong know Yan Qing's original intention to buy a hearing aid.

Yan Qing continued: "Grandma loves to read and is a very knowledgeable person. It is she who has always encouraged me to let go of my grudges and be brave enough to be friends with you. Before she passed away, she told me not to be afraid that flowers will wither. At least it bloomed."

He also looked towards the rooftop, with a deep meaning: "Although Xiang Xin is withered, she has existed beautifully. She loves to eat rice dumplings with candied dates, and likes to smile silly. As long as we remember her, she will be by our side."

"Brother Xiang Rong, you are at the best stage. You are the age that will shine even under the sun. You have a bright future, and the road ahead will be paved with flowers. Even if one flower fades, the others will bloom by themselves. Flowers There is a flowering period, there will be no flowers to accompany you all the way, but there will always be flowers that will continue to bloom.”

Xiang Rong tilted his head, and the evening wind fell into Yan Qing's eyebrows and eyes against the light, tender and gentle.

He understood that Yan Qing was a new flower.

He also understands that Yan Qing's flowering period is not long.

Yan Qing smiled brightly: "Brother Xiang Rong, I know you have a knot in your heart, even if you can't untie it, I want to tie it into a bow for you."

His eyes shone brightly, like broken gold.

Xiang Rong couldn't help laughing at these words, he looked into Yan Qing's bright eyes, and his heart softened after all.

This time, it was time to let it go completely.

"Understood," Xiang Rong said lightly, "Then what kind of flower are you?"

Yan Qing did not hesitate: "Of course it is Sunflower."

Although Xiang Rong agreed in his heart, he said unrelentingly: "I see you are talking non-stop, it must be morning glory."

"You!" Yan Qing gritted his teeth and retorted, "Then you are a dog's tail flower."

"You are rape flower."

"You are the Overlord Flower."

"You are a piranha."

"You're popcorn."

Xiang Rong: "...is popcorn a flower?"

Yan Qing: "I say yes."

Xiang Rong glanced at the time: "It's getting late, Jiang Ce and Wen Yi are about to get off work, let's go."

"Okay," Yan Qing rushed down the stairs, "What's for dinner?"

"Which one do you want to eat?" Xiang Rong's steps were correct, three steps in parallel.

"Isn't it your treat?" Yan Qing said, "You should order it."

Xiang Rong raised his eyebrows, and his walking posture became casual: "You are the one who invited me, and I will listen to you."

Yan Qing didn't refuse, touched his chin and said, "I still want to eat at that one, just the night I watched the bridge."

"No problem." Xiang Rong deserved it.

The four of them met at the entrance of the restaurant. Before everyone arrived, Xiang Rong ordered a few dishes. While waiting for the dishes, he saw Yan Qing playing with his mobile phone. There is a news.

"According to the forecast of the Yanshan Astronomical and Meteorological Observatory, the Lyrid meteor shower will usher in its peak in the near future. The best observation time in Lucheng is from [-]:[-] tomorrow night to [-]:[-] am the next day. As long as the sky is clear, you can see its scenery in the surrounding areas. But this scene The flow of meteor showers is very small, and the number of viewings per hour may fluctuate around three or four. Welcome to follow the official account of Yanshan Astronomical and Meteorological Observatory, and we will provide high-definition live broadcasts for the audience.”

Just seeing this, Xiang Rong caught a glimpse of two people walking in from the corner of his eye.

Jiang Ce took Wen Yi and walked into the restaurant slowly: "Brother Rong, why are you suddenly so generous and want to treat us to dinner?"

Xiang Rong locked the screen of the phone and said, "Are there not many people invited?"

"You are the big brother I recognize. What happened to letting my brother and I have a few meals alone, but today is different, there are so many people." Jiang Ce didn't feel ashamed, and was even proud of it.

Xiang Rong didn't want to talk to him.

"Sister Wen Yi, brother Jiang Ce, you are here." Yan Qing stood up and greeted her.

"Sit down, don't be so formal," Wen Yi said, "How is your body recently?"

Yan Qing returned with a water bottle: "I haven't had any illnesses since I was discharged from the hospital, and I feel pretty good."

"That's good," Wen Yi said comfortingly, "Eat more tonight."

Before the dishes were ready, a few bottles of wine came first. Jiang Ce wanted to smoke, but Wen Yi and Xiang Rong stopped him.

Wen Yi: "Yan Qing is still here."

Xiang Rong: "I have to take it outside."

Yan Qing: "..."

Jiang Ce stuffed the cigarette back into the cigarette case resentfully: "Hey, can I ask how you two reconciled?"

Yan Qing pursed his lips, turned away from the curious gaze on the other side, and lowered his head in embarrassment.

Xiang Rong took a breath, feeling a little embarrassed, and said briefly: "Just make up like that."

"What kind?" Jiang Ce moved his head closer.

"What does it have to do with you?" Xiang Rong picked up the wine bottle and gulped it down.

"Yo, I'm making my brother Rong so shy," Jiang Ce patted Xiang Rong on the shoulder, "Don't ask, don't ask, the result is more important than the process, just reconcile."

"Actually, I called you to dinner tonight. There are two things." Xiang Rong cleared his throat, as if he had been preparing for a long time. "The first thing is to thank you two. Yi has also been helping me deliver meals, I said before that I would invite you, if Wen Yi hadn't told me the truth, I don't know how long I would have been deceived by someone pretending to be a nurse."

As he spoke, he tilted his head and deliberately glanced at Yan Qing, who blocked his eyes in embarrassment.

Wen Yi smiled and said: "Sure, the patient's family should have been told about the illness. I have already regarded you as Yan Qing's brother."

"It's not my brother," Jiang Ce covered his mouth and snickered, "It's my cousin."

"The second thing is..." Xiang Rong mustered his strength and said seriously, "I'm going to return to the team next week."

The place was quiet for two seconds at first, everyone was dumbfounded, especially Jiang Ce, he pinched his ears, with a look of disbelief: "I heard it right, you, you want to come back?"

Xiang Rong nodded solemnly.

Surprise turned into joy, Jiang Ce couldn't come back to his senses, his gaze shifted from Yan Qing to Wen Yi: "I'm not dreaming, brother Rong said he wants to return to the team?"

Wen Yi smiled all over her face: "You heard that right."

Jiang Ceteng stood up from his seat, put his arms around Xiang Rong's neck from behind, and shouted.There was a big battle, and the customers in the store all looked over at the same time.

"I knew you were not an irresponsible person, and I didn't recognize you as a brother in vain," Jiang Ce swayed back and forth, bursting out of his head with excitement, picked up the bottle and stuffed it into Xiang Rong's hand, "Drink Drink, I have to get you drunk tonight."

The whole dinner was full of joy and laughter. Although Yan Qing knew that Jiang Ce was always fooling around, it was the first time he saw him so happy. Wen Yi on the side also congratulated him repeatedly. Xiang Rong drank a lot of wine, but he was not a little drunk.

Yan Qing saw that Xiang Rong was smiling, and he laughed too. Xiang Rong is a man of enterprise, and Yan Qing was happy for him.

But everyone else drank wine, only Yan Qing drank water, and he drank too much, he wanted to go to the toilet.

Seeing that he had just left, Xiang Rong immediately said to Jiang Ce, "Can the big searchlight at the fire station still work?"

When the subject changed, Jiang Ce was stunned: "Yes, what's the matter?"

"Do me a favor tomorrow night, will you?"

Jiang Ce didn't even think about it: "Okay, what are you going to do?"

Xiang Rong said: "I heard that there will be a meteor shower tomorrow night, but the traffic is small, so we may not be able to see it. Yan Qing has always wanted to see it, so I thought..."

After talking about the plan for a long time, Jiang Ce suddenly realized, and slapped his chest: "I understand, leave it to me."

Wen Yi took out some Chinese medicines from her bag, and handed them to Xiang Rong: "This is an anti-cancer medicine. Although it can't be cured, it can support the righteousness and nourish the body. It's a bit bitter. Yan Qing definitely doesn't want to drink it, but He listens to you, you have to ask him to decoct it every day and not stop for a day, otherwise the effect of the medicine will be reduced by half."

Xiang Rong took it silently and thanked him.

When Yan Qing returned to his seat, he found that they were still talking about Xiang Rong's return to the team.

After the meal, Jiang Ce, smelling of alcohol, dragged Wen Yi to a distance, while Yan Qing stood beside Xiang Rong, waving goodbye to them.

After the two figures were no longer visible, Xiang Rong lowered his head, looked at the people beside him, and said, "Go, I'll take you home."

Yan Qing replied "OK" and said, "But I want to go to a place first."

The water in Shenjiang reflects the moonlight, there are cruise ships on the top, fish and shrimps on the bottom, and old people fishing on the shore, motionless.

This road is very familiar. Xiang Rong has been here countless times. He followed Yan Qing's footsteps and finally stopped in front of the turret on Wuli Street. It was already past lunch time and there were fewer people.

The moon hangs high and just rises to the hollow, as if it is topped on the spire by a turret.

"Brother Xiang Rong, do you still remember this place?"

This is the place where Xiang Rong met Yan Qing for the first time. It was March, and a fire broke out in the rain. He broke into the building alone and carried the unconscious Yan Qing out of the fire.

Of course Xiang Rong remembered.

The turret was closed at night, Yan Qing walked around to the grass beside the building and whistled against the wall.

Xiang Rong didn't know what he was doing.

After the whistle sounded, a black figure suddenly jumped out of the high wall in the courtyard of the turret. It jumped down the wall and ran out of the courtyard. After landing, it didn't go anywhere, circled around Yan Qing, and rubbed against his trousers.

Xiang Rong took a closer look, and the black shadow took shape under the moonlight.

This is a four-month-old Chinese pastoral dog. With its messy hair, you can tell it is a stray dog ​​at a glance.

Yan Qing knelt down and reached out to touch the top of its head, but Xiang Rong shouted "Wait".

"It's okay, it doesn't bite."

The little yellow dog seemed to listen to Yan Qing's words very much, and grinned at being touched. Not only that, but its forelimbs were also resting on Yan Qing's knee, sticking out its tongue and trying to lick Yan Qing's face.

But Yan Qing didn't let him lick it, but just hugged it on his lap.

"Do you see what I brought you?" Yan Qing took out two ham sausages from his pocket, carefully tore open the package, and broke them into several pieces.

The little yellow dog took one bite at a time, eating with relish.

Seeing this scene, Xiang Rong asked, "Does it know you?"

"We know each other," Yan Qing said, "the first time I picked it up was by the river, it was dying, as if it had been abandoned by someone, and I had no money to raise it, so I placed it in a turret and took care of it for a while. Time, there are many delicious foods in the snack street, there will always be customers throwing away unfinished food, and it can be full here."

For some reason, Xiang Rong felt a little blocked.

"I'll come here every now and then to bring it something to eat, just like today, including the day we first met," Yan Qing stroked the little yellow dog's hair with a soft voice like the wind, "so Brother Xiang Rong , In fact, you misunderstood me, I never thought of committing suicide, the reason why I broke into the turret on the day of the fire was actually to bring it out."

Xiang Rong's body trembled, as if a lump was stuck in his throat.

Yan Qing didn't stop: "The reason why I didn't say it all the time was because I didn't think it was necessary. Firstly, my illness was difficult to recover, and secondly, I thought I wouldn't know you well, but I didn't control the distance well. I'm sorry, I It shouldn't have been kept a secret from you."

"No need to apologize, I didn't think that ending my life is what I want to hear," Xiang Rong took the words and said seriously, "I just want to tell you that if you encounter such a situation again, you can't risk your life. Did you hear that?"

"But it is still alive." Compared with Xiang Rong's tone, Yan Qing was softer, "I can't bear to leave it inside alone."

Xiang Rong thought he was paranoid and raised his voice: "It's a dog, and it belongs to people's property in the legal sense. Besides, it's a stray dog. Human life is above everything else, don't you understand?"

"Understood, but I didn't think too much about it at the time," Yan Qing said calmly, "I just thought it was abandoned by others just like me, and if I didn't save it, no one would."

Xiang Rong was stabbed in the heart, but the words were in his mouth but he couldn't say them.

"I saved it, and it will live longer than me," Yan Qing smiled at the little yellow dog, stroking it with no effort every time, "Little dog, I don't know how long I can feed you, If one day I don't come, you have to live a good life."

Xiang Rong understood what he meant, Yan Qing was telling himself.

He stepped forward, bent down, rubbed the little yellow dog's head, and said softly: "It will."

After the little yellow dog finished eating, he jumped and rolled in front of the two of them again, showing off his martial arts.

Yan Qing leaned back and forth with a smile, and Xiang Rong also smiled slightly. He glanced behind Yan Qing and saw a notebook slipping out of the canvas bag.

Xiang Rong could tell at a glance that it was the wish book he had given to Yan Qing.

He picked it up from the ground, opened it, and Yan Qing memorized every item very neatly.

In addition to the previous wishes, there were some new wishes, and since the quarrel, he hadn't seen the newly added ones.

"Earn tuition, clean up the house." Xiang Rong read silently until the last line.

The words on the last line were stroked by a pen, probably because I regretted writing it, or felt embarrassed after writing it.

Talk about a love affair.

This, this is...

Xiang Rong's eyes widened: "Talk, talk about love?"

Hearing the voice, Yan Qing looked sideways, only to find that Xiang Rong was looking at the wish book.

He was taken aback, and sat up in a panic from the ground, his feet were not steady, and he staggered and snatched the book.

The roots of his ears were red, and if it wasn't for the blurry night, it would have been very conspicuous.

"How do you peek at other people's things?!"

The evening wind was originally cool, but Xiang Rong felt inexplicably hot.

"I, I'm looking at it openly," he asked urgently, holding back for a long time before questioning, "Who do you want to fall in love with?"

Yan Qing couldn't breathe well, and felt like someone was scratching his heart: "I wrote it casually."

"Oh." Xiang Rong responded blankly.

Yan Qing stuffed the notebook into the canvas bag and put it at the bottom. Seeing Xiang Rong standing there stupidly, he hid in anger.

The little yellow dog didn't know the situation, and pulled Yan Qing's shoe with his front foot. Seeing that he didn't respond, he ran to Xiang Rong again and circled around.

The night seemed to be anesthetized, and the air froze into one.

Xiang Rong always felt that he had to say something, scratched his head, hesitated for a moment: "I'm sorry, I thought there was no privacy here, so I just..."

Yan Qing didn't speak, he felt embarrassed to say anything now.

Xiang Rong took a small step forward: "Well, are you free tomorrow?"

Yan Qing squinted, as if waiting for his next words.

"There is a sunflower field over Yanshan Mountain, do you want to go there?"

Yan Qing pondered for a while, then nodded.

Xiang Rong breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face, and took two steps closer proudly: "Then I will pick you up tomorrow morning."

Yan Qing squatted down again, started playing with the little yellow dog, pretending to be casual and said "Okay".

The vicissitudes of the turret under the bright moon are bright and vicissitudes, Yan Qing teased the puppy again, and Xiang Rong looked at Yan Qing again.