Fire fighting

The sun is setting, but there is still afterglow in the sky.

When Xiang Rong put Yan Qing down, he was already out of breath.

Yan Qing scratched his face, a little ashamed: "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard," Xiang Rong gasped, "N-and not tired."

Yan Qing didn't know what he was talking about, insisted on being brave, handed Xiang Rong a bottle of water, and drank it in one gulp.

There are beautiful scenery on the top of the peak, full of exotic flowers and verdant trees. The view here is wide, the city can be seen nearby, and the sea can be seen from a distance. The visual feast brought by the magnificent waves can only be appreciated by standing on a high place.

There are fewer tourists on the top of the mountain, and there are no scenic spots. Only a white spherical building appears in front of you. The disc-like telescope is like a pearl, inlaid in the center of the mountains woven by forests and seas.

This is Yanshan Astronomical Meteorological Observatory.

Walk in and take a look, the interior is decorated like a museum, with introductions of major galaxies, science popularization of optics and meteorology, and an 8K resolution dome theater, where Yan Qing sits and watches, as if he is really traveling in the universe.

In addition, Yan Qing checked all the black hole skylight, meteorite image, vacuum simulation, and aerospace exhibition area.

There is a souvenir shop at the exit. Yan Qing wandered around for a long time, and Xiang Rong stood by the cashier, waiting for him to choose and pay directly.

But Yan Qing was just looking at it, and had no particular interest.

When he left, his attention was caught by a poster.

There is an activity written on the poster, and the title is impressive: Write to your future self.

Xiang Rong walked over and saw him frozen in place: "Want to write?"

Yan Qing hesitated for a while, but couldn't make up his mind.

The staff member is a girl with a sweet smile. Seeing the two of them stop, she walked over and said: "The theme of our planetarium this month is 'Traveling Through Time', which is a unique activity. If you have anything to say to yourself, you can Write it on letter paper, and we will keep it for you for five years, and then send it to the address you provided to complete a dialogue between the past and the future. I believe that when you receive this letter in the future, you will definitely be moved by today's scene. "

Yan Qing was a little moved by what she said, and looked sideways at Xiang Rong.

Xiang Rong smiled: "If you want to write, just write. It's not easy to climb a mountain once, so don't leave any regrets."

"Okay, let me try."

"Okay," said the staff member, "the letter is inside, please come in with me."

Yan Qing was taken into the inner room alone, there are tables, chairs and spider plants, it is very quiet, it is indeed suitable for thinking and creation.

He turned his pen on his chin, not knowing how to write, and occasionally glanced at Xiang Rong out of the soundproof glass window, only to see him smile knowingly, as if signaling that he should not worry.

His eyes fell back to the paper, but the tip of the pen was far away.

Instructions were posted on the table, with words such as dreams, nostalgia, youth, and treasure printed on them, and even a few templates were given, such as saying hello to your future self, asking if your work is going well, if your life is good, if your body is healthy, and if you love Are friends still by my side.

These things are too far away, Yan Qing wants to write something realistic.

He considered his words and wrote with a pen.

The sun sets, the moon crosses the starry sky, and swan geese fly by outside the window, which is the origin of the name of Yanshan Mountain.

Maybe there was something in his heart, Yan Qing quickly finished writing, stuffed it into an envelope, wrote the address, and handed it to the staff.

When paying the money, he asked in a low voice, "Sister, must it be five years from now?"

"That's right, after all, there won't be much change in the short term, but if it's too long, you won't feel it."

Yan Qing nodded resentfully.

The staff looked at him as if he was worried, and asked, "What do you think?"

"I..." Yan Qing thought for a while and said, "I feel that every second of a person is changing, and it cannot be measured by the length of time. After all, some things happen as soon as they say they happen."

Seeing his disappointed face, the staff asked, "Then how many years do you want to change?"

Yan Qing pondered for a moment, raised three fingers, turned into two, and finally shrunk back to one.

"One year is enough for me."

The staff seemed to have guessed something, and instead of asking any further questions, they agreed: "Okay, then I will send it to you in a year."

Yan Qing looked up, eyes full of hope: "Thank you, sister!"

"Finished?" Xiang Rong saw him walking out of the room and asked.

"Well, it's getting dark, let's go down the mountain." Yan Qing said with a smile.

"No hurry." Xiang Rong led him to the exit, but did not say why.

The night outside was getting darker, and there were still many people gathered on the top of the mountain. Yan Qing didn't know what these people were doing until Xiang Rong told him.

"Actually, I brought you here today, besides sunflowers, there is one more thing."

As he said that, he pushed Yan Qing on the bench under the tree, which was facing the east and was the best place to see the scenery.

Yan Qing watched him play tricks, and urgently asked: "What's the matter?"

Xiang Rong also took advantage of the opportunity to sit down. The chair was not big, and it was just right for two people to sit down: "The forecast says there will be a meteor shower tonight, and there is a high chance of seeing it with the naked eye. I remember this is your wish, so I want to show you."

Yan Qing's pupils dilated suddenly, almost jumping up: "Really? Can I see it here? When will it appear?"

After asking three times in a row, Xiang Rong smiled softly: "It is said that it is ten o'clock. This is the highest place in Lucheng, so you can definitely see it."

Yan Qing took out his mobile phone and looked at it. It was eight o'clock in the evening, two hours away.

He looked up at the night sky excitedly. The sky was clear and the full moon was bright and clear. He looked down the mountain again.

At this moment, when the night is busy, he is fascinated by it, as if the size of the eyes is the size of the world.

He took out his phone and took a few more pictures, then lowered his head and began to repair.

Cut the side, increase the brightness, add a light filter...

Xiang Rong noticed this move, turned his head and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Retouching the picture," Yan Qing said with his hands on the screen like a touch of water, "Finished the clockwork circle of friends."

Xiang Rong felt strange: "Isn't this beautiful, why do you need to fix it?"

Yan Qing raised his mouth and smiled: "We who study art must pursue excellence."

Xiang Rong watched him operate smoothly, and suddenly asked: "Have you not posted on Moments for a long time?"

Yan Qing thought about it carefully, the latest one was still before the quarrel with Xiang Rong, even if he went to the playground a few days ago, he forgot to post it.

It seems that the desire to post on Moments is getting lower and lower. He doesn't know if this is related to his illness.

But today is different, he hasn't been as happy as today for a long time.

"It's true that I haven't posted it for a while," Yan Qing pondered, "What's wrong?"

Xiang Rong lowered his voice: "I want to see it."

Yan Qing smiled lightly: "I'll post it later, but your circle of friends is empty, so I can't read it even if I want to."

Xiang Rong was silent, and continued to look at his photos.

After repairing and repairing, there are only landscape photos, and Xiang Rong said dissatisfiedly: "There are no photos of people."

Yan Qing raised his head and glanced at him: "Human?"

Seemingly hooked, Xiang Rong quickly asked, "Do you want to take a photo with me?"

Only then did Yan Qing understand the "person" he said, smiled and agreed.

Xiang Rong took out his mobile phone, turned on the selfie camera, and adjusted the most suitable posture.

Two people appeared on the screen.

Yan Qing smiled naturally, but when he saw Xiang Rong was serious and indifferent, he poked Xiang Rong's arm: "Brother Xiang Rong, please smile."

Xiang Rong grinned slightly, and smiled stiffly.

Yan Qing couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing: "You usually look so pretty when you smile, why can't you smile suddenly?"

Xiang Rong put away his expression: "I'd better be normal."

With a click, the photo was taken, Yan Qing didn't dare to blink, he was looking at the camera, and Xiang Rong was looking at him in the camera.

After taking the photo, Xiang Rong took out a thermos from his backpack and handed it to Yan Qing: "Drink some hot water."

Yan Qing took the cup, and a pungent smell hit his face. He pinched his nose tightly and pushed the cup back to Xiang Rong: "Is this traditional Chinese medicine?!"

"Yes, I cooked it in the morning," Xiang Rong moved the cup back again, "Be obedient, it's good for your illness."

Yan Qing shook his head, then pushed Xiang Rong's hand away: "No, it's too bitter."

The thermos went around for two rounds between the two of them. Seeing that the persuasion didn't work, Xiang Rong took out a bag of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes from his backpack.

Before untying the bag, Yan Qing's eyes glowed, obediently waiting for Xiang Rong's feeding.

"Want to eat?"

"think."

"Drink the medicine and let you take it."

"...Eat a piece first."

"Eat after drinking."

Yan Qing couldn't resist him, so he took the cup obediently, gritted his teeth, and drank it all in one gulp.

In the next second, he quickly grabbed the bag of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and stuffed it into his mouth, trying to block the bitter taste overflowing from his throat.

I have to say that the osmanthus cake made by Xiang Rong is never tired of eating.

"It's still early," Xiang Rong glanced at the phone, "Playing games?"

It is normal for anyone to say this, but the firefighter said it strangely, Yan Qing was puzzled: "Game?"

Xiang Rong clicked on a piece of software, and the characters on the screen were very familiar to Yan Qing.

Defend the turnips.

Yan Qing was surprised: "You also play this?"

"You said it was fun in the previous chat, so I downloaded it, and I have never played it before." Xiang Rong stared at the various functions, "Teach me?"

"Okay," Yan Qing moved his head closer, and teased, "I didn't expect Brother Xiang Rong, who was sarcastic in front of others, to call me to play defending carrots behind his back."

"There's no sarcasm," Xiang Rong felt aggrieved, "I never thought that a little painter who is usually obedient would have to use sweet-scented osmanthus cake to coax him after drinking Chinese medicine."

When the embarrassing incident was brought up again, Yan Qing gave him a sideways glance, pretending to be impatient and said: "Are you playing or not?"

"Play around." Xiang Rong smiled and handed over the phone.

Xiang Rong has experienced many changes and matured early, and he didn't have much time in the fire station, so he doesn't usually get in touch with games. This is his first time playing.

He didn't think the game was very fun, he just thought it was fun when he was with Yan Qing.

This lesson passed by in a hurry, and Xiang Rong fumbled a few times. As soon as he gained confidence, he went to Yan Qing to pk points.

"Brother Xiang Rong, you have something to eat."

"It's the first time to play, let me order."

The moon shadow moved westward, and time took shape in the flow.

After sitting for a long time, the astronomical and meteorological station turned off the lights, and the people on the mountain were impatient and walked a lot. Only a few couples were still sitting on the top of the mountain, and each pair was far apart.

Yan Qing looked around and sighed, "There are so few people."

Xiang Rong remembered that he was afraid of the dark, so he said softly, "Are you afraid?"

Yan Qing shook his head.

Xiang Rong didn't believe it: "Really?"

"Of course," Yan Qing said confidently, "I'm not alone, isn't there you here?"

Having said that, Xiang Rong felt a little satisfied in his heart, but remained calm on the surface.

Yan Qing put his legs together, and his tone became serious: "I used to live alone, and I would be afraid at night. At that time, I was still young, and I would lock the door, cover my head and get under the quilt, not daring to close my eyes. I can only fall asleep at night when I am too sleepy, but when I grow up, the situation is much better, and I am not so afraid, but I will also turn on the lights all night."

His eyes are empty, every day and night in the past is like a scar that cannot be washed away.

"It's different now. Although the night is darker and there are fewer people here, I'm not afraid at all," Yan Qing continued softly, "It seems that as long as I'm with you, I feel very safe, maybe because you are a firefighter. Firefighters and firefighters are all omnipotent, they can go to the sky and into the earth, into mountains of swords and seas of fire, so when I see you, the night becomes day."

His heartbeat was slow and fast like the wind, Xiang Rong listened to his deep voice, smiled lightly, and deliberately made a joke to cover up the serious atmosphere: "So it's because of my career, I thought it was because of my boyfriend's status gone."

Yan Qing folded his hands and laughed at him for being shameless: "Didn't you say that you will only act for one day? Don't be addicted to acting."

Xiang Rong said cheekily, "It's not over yet."

The wind on the top of the mountain was cold, blowing over the branches, the branches swayed, blowing over Yan Qing, Yan Qing shivered.

Seeing him shake, Xiang Rong quickly took off his coat and put it behind Yan Qing.

Seeing that Xiang Rong only had a shirt left, Yan Qing asked curiously, "Aren't you cold?"

"I usually train a lot, and I'm not afraid of the cold," Xiang Rong asked boldly, "If it's cold, can I hug you?"

Yan Qing was stunned, and the movements of putting on the coat slowed down.

Xiang Rong's eyes were soft, as if he was begging Yan Qing to let him go.

Yan Qing froze for a moment, then nodded slowly.

The range of motion is extremely small, and you can't see it if you don't pay attention.

But Xiang Rong saw that Yan Qing was always attentive.

Seeing that he agreed, Xiang Rong immediately stretched out his hand, put his arms around Yan Qing's shoulders, and tentatively pulled him into his arms with a little force.

Yan Qing didn't expect him to move so fast, and asked softly, "What are you doing?"

Xiang Rong: "I suddenly feel a little cold."

Yan Qing: "..."

The coat was already wide and fluffy on the inside, but now it was embraced by that powerful arm, Yan Qing seemed to be surrounded by a stove, being gradually warmed up.

He leaned on Xiang Rong's shoulder, smelling the familiar scent of laundry detergent, and looked into the distance.

The golden and prosperous Lucheng is like the sunflower seeds scattered by the goddess, even at night, it is still glowing.

A joke came from his ear, pulling him back to the quiet mountain top.

"Actually, it's not the firefighters who are omnipotent," Xiang Rong continued the topic just now, "it's your boyfriend."

Yan Qing poked him on the shoulder: "The Bragging King."

"Really," Xiang Rong's hands seemed to be glued, and he hugged him very tightly, "I will prove it to you sooner or later."

Yan Qing curled up in Xiang Rong's arms, gradually feeling sleepy.

Seeing his eyelids twitching, Xiang Rong said, "Sleep for a while if you're sleepy, and I'll call you when the meteor comes."

With this soothing sound, Yan Qing completely closed his eyes.

ten o'clock, eleven o'clock...

Xiang Rong hugged the sleeping Yan Qing, still waiting patiently, even though his arms were sore from the pillow, he did not move away.

Everyone on the mountain has finished walking, only two people are still sitting under the tree.

On the sky, the stars are changing, but there is no shadow of a meteor passing by.

Is it possible that the meteor has come, but it is not visible to the naked eye?

Xiang Rong was afraid of waking up the person in his arms, so he didn't dare to move too much. He quietly took out his mobile phone and turned on the live broadcast of the weather station. Turn the volume down to the minimum and put it to your ear to listen, only to hear the host say that there is a high probability that the meteor shower will not come tonight.

Xiang Rong put down his mobile phone and sat in his place dumbly.

After waiting for a day, this ending came.

He also seems to have guessed that probability is an elusive thing. It is lucky to see meteors, and it is normal not to see them.

He looked down at the sleeping person, this angle was more provocative than usual.

There was a wind blowing, dizzying ripples at the tip of Yan Qing's hair, half of his face was like a new moon in the clouds, stirring up people's hearts with every breath, the corner of his mouth was smiling, he was probably having a sweet dream, maybe in a sunflower field, or Maybe it was seeing the sea of ​​stars wandering in the sky.

Xiang Rong felt sour in his heart. He didn't know whether to wake Yan Qing up to tell such a depressing news.

But he didn't.

He didn't know what he was insisting on, he just wanted to help Yan Qing fulfill his wish.

He is aware of the fact that there is a time bomb hidden in Yan Qing's body, the bomb will disintegrate Yan Qing's flesh and blood, erode his lungs, and it will explode at any moment, tomorrow or the next second.

He seemed to be more scared than Yan Qing.

There were less than ten people left in the live broadcast, including the host, cameraman and backstage planners.

Also includes Xiang Rong.

He couldn't sit still, he pulled out his arm very slowly, and put Yan Qing on the back of the chair, his movements were soft and light, and he didn't wake him up.

He walked not far away where he could see Yan Qing, and called Jiang Ce.

"Hey, Brother Rong, are you going to implement the second plan?"

"Well," Xiang Rong asked, "How's the preparation going?"

"I have checked everything according to what you said. There are a total of twenty searchlights. The angles have been determined. The direction to Yanshan Mountain has been calibrated. Even the projection route has been positioned. Our fire station lacks everything, except for large searchlights. .”

Xiang Rong asked again: "What about other aspects?"

"Don't worry, it won't affect the route, let alone the telescope at the observatory. The sky has already been checked, and there is nothing wrong with it."

Xiang Rong asked hesitantly, "Will you wear it?"

"I've simulated it many times, and it's very similar to a shooting star, but the height we can cast is limited, so we can only cast it as high as possible on the clouds."

"That's good."

Xiang Rong always felt that everything was going too smoothly. With Jiang Ce's usual style of doing things, how could he deploy everything by himself in just one day?

He asked one more question: "You didn't let Team Li find out, did you?"

"Eh..." Jiang Ce was dumbfounded.

At this moment, the sound of the phone being robbed came from the other end of the phone, and the other party said angrily, "You boy, what are you doing in the middle of the night?"

Xiang Rong's nerves tensed: "Li, Li team?!"

Holding the phone, Li Cheng was furious: "You think you are going to leave the fire station, so you start not to obey the rules, act recklessly, use any equipment you want, and don't take the rules of duty seriously, right?" ?"

"I..." Xiang Rong wanted to explain something, but closed his mouth again.

"You are an excellent firefighter. You have made a lot of contributions with me in the past three years. Your career was thriving, but you chose to give up because of some personal problems. I will not say anything about this. After all, it is your choice, but now you have not Resignation, as long as you are in the fire station for a day, you have to abide by the rules and regulations for a day!"

Li Chenghou's voice was loud, Xiang Rong felt guilty and lowered his head.

"I'm sorry, Captain Li, I am willing to accept all punishments, but can..." His tone was as humble as a child's, "Can you not confiscate the searchlight..."

"Jiang Ce!" The receiver interrupted Xiang Rong's words, and Li Cheng's instructions came again, "Tell the team members outside to get ready and follow my instructions to turn on the lights."

Jiang Ce responded: "Yes! Captain!"

Turn on the light?

Xiang Rong was startled, and then realized that the driver on the other side was always hands-free.

"Captain Li, you..."

"Silly boy, you asked Jiang Ce to borrow twenty large searchlights at once, do you think you can hide it from us?" Li Cheng said leisurely.

Xiang Rong still didn't react, and froze in place.

"Jiang Ce told me everything about you. He said that you were persuaded by a child that you were going back to the team." Li Cheng's tone began to soften, "I know that child is sick, so you are helping him fulfill his wish. That kid is the hero of the fire station. It’s not a big deal to use a few searchlights. We have been deploying for a day. Some brothers in the team contacted the aviation, and some consulted Tiantaiwen. The searchlights are also set up, just waiting for you It's the phone call."

Letting Xiang Rong return to the team is the most gratifying thing for Li Cheng and the entire fire station.

Xiang Rong's heart trembled violently, he didn't expect Li Cheng to know about tonight's plan.

"Team, captain..." The excitement was beyond words, and finally only solidified into a sentence of thanks, "Thank you."

"They are brothers who were born and died, what are you thankful for?" Li Cheng said, "If I want to say thank you, I also want to thank that kid. If you really want to thank me, then join the team and do a good job for me!"

Xiang Rong straightened his chest and retracted his abdomen, standing at attention in a military posture, even though there was no one in front of him, he still raised his hand and saluted, "Yes!"

Li Cheng gave a satisfied "um" and gave the final order: "The searchlights are ready, five, four, three, two, one, turn on the lights!"

The night was originally as dark as ink, but it was embellished in an instant. A few beams of light pierced through the clouds and mist, like silver foil accidentally splashed when polishing the moon, flashing and disappearing in the clouds, creating a moving and strange scene. scene.

More than a few beams of light, more and more stars are condensed in the sky. Twenty searchlights move in circles, enveloping the mediocrity and loneliness of the night, and releasing a dazzling and gorgeous brilliance in an instant.

The heat wave melted Xiang Rong's heart, and his stiff body became soft.

Even the people in the live broadcast laughed and introduced: "It seems that the meteor has never appeared, and someone is simulating the trajectory of the meteor. Don't mention it, it really looks like it."

Xiang Rong turned off the phone, rushed to the bench, and shook Yan Qing's shoulder: "Yan Qing! A meteor has appeared! Look!"

Yan Qing opened his eyes in a daze, first stared blankly at Xiang Rong, focused on his excited expression, and then took advantage of the opportunity to see the flickering sky behind Xiang Rong, and was stunned unprepared.

The clouds alternate between light and dark, like a dream in the light of the beam.

Seeing that he was too shocked to speak, Xiang Rong couldn't hold back the smile on his lips.

"I'm sure I can see it."

Yan Qing took two steps forward, held his breath, and didn't exhale for a long time: "This is too beautiful."

The streamer reflected into his eyes, magnifying the gentleness of the pupils infinitely.

He couldn't take his eyes off the sky, admiring the large gift, and said in disbelief: "Brother Xiang Rong, did you say that when Van Gogh painted "Starry Moon Night", did he also see such a scene?"

"Maybe," Xiang Rong raised his hand and rubbed Yan Qing's hair, "Maybe you are the next Van Gogh."

Yan Qing kept tiptoing, unable to close his mouth.

A beam of light was accidentally turned crooked, and it stood out among the many shooting stars. Xiang Rong's heart trembled. When he thought he was going to pass through, Yan Qing didn't speak. Before Yan Qing found out, he hurriedly said: "By the way, we may Let’s make a wish, it’s very effective to make a wish on a shooting star.”

"Okay!" Yan Qing closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, very pious.

Xiang Rong breathed a sigh of relief, and imitated Yan Qing's appearance and posed.

Even though it was fake, he wanted to give it a try.

Safety?healthy?hapiness?

Xiang Rong didn't know what to promise, but he wanted to give all the blessings to Yan Qing. He thought about it for a long time, and finally he only said one sentence silently in his heart.

"I hope Yan Qing's wishes will come true."

After opening his eyes, he found that Yan Qing was looking at himself playfully with his hands behind his back.

He asked: "Why so fast, what did you promise?"

"I won't tell you," Yan Qing smiled, "it won't work if I tell you."

"Tch, then I won't tell you either."

Xiang Rong put his hand on Yan Qing's shoulder again, and said, "You stubborn kitten."

Yan Qing patted the back of Xiang Rong's hand intentionally, and said, "I owe you a big dog."

The night does not urge the change, but only tantalizes the heart.

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ps: The game of defending the radish cannot be multi-player online. Xiang Rong is only looking for Yan Qing to pk points, not online for tower defense.