Fire fighting

The first thing Yan Qing did after waking up was to rush all the way to the fire station with a canvas bag.

The wind in May has turned warm, and the whole body is full of the comfort of spring and summer. Today is Xiang Rong's first day of reporting back to the team. Yan Qing was invited to witness this moment.

The person who invited was naturally Xiang Rong.

The scale of the Yanjiang Squadron is not large, there are only more than 20 first-line players, and everyone is like a brother, not to mention that Xiang Rong is still a veteran player who has been in the team for three years, and everyone inside and outside regards him as a close brother.

Yan Qing knew this, so as Xiang Rong's "cousin", he shuttled freely in the fire station.

After greeting many people, he came outside the office, and when he opened the door, there was no one in the room.

The clock on the wall was exactly ten o'clock, Yan Qing rubbed his eyes, thinking he had misread the time.

It should be working time now...

He leaned on the window, poked his head out, looked around downstairs, ran to the door, held the door against the wall, and looked around at both ends of the corridor, but he didn't find Xiang Rong.

He took out his mobile phone and was hesitating whether to type to ask Xiang Rong's whereabouts when a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Isn't this little Van Gogh, what are you doing alone?"

You don't need to look back to know that the nickname must be Jiang Ce.

Yan Qing turned around and said hello: "Brother Jiang Ce, good morning."

"Morning, I'll deliver clothes to Brother Rong," Jiang Ce shook the short sleeves in his hand, "Are you waiting for him here?"

When the question came to the point, Yan Qing hurriedly asked, "Do you know where brother Xiang Rong has gone?"

Jiang Ce pointed to the floor: "Didn't you report for duty today? He's doing a medical checkup downstairs. I'll take you there?"

Being idle in this room is also idle, Yan Qing rushed to the door: "Okay, thank you Brother Jiang Ce."

Going downstairs along the stairs, Yan Qing couldn't wait to go there as soon as possible.

Jiang Ce led the way, threw Xiang Rong's clothes on his shoulders, and asked, "You got up late again today?"

The word "again" made Yan Qing embarrassed. It seemed that everyone in the fire station knew that they liked to sleep in late.

"It's not too late." He tried to quibble.

"It's not too late, your brother Xiang Rong will be waiting for you in the office after getting up at six o'clock," Jiang Ce said, "There will be a meeting at twelve o'clock in a while, he has to go to Team Li to complete the report first, and then there will be a meeting later. To give a speech on stage, if I hadn’t forced him to undergo a medical examination, he would have been foolishly waiting.”

Yan Qing was a little ashamed and didn't defend himself anymore.

He asked, "What kind of meeting is there?"

"Count it as a welcome meeting," Jiang Ce scratched his chin, "Every year, the fire station recruits new people, and some colleagues are transferred from other places. Xiang Rong is an old man returning, and he will attend the meeting with them."

Yan Qing thoughtfully replied "Understood".

In the room on the first floor stood some doctors in white coats, and they could be seen through the glass windows on the verandah.

Different rooms inspected different parts, with eyesight and oral cavity. Jiang Ce led Yan Qing to investigate all the way, and finally found Xiang Rong in the heart.

The window was not closed, so Jiang Ce stopped outside the window and whispered, "I found it, here it is."

Yan Qing also looked inside, and his cheeks blushed instantly.

Xiang Rong only wore a pair of shorts, standing sideways in the middle of the room, an old doctor was measuring his heart rate with an electronic device.

Yan Qing always thought that Xiang Rong was very thin, but he didn't expect to be deceived by the clothes.Xiang Rong has broad shoulders and narrow waist, clear lines, straight and straight back, and chest and abdomen muscles rise and fall with breathing like waves, strong and not exaggerated.

With just one glance, Yan Qing knew how hard his usual training was.

Xiang Rong also caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. He looked out the window and saw the two of them.

He also extended his hand to say hello, Jiang Ce looked like a rascal, while Yan Qing was happy and shy.

Xiang Rong was surprised at first, but also a little naive. He was not used to seeing Yan Qing in this way.

In addition to the stalwart figure, Yan Qing also saw a scar.

The scar was not long, but dark in color, like a blood-sucking Gu worm, crawling from Xiang Rong's abdomen to his side waist.

Yan Qing remembered the origin of this scar.

Six months ago, a female student in Lucheng Middle School fell from a building, but firefighters failed to rescue her.

The public simply understands this incident, but few people know that the firefighter and the high school student are biological brothers and sisters.

And that scar was exactly the wound left by Xiang Rong when he rescued Xiang Xin on the rooftop, even if his side was cut by a broken horn, he refused to let go.

Yan Qing lowered his voice and asked, "Brother Jiang Ce, is Brother Xiang Rong's injury serious?"

"It's okay, it's good morning," Jiang Ce folded his arms, his tone no longer amused, "But although Brother Rong pretended not to care on the surface, he still minded in his heart. Every time he came out of the bathroom, the towel around his waist was always wrapped It's very tall, as if deliberately covering the scar, and he never looks sideways in the mirror, probably because he doesn't think it looks good either."

In the final analysis, the hurdle in my heart has not been completely crossed.

Yan Qing didn't speak.

The doctor in the room typed out the report and handed the paper to Xiang Rong who put on his coat: "There is no problem, but the heart rate was stable at first, but it suddenly accelerated in the middle, but it is normal. The young man has strong physical strength and is irritable. Don't worry."

Seeing Xiang Rong walk out of the room with the report card in hand, Jiang Ce laughed loudly: "Brother Rong, your heart rate is fast because of us, right?"

Xiang Rong ignored him, walked straight up to Yan Qing, and rubbed the ends of his hair: "If you follow Jiang Ce and don't learn well, you'll just do peeping."

"Who peeped?" Jiang Ce said with a suppressed smile, "Have I seen you like this in the dormitory? I haven't seen how fast your heart rate is. Why did you start to blush and heartbeat when little Van Gogh came?"

Xiang Rong: "..."

Yan Qing: "..."

Xiang Rong clenched his fists: "If you say something else, be careful with your head."

Jiang Ce stuffed the new clothes on his shoulders to Xiang Rong, took two steps back, and hid far away: "Since the clothes have been delivered, I will go to prepare for the meeting first, Brother Rong, don't forget to report to Lao Li."

Xiang Rong said "hmm". After seeing Jiang Ce going away, he looked down at Yan Qing and said softly, "It's still early before the check-in time, and the physical examination is over. I'll take you back to the office to rest for a while."

Back in the office, Xiang Rong poured two cups of hot water. Yan Qing found that every time he came, the first thing Xiang Rong did was to pour water.

After pouring the water, he spread out the short sleeves Jiang Ce had just sent.

"Do you need to wear this dress when you report?" Yan Qing asked curiously.

Xiang Rong answered "Yes" and replied: "This is a training shirt, the work clothes of the front-line fire stations on weekdays."

As he spoke, he took off his shirt and prepared to put on this training shirt.

Yan Qing moved his eyes to Xiang Rong's waist again, still thinking about that matter, and said in a concentrated voice: "Brother Xiang Rong, will the injury on your waist affect the result of the physical examination?"

"As long as it is not a scar that hinders the body's function, the physical examination can be passed."

Just when Xiang Rong was about to put on a pullover, Yan Qing asked, "Then do you care?"

Xiang Rong froze in place, silent for a moment.

Yan Qing already knew the answer.

He raised his hand, and instead of letting Xiang Rong continue to dress, he took out a paintbrush from the canvas bag and said, "Let me color it for you."

"Color?" Xiang Rong didn't understand.

"Just to make it look better."

Yan Qing put the training shirt on the table, pushed Xiang Rong to the center of the room, picked up the brush with one hand, and took out the paint with the other to adjust the color.

"Today is always a different day. You should report with a new look. Let these old things stay in the past."

After adjusting the color, he lightly dipped the tip of the pen to blur out the color difference, and aimed at the head and tail ends of the scar, connecting and drawing bit by bit.

"This is gouache paint, which is harmless to the skin and can be washed off at any time."

Xiang Rong remained still obediently, raised his arms, and looked down at Yan Qing who was squatting on the ground.

The pen tip touched the coolness of the side waist, as if directly touching the ventricle.

The sun slanted into the room without hesitation, the willows rustled outside the window, and the spring breeze blew across the streets and alleys, passing over the soft fur of the brush, and stopping at the child's peach blossom eyes that never restrained their smile.

The boy had never seen such a good-looking person, and he couldn't move his eyes away.

One stroke after another, one glance after another.

The room was quiet, except for the wind, only the sound of Xiang Rong's throbbing and rapid breathing.

"Is it itchy?" Yan Qing raised his head and asked with a smile.

"A little bit." Xiang Rong answered honestly.

Soon, Yan Qing finished picking up the pen, stood up, and clapped his hands: "The drawing is finished."

Xiang Rong looked at his waist, and the scar disappeared like magic, replaced by a flower stalk, covered with countless sunflowers, one after another, yellow and white, blooming in full bloom.

Xiang Rong froze his mind, this scar that he didn't even want to see, should be like a dead branch that rotted into mud, but it bloomed quietly in late spring.

"Do you like it?" Yan Qing smiled.

"I like it." Xiang Rong stared at his face.

Yan Qing smiled like a flower, even more touching than the one on the painting: "Do you prefer flower buds or flower stalks? I can add more."

Xiang Rong didn't open his mouth. He took the paint-stained hand and pulled it into his arms suddenly. The other hand wrapped around him from behind, using his body as a cage and his arms as locks, imprisoning the person in front of him.

Unprepared, Yan Qing went straight in, accidentally smearing the wet paint on Xiang Rong's chest, he raised his head in surprise, and met the pair of brows and sea eyes that refused to move.

The bright light was dazzling, and Xiang Rong's forehead was sweating thinly. No matter how hard the training was on weekdays, he didn't sweat as much as today.

His heart fluttered like a buzzing wing, and Yan Qing's hands were straight, hanging in mid-air. It's not that he had never hugged him before, but Xiang Rong didn't have a coat to cover him, and his hands were out of bounds wherever he put them.

The wind has passed, and there is no sweat, only the endless heat left.

The boy answered the question just now.

"I like you more."

The gentle eyes cast down like fishing nets, firmly suppressing Yan Qing's beating heart.

The breath alternated between breath and breath, and the close crowd was like weightlessness at high altitude. Yan Qing couldn't breathe well, and murmured: "Are you confessing your love?"

Xiang Rong retracted his arms and held him tightly in his arms. Compared with the child who was full of innocence and doubts, he was more calm, as if he had already prepared for this day.

"Isn't it obvious?"

When the question was thrown back, Yan Qing's face was red and hot, and he gasped softly when he was hugged: "On the day you climbed the mountain, you said you were only a couple for a day."

"I regret it," Xiang Rong stared down, "It's not a day, it's every day."

"You can go back on your word, who knows if what you're saying is true now."

Yan Qing thought he would make an excuse, or swear, but unexpectedly he choked up.

Xiang Rong didn't know what to say, so he held back for a long time and only said three words: "It's true."

The answers are short, but straightforward, without muddling or beating around the bush.

Yan Qing saw that he was a little silly, completely lost the indifference of the past, and smiled unconsciously.

"You'll know in a while." Xiang Rong said.

Yan Qing was stunned by the ambiguous sentence, and asked, "What?"

"It's nothing," Xiang Rong said, "Do you agree?"

Yan Qing replied: "No."

Xiang Rong was astonished.

Yan Qing snickered: "I lied to you."

Xiang Rong felt relieved, picked him up vigorously, and spun him around three times on the spot.

"Stop, stop!" Yan Qing's body became weak uncontrollably, lying on his broad chest, wantonly feeling the most direct body temperature.

He looked at Xiang Rong in confusion: "I'm so dizzy."

Xiang Rong bit the tip of his nose and said, "Punish you for lying."

Yan Qing snorted, trying to wipe off the paint on Xiang Rong's chest with his hand, but the more it rubbed off, the more it faded away.

"Get dressed quickly, it's time to report."

Xiang Rong reluctantly let go of his hands.

Yan Qing asked from the side: "What if I didn't agree just now?"

Xiang Rong pulled the short sleeves on the table: "Then I won't let go."

Yan Qing gave him a clear look: "You rascal."

"Who are you scolding?"

"The rogue scolded you."

and many more!

Isn't this scolding yourself?

Yan Qing suddenly realized that he had been tricked, and when he looked at Xiang Rong, he found that he was really smiling.

He clenched his fists in anger and punched Xiang Rong's abdominal muscles.

Xiang Rong grunted in pain, and bent over slightly while clutching his stomach.

Yan Qing was triumphant: "Then I'll be a rascal for a while."

Xiang Rong rubbed the red spot, pulled on his head and put on his clothes, and took Yan Qing's hand again: "It's getting late, come with me."

Li Cheng's office is on the first floor. Apart from the team leader, there are more than a dozen ordinary team members outside the room, including Jiang Ce. They are all teammates who have fought with Xiang Rong through life and death. grin.

The long corridor was not long, soaked in warm light, Yan Qing stood not far away, watching Xiang Rong striding forward.

Jiang Ce put his arms around Xiang Rong's neck first, pointed to his nose and said, "Damn it, after waiting for a long time, it finally came down."

Other people also came over one after another, some gave Xiang Rong a hug directly, and some punched him hard in the chest, all of them were smiling, and they all hooked up with Xiang Rong and squeezed him in. In the middle, push forward mightily.

"Xiang Rong, it's really embarrassing. After retreating from the front line for so long, it can be counted as coming back."

"You, you, do you still have a few of our brothers in your eyes? Don't even think about running away this time."

"It's good to be back, our squadron is still the same as before, training and playing together."

……

There was a lot of chatter in the corridor, and everyone seemed to have returned to the old days. At that time, there were not many brothers. They were exhausted and panting every day, and they devoted their careers to fighting the fire.

Xiang Rong also had a smile on his face, talking and laughing with everyone. The friendship between brothers is simple and pure, and it is even more precious.

Blood and youth evaporate from the crowd, baking the warm corridor.

Xiang Rong finally crossed this hurdle in his heart.

Looking at his back, Yan Qing was very content.

Everyone stopped outside the office door, and Li Cheng walked out with a serious expression, and there was no sound of random conversation in the corridor for a moment.

Xiang Rong took a step forward and greeted seriously: "Captain Li, I'm back."

Li Cheng's face was as usual, and his tone was full of relief: "You boy, you finally think about it."

Xiang Rong lowered his head, as if he felt guilty for his past choices.

"Just think about it." Li Cheng glanced across the crowd, looked at Yan Qing who was in the distance, and then fixed his eyes on Xiang Rong, "Since you're back, you should wholeheartedly obey the orders of the organization and the orders of your superiors. Go through fire and water, serve the people wholeheartedly, and dare to contribute everything to safeguard people's safety and social stability, can it be done?"

This voice of questioning was loud and clear, and Yan Qing's heart trembled when he heard it.

Xiang Rong straightened his posture, raised his hands in salute, his eyes were like burning fire, his sonorous and powerful voice was like a bell.

"can!"

After registration, a general meeting was about to be held. Yan Qing followed Jiang Ce and sat in the back row. Logically speaking, outsiders were not allowed to attend, but Li Cheng made an exception and allowed it.

The content of the conference was boring. The leader spoke for half an hour, and when Yan Qing was about to close his eyes, the most exciting part came.

The announcer on the stage said: "I'm going to invite the newcomer to represent Xiang Rong to give a speech on stage."

Yan Qing's drowsiness dissipated immediately, he straightened his body, and looked at the people on the stage.

Xiang Rong appeared from behind the scenes with a dignified face, dressed in formal attire, and walked vigorously to the center of the stage. Every step was solid. He was like a wall that cannot be opened, like the beacon smoke in the desert, like the sun rising from the sea. , tough and cold, but also full of vigor.

He didn't have a manuscript, so he gave a speech with a natural expression:

"As you can see, I am a firefighter in the Yanjiang Squadron. Three years ago, I joined the Lucheng Fire Rescue Team as I wished, and I am honored to be one of them.

"When I was 11 years old, a mudslide took away my parents. My sister and I cuddled in the muddy water, waiting for people to search. That was the first time I experienced the power of Lucheng firefighting. In just a few hours , the rescuers broke the mountain and smashed rocks, smashed a dirt road, and rescued my sister and me from the dangerous situation. In my eyes, they shone with dazzling light, like warriors descended from the sky. From then on, I was determined to be an adult Later, he rescued the suffering and rescued them like them.

"At that time, I was young and frivolous, and I always thought that firefighters were omnipotent. I also guessed that it might not take long for me to become famous and become a hero in the hearts of the masses.

"However, things backfired. Half a year ago, because I failed to save people, I fell into self-blame and affected the rescue work. I had to withdraw from the front line. I have seen countless psychologists and been persuaded by countless friends, but I still can't be free. Put it down, until March this year, when I passed by the turret on Wuli Street, I accidentally rescued a painter, but I didn’t expect that my heart disease would be cured by him. It is also the motivation that I am worth sticking to.

"This time I can rejoin the team, I want to thank my captain, my friend, and even more so, the painter.

"In the three years at the fire station, I participated in about a hundred fire-fighting operations and rescued nearly a thousand trapped people. I and my colleagues have repeatedly won praises from superiors and leaders, but every merit and award is our life-and-death test. To fight with one’s life, the future can be invincible only if you dare to take the step of your heart. This is a psychological game that you must experience in your career as a firefighter. Slowly, I found that I have become different from the past , I am gratified that I can complete a major police mission, that I can gain the full trust and positive encouragement of my comrades-in-arms, and feel confident.

"Over the years, the Yanjiang Squadron has also lost many elite players. Every time I go to the police, what I hear the most is what Captain Li Cheng said to us: All of them must come back alive, and no one is missing.

"Firefighters are the occupation with the largest number of sacrifices in peacetime. The ancestors of the martyrs' cemetery dedicated their young lives to the people forever. Those unsung heroes buried under the tombstones, when they faced danger, never thought about whether they should Will it be remembered, will it be engraved, will it be praised? They don't think about it, but they still choose to use their lives to write down the glory that belongs to China's fire protection.

"A famous person once said: There is no such thing as a quiet time, but someone is carrying the weight for you. Brothers in the audience, whether you are a newcomer to the army or a player who sticks to the front line, since you choose the road of carrying weight, then We must go on without hesitation. We will give meaning to the lives of the dead soldiers, and the latter who will pass on the torch will also give meaning to us. We must always be ready to fight, be brave and tenacious without fear of sacrifice, and wholeheartedly help the weak , to become a hero worthy of praise forever in the eyes of the people. We don't need to pursue fame, let alone greed for wealth. All we need is Haiyan Heqing's prosperity and a prosperous tomorrow.

"Death is not terrible. What is terrible is that you have never cherished the time you were alive. Maybe you will be confused about life and death in the future, but what matters is the present, the present, every minute and every second we are in. Life is infinite. Stop for a long or short time, if you like running, go to the playground and run three laps after the meeting, don't wait for the storm to come and say you regret it, if you like someone, you should tell him loudly immediately, don't wait Don't dare to mention love until the end of the story.

"Since the day I met this painter, I seem to have forgotten my name, but I will always know that I am a firefighter in China, a guardian of peace that cannot be extinguished by wind or rain, so I Will take an oath under the flag to be loyal to the land I love, to the people I love, never change, never regret."

There was thunderous applause from the audience, Li Cheng was delighted, Jiang Ce was excited, hundreds of firefighters cheered loudly, only Yan Qing, who clearly felt that his painting skills were not good, but was called a painter by Xiang Rong, was quietly watching.

Everyone cast envious glances at Xiang Rong, and their hearts were surging.

At this moment, spring is mellow, the sun is blazing, and cicadas are singing on the treetops.

The high-spirited young man on the stage stood proudly in the spring breeze, his eyebrows and eyes staring at the sunshine.

Jiang Ce turned his head and said to Yan Qing: "I saw that his speech did not contain these words, and I don't know when they were added."

Yan Qing smiled and said nothing, he knew that there were many words in it, Xiang Rong took this opportunity to tell himself.

Especially the last sentence.

Because Yan Qing noticed Xiang Rong's ruthless eyes, and when the speech was about to end, he locked himself in the crowd.

His heart trembled, remembering that he had just asked Xiang Rong a question in the room.

He asked Xiang Rong if his confession was sincere.

At that time Xiang Rong replied: "You will know in a while."

Yan Qing understood this sentence now.

The sky was clear and the five-star red flag fluttered in the wind.

It also heard the boy's heartfelt oath.

Be true to the people I love, never change, never regret.

The author has something to say:

Yan Qing: "I seem to have a date?"

Xiang Rong: "I finally have a partner!"

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