Fire fighting

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Xiang Rong picked up Yan Qing on Wencheng Road.

Lucheng is a city surrounded by mountains and rivers. There are Yanshan Mountains in the mountains, and besides the Shenjiang River, there is also the sea.

The weather is getting warmer, and the migratory birds from the north bring the clouds to roll and relax. The sun sets slowly in late spring, but half of it is eaten by the open sea.

Xiang Rong took off the black jacket he often wore, and today he is wearing white short sleeves, which looks more refreshing and clean.

Yan Qing also put the yellow sweater into the cabinet. He is not as powerful as Xiang Rong, and needs to keep warm, so he wears long sleeves, with a lazy cat printed on the light yellow stripes.

What puzzled Yan Qing the most was that Xiang Rong was holding a small plastic bucket with a small shovel in it.

"Brother Xiang Rong, what exactly are the novel activities you're talking about?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

Walking along the avenue full of palm trees, you will arrive at the golden sand beach not far away. The coastline is winding and winding, outlining the arc of the tide.

Yan Qing's mind flashed: "I know, it's sand digging!"

Seeing how sure he was, Xiang Rong shook his head triumphantly.

Since it wasn't, Yan Qing couldn't help being curious: "Could it be fishing?"

Xiang Rong still shook his head.

Yan Qing really didn't understand, what else could a small bucket with a shovel do?

Seeing that he was puzzled, Xiang Rong smiled with satisfaction: "Have you heard of chasing the sea?"

Catch the sea.

When the tide is low, go to the beach to salvage some seafood.

Yan Qing once saw videos of other people catching the sea on the Internet. Those bloggers took shovels to look for fish, shrimp and shells on the beach after low tide, but he had only seen them and never tried them himself.

Sure enough, novelty!

Yan Qing nodded and said excitedly, "Are you going to catch the sea today?"

Xiang Rong replied: "Yes, let's pick up the leaks, and when we go back at night, I will make seafood soup for you."

Just hearing it made her salivate, Yan Qing stared straight at the beach, and couldn't wait to drag Xiang Rong forward.

Before running two steps, Xiang Rong pulled his hand back. Xiang Rong lightly poked the tip of his nose, complained about his impulsiveness, then squatted down, and carefully untied his shoelaces: "Take off your shoes, or all the inside It's sand, it hurts your feet."

The grains of fine sand glowed golden in the setting sun. Yan Qing was running barefoot in front of him, the soles of his feet felt warm from being scorched on the beach. He turned his head and saw Xiang Rong carrying a plastic bag containing two pairs of shoes, leisurely. Come with me, feel at ease for a while.

The beach after low tide is soft and muddy, and every step on it is a footprint, and the tide washes away the footprints when it came.

Seeing the waves receding, Yan Qing followed and ran out. Seeing the waves coming, he hid on the shore again, as if deliberately playing tricks on the waves, but not letting them touch his feet. His steps followed the waves. Bend, had a great time.

One didn't dodge, the waves submerged his feet, Yan Qing couldn't help taking a breath, the soles of his feet felt cold.

Before the current receded, he took two steps on the spot, and ran forward on the splash of water, with the sound of waves rattling along the way.

Yan Qing always gets tired when he moves, but tonight he ran non-stop. This is his first time on the beach. The sand massages the soles of his feet, and the sea water kisses his ankles. Apart from feeling refreshed, he couldn’t find a second more suitable idiom. .

Xiang Rong stared behind him, the smile on his face couldn't be taken back, the sea breeze was blowing on his face, he took a deep breath, the people in his eyes ran away for a while, and approached for a while, this scene was like a dream, so beautiful that even the painter couldn't imagine it. Hard to describe.

After running for a long time, Yan Qing turned back to Xiang Rong, and just when he got close, his wrist was held by him.

Xiang Rong said leisurely: "I caught you this time, lest you let go."

Yan Qing was not convinced: "I have always been in your sight, and I will not get lost."

"I don't care," Xiang Rong said arrogantly, "It's time for me to hold you for a while."

Yan Qing felt a little satisfied, and deliberately muttered: "Clingy."

Xiang Rong kept smiling, and replied, "I'll stick to you."

He pulled Yan Qing, walked and stopped, with his head lowered, looking for something in the beach, his feet sank into the sand, and he moved forward under the force of the tide.

"What are you looking for?" Yan Qing asked.

Xiang Rong looked carefully, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he touched the hole in the sand with his foot: "I'm looking for this."

The opening of the hole is very small, no more than the width of one finger. Yan Qing quietly moved to the side to see what he was going to do.

Xiang Rong squatted down, put down the small bucket, and used a shovel to dig away the sand beside the hole. The digging route was also regular, and he dug in whichever way the hole extended.

But after five shovels, Yan Qing thought the action had just begun, but unexpectedly it was over.

At the end of the hole, a shellfish mollusc appeared. Xiang Rong stretched out his hand to pull it out, and easily caught the prey.

This is a razor clam, a full ten centimeters in length.

"It's so big!" Yan Qing exclaimed.

Xiang Rong looked at the spoils happily: "It looks like a sea razor king."

Yan Qing turned his head to the side and found a small black hole at his feet: "Brother Xiang Rong, here!"

Xiang Rong handed the shovel to Yan Qing: "You try?"

This is the first time to dry, very fresh.

Yan Qing took the shovel, imitated Xiang Rong's action, and shoveled down, but couldn't dig it up.

Seeing that Xiang Rong dug easily just now, he mistakenly thought it was an easy job, but he did not expect that the wet sand washed by the waves is stronger, and it is a hundred times more difficult to dig than dry sand.

With all his strength, he slammed down on the handle of the shovel. The force was too great, and a large piece of sand bounced up directly, and by coincidence, it flew onto his face.

The scene seemed to be still, Yan Qing hastily reached out to wipe his face, but the result became more and more blurred.

Xiang Rong was still trying to hold back his laughter at first, but he couldn't hold back anymore and laughed out loud.

Yan Qing took a look at him, saw that he couldn't stop laughing, and was furious, taking advantage of Xiang Rong's inattention, he raised his hand and wiped the sand on the side of his face.

The two looked at each other with dazzled faces.

This time the person laughing became Yan Qing.

Xiang Rong took a handful of sea water and carefully wiped off the mud on Yan Qing's cheeks. After washing his face, he deliberately flicked Yan Qing's brains. He didn't use much force, but Yan Qing covered his head with his hands and screamed in pain. In order to make amends, He had to lower his head to ask Yan Qing to return one.

He felt that Yan Qing had used more force than digging the sand just now.

In the second attempt, Yan Qing mastered the strength, exerted strength slowly, and gradually increased the speed. Under Xiang Rong's guidance, he also found a razor clam.

This one is bigger than Xiang Rong's.

"You're a quick learner."

"the student surpasses the master."

Since the discovery of the first hole, the frequency of the other holes seems to have increased a lot. Yan Qing can see one every few meters.

Not only razor clams, Yan Qing also followed Xiang Rong to find small crabs, small yellow croakers, a few clams, a few shells, and even some sea vegetables floating on the water, and he put them all into the bucket.

Looking for it, Yan Qing glanced at something under his feet, looked down, and found a conch.

The conch is conical, apricot red, about the size of a palm, and has a hard surface that shines like a pearl. The animals inside have disappeared, so there is only an empty shell filled with water.

It is said that the conch will remember the breath of the sea, and it is the phonograph of the tide. Yan Qing put the conch to his ear, covered the other ear, kept still, and settled down.

Listening carefully, there was indeed a long and thin sound coming from inside, like a breeze and flowing water, flowing into the side ears.

It sounds pretty good.

Yan Qing wanted Xiang Rong to listen too, and after finding Xiang Rong's figure in the distance, he ran towards him.

"Brother Xiang Rong, look what I found!"

Hearing the sound, Xiang Rong raised his head and shouted: "Slow down, don't fall!"

Yan Qing waved his arms, as if waving a banner of victory: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt if you fall!"

However, the more you say something, the more something will appear.

When he was about to run in front of Xiang Rong, his right foot got stuck in the sand and he staggered two steps.

Seeing this, Xiang Rong hurried to help, but not only failed to support him, but was subconsciously hooked by Yan Qing, and he couldn't stand still.

The two stumbled together.

Indeed, as Yan Qing said, it doesn't hurt at all.

Xiang Rong sat up and turned to look at Yan Qing, but saw that he had no intention of getting up.

"Why don't you get up?"

"Where you fell, just lie there for a while," Yan Qing said playfully, he posed in a large font, looked at the golden sky, and shook his feet again, the waves could only rush to the soles of his feet, "I ran just now Tired, take a rest, anyway, the clothes are dirty, not bad for this little sand."

Xiang Rong felt that he was open-minded, so he took advantage of the situation, put his hands on his pillow, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Yan Qing: "Then I will accompany you."

There were returning geese in the lower part of the sky, and remnant clouds in the higher part of the sky, Xiang Rong felt relieved and asked, "What do you want to show me?"

With such a reminder, Yan Qing handed over the conch in his hand.

"Look, I picked up a conch, and I want to keep it at home as a decoration."

Xiang Rong played with it, and listened to it: "It's really beautiful. Your eyesight is good if you know how to draw. You can always find these beautiful gadgets."

Yan Qing suddenly asked: "Brother Xiang Rong, have you heard the story of the conch girl?"

Xiang Rong pinched his chin and thought for a while: "I don't really remember, why don't you tell me about it?"

Yan Qing replied "Yes" and told the story.

Xiang Rong was listening patiently at first, but then he turned his head and saw Yan Qing's side face, his mind was in a trance. Yan Qing was so absorbed in speaking that he didn't even notice that Xiang Rong was only looking at himself, and his ears had long since stopped listening.

After finishing speaking, Yan Qing realized this, and asked angrily, "Are you listening?"

Xiang Rong replied blankly: "Yes."

"I didn't see it," Yan Qing pouted, "Then what do you think happened to Miss Conch?"

Xiang Rong faltered, but did not answer.

"You still want to lie to me," Yan Qing clicked his tongue twice, "Even Miss Conch can't attract you, it seems that you have something more to devote yourself to, tell me, what are you thinking?"

Xiang Rong withdrew his gaze and looked at the sky, but the sky was not as clear as Yan Yan, so he turned his head sideways again, but it was not good to continue staring.

Turning his gaze back and forth twice, Xiang Rong asked in confusion, "Are you really going to say it?"

Seeing his ears blushing, Yan Qing wanted to know the answer even more.

Xiang Rong swallowed, cleared his throat, and finally turned his gaze back to the sky.

"I was thinking, what would happen if I kissed you suddenly?"

Just for a moment, Yan Qing's ears were steaming, and his cheeks were redder than the setting sun.

Having said all that, Xiang Rong plucked up his courage, turned over, pressed on top of Yan Qing, looked at the face of the person below him in a plank posture, and supported his strength with his arms, leaving enough gaps without clinging.

Yan Qing was really taken aback, he looked around, but fortunately there was almost no one here, but he didn't relax either.

"You, what are you doing?"

Xiang Rong was also nervous, pursed his lips, thought about it, and finally said: "Your hair is messed up."

Yan Qing covered the top of his head with his hands, he was embarrassed to look at Xiang Rong again, but he had to look at him again.

The young man on his body turned his back to the setting sun, as if his soul was dyed with light, and he forcibly got rid of the savage throbbing all over his body, revealing tenderness in his eyes.

This thumping heartbeat, like a 24-degree sea breeze, is also like a bottle of cold beer opened in the evening, intoxicating the whole spring and summer.

The alternating breaths were fresh and warm, and Yan Qing was so ashamed that he hummed softly, "Aren't you catching up with the sea?"

Xiang Rong leaned over slightly, with a sincere tone, and answered solemnly: "Catching the sea is not the main purpose of today."

"Then what is it?"

"Let the sea meet my lover."

Yan Qing could no longer speak.

Seeing that he was no longer dodging, Xiang Rong aimed at the slightly parted lips, closed his eyes lightly, and lowered his body.

Getting closer……

Dusk is a glass of fruity sake, and the sunset sinking into the sea in the distance becomes seasoned lychee.

Just when they were about to meet, a pair of hands pressed against Xiang Rong's chest, and he opened his eyes immediately, only to see Yan Qing's expression was slightly painful, with his arms trembling in the middle, as if he wanted to push himself away.

He didn't react, just when he looked astonished, the next second, he saw a big mouthful of blood gushing out of Yan Qing's mouth.

The blood was thick and flowed from the corner of Yan Qing's mouth, flowing across the side of his neck like a waterfall, staining the light yellow shirt red.

Xiang Rong seemed to have been hit in the head, his brain seemed to have lost his ability to command, and his expression changed instantly. He held Yan Qing's hand tightly and wiped off the incompatible blood on his face, but Yan Qing's mouth was filled with more and more blood , almost filling the entire throat.

In addition to his mouth, his nose also oozes blood.

The sun finally went down, and there was a strong smell of blood in the damp wind.

"This, this is..."

Xiang Rong's voice couldn't stop trembling, he supported Yan Qing in a panic, leaned his head against his arms, dipped his hand in some sea water, and was still wiping away the blood from his mouth and nose.

Yan Qing straightened his upper body, vomited blood from his tongue like a faucet, and the front of the clothes could barely see the original color.

"I'll take you to the hospital!" Xiang Rong picked him up without saying a word, and the body of the person behind him became weak, and even his limbs became cold.

Yan Qing's consciousness was fuzzy, and his eyes flickered on and off. Apart from the constant spurting of blood, he felt the bones all over his body were crisp and brittle, as if a bug was gnawing on him. The pain was unbearable. He wanted to rub the sore spot, but I don't even have the strength to speak.

I got sick again, and this day finally came.

Xiang Rong was running barefoot on the beach. He was restless, his breathing was disordered, and he even passed out. He had never suffered from running before in the fire brigade's physical training.

Accidentally, he kicked the plastic bucket when it was overturned, and the fish and crabs in it returned to the embrace of the sea.

It seems that this time the rush to the sea was not successful.

"Yan Qing, hold on, I beg you..."

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感谢在2022070806:38:52~2022071707:42:38期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Qiqi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!