Fire fighting

More than half a month passed by, and Yan Qing lost a lot of hair every day.

Fortunately, the traditional Chinese medicine has temporarily controlled the disease. These days, he is eating, drinking and having fun with Xiang Rong, and he is having a great time.

It was the end of May in a blink of an eye, Xiang Rong was not on duty today, but he had to train, so Yan Qing went to the fire station as usual.

Logically speaking, outsiders are not allowed to visit the training, but Li Cheng seems to like Yan Qing very much, and agreed for the first time, allowing him to travel freely, provided that he can't affect other people's training.

On the playground in the backyard, more than 30 people were running against the scorching sun. Yan Qing sat cross-legged under the shade of a tree, fanning himself with his hands while eating ice cream.

Compared with those firefighters, he is much more at ease.

The whistle sounded and it was time for a break.

The team members were sweating profusely, and they also came to sit in the shade of the tree. People passing by greeted Yan Qing one after another, and everyone knew him well.

"Little patient, you are quite leisurely," Jiang Ce approached breathlessly, and saw two bottles of mineral water beside Yan Qing, "Did you buy it for me? Then I will be rude."

Yan Qing hurriedly protected: "This is mine and brother Xiang Rong's."

Jiang Ce's expression immediately turned from sunny to cloudy.

Yan Qing thought for a while, and handed over one of the bottles: "Then you drink mine, I haven't drunk it yet."

Jiang Ce is sunny again.

Xiang Rong also came over. Unlike everyone else, he didn't pant very much. Apart from a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, he didn't seem tired at all.

"Brother Rong, your physical strength is still the same as before." Jiang Ce joked.

"It's you who can't do it anymore," Xiang Rong finished speaking, walked in front of Yan Qing, wiped the sweat from the side of Yan Qing's face with the back of his hand, "Is it hot? Why don't you go to the office and blow on the electric fan for a while?"

"No, I can see you here," Yan Qing shook his head, "Water for you."

Xiang Rong took it, drank it in one gulp, and sat beside Yan Qing without saying a word, leaning his back on the trunk, putting his arms around Yan Qing's shoulders naturally, and let out a long breath: "I don't know why, you The water you buy is always sweet."

The boy next to him was steaming all over his body, and his arms were even hotter. Yan Qing said with disgust, "Brother Xiang Rong, you are so hot."

Hearing this, Xiang Rong quickly withdrew his hand, and didn't know where to put it, so he scratched his head.

Yan Qing looked at him stupidly, smiled, and reached out to fan him.

There was a small wind, and Xiang Rong looked at Yan Qing and the ice cream with his hands on his pillow.

Yan Qing realized that he was greedy, and stretched out the ice cream in front of Xiang Rong: "I'll give you a small bite."

Xiang Rong had a smirk on his face, and he said "OK", but he bit it hard, and half of the ice cream disappeared.

"Hey!" Yan Qing was startled, looked at Xiang Rong, who was proud of the spring breeze, and curled his mouth angrily, "Mine is gone!"

Jiang Ce watched the whole process from the side, and clicked his tongue twice: "It's so boring."

The whistle blew again, and everyone stood up again. There were many and complicated training items, such as push-ups, single and parallel bars. In addition to physical training, there were also many firefighting trainings, such as lifting and lowering ladders, climbing stairs and spraying water.

Yan Qing was fascinated by watching from a distance, and would applaud from time to time, as if Xiang Rong was No. 1 in every training.

Suddenly, a pair of feet came into view from the corner of his eye, and he turned his head to see Li Cheng also standing under the shade of a tree, looking at the players in training.

"Captain Li?" Yan Qing called out in a daze, trying to get up.

Li Cheng didn't let him get up, and said, "You're welcome, just sit down, I'm not your captain, just call me uncle according to your seniority."

Yan Qing greeted politely: "Hello, Uncle Li Cheng."

"How's your body?"

"is acceptable."

"That's fine," Li Cheng stood with his hands in his hands, "How are the preparations for the art exhibition in the afternoon?"

Art exhibition?

Yan Qing was taken aback, but didn't understand.

Seeing his blank face, Li Cheng asked, "Hasn't Xiang Rong told you yet?"

Yan Qing shook his head.

Li Cheng smiled kindly: "Xiang Rong has applied for a long time from above, hoping to borrow the lobby of the administration building for a day, and hold an exhibition for you, so that everyone in the fire station can appreciate your paintings. The approval was only obtained yesterday, and it was approved. gone."

Yan Qing was startled, not believing what he heard: "Really?"

Li Cheng affirmed: "Of course, Xiang Rong didn't tell you, but he wanted to surprise you. You can also use the proceeds from the art exhibition to pay for university tuition."

A firework exploded in his heart, and Yan Qing couldn't help grinning.

It is undoubtedly the most hope of every creator that more people can appreciate their works.

What's more, the person who organized this event was still his lover.

Yan Qing's heart started to ignite spontaneously, and he looked at the sunny boy on the field again.

It seems that every dream in the bottom of my heart has a pair of lifting hands, allowing myself to climb up, even if I accidentally fall, it will be caught by those hands safely.

"The training will be over in a while, and I have to give them a pre-planning exercise," Li Cheng said, "Would you like to do me a favor?"

Help, of course, is something Yan Qing would never refuse, and he readily accepted it.

It's just that he didn't expect that it would be embarrassing to help.

- simulated wounded.

Yan Qing lay quietly in the shade of the tree, letting the crowd watch him, with his closed eyes narrowed, he vaguely saw the serious Xiang Rong and the smiling Jiang Ce in the crowd.

Promising too quickly is not a good thing...

Li Cheng said from the side: "When accidents happen, it is inevitable that there will be injured people. If a child who fell into the water is rescued ashore at this moment, and the medical staff have not arrived yet, what should we do?"

"Rescue!" came a voice from the crowd.

"That's right," Li Cheng said, "Now I'll send someone up to demonstrate, and everyone else will be optimistic about it."

Before he started looking, he heard Xiang Rong's voice volunteering.

"Captain Li, let me come."

"It's okay, you have good grades, so come and show everyone."

Xiang Rong stepped forward and squatted beside Yan Qing with a solemn expression, as if looking at a stranger.

But Yan Qing wanted to laugh.

Li Cheng continued: "The first step is to pat the injured person on the shoulder and ask about the situation. If the injured person is unconscious, check the breathing and pulse immediately."

Xiang Rong followed the instructions, shook Yan Qing's shoulder lightly, and put his finger in the middle of the crowd, he could even see Yan Qing's squinted eyes.

"The second step is to touch the carotid artery of the injured person. If there is no pulse, give first aid immediately."

As soon as Xiang Rong's hand touched his neck, Yan Qing trembled immediately, the itching was unbearable.

"The third step is to check the breathing of the injured, lift the chin slightly, and remove foreign objects in the mouth and nasal cavity to open the airway."

"The fourth step is to carefully place the injured flat on a hard ground, slide the index finger and middle finger to the edge of the ribs, and locate the pressing position."

"Step 30, chest compressions, leaning forward, straightening the arms, using the strength of the upper body to press the injured person's sternum down 100 times at a speed of [-] times per minute."

Xiang Rong's strength was very light, and there was almost no discomfort. Yan Qing deliberately stuck out his tongue a few times in the middle, as if mocking Xiang Rong's seriousness.

"Step 30, after every [-] seconds of chest compressions, perform artificial respiration, pinch the injured person's nose, and blow slowly mouth to mouth."

Hearing this, Yan Qing opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at Xiang Rong in disbelief.

But Xiang Rong still had no expression on his face, instead he pinched Yan Qing's nose with one hand.

Seeing that he was getting closer, Yan Qing suddenly raised his hands and supported Xiang Rong's shoulders.

Jiang Ce sneered, "Looks like a fraud."

Laughter of varying sizes came from the crowd.

Yan Qing swallowed: "Li, Uncle Li Cheng, this step is, don't need it."

Xiang Rong asked paradoxically, "Why not?"

The voice was extremely small, but it was enough to shake Yan Qing's heart. He looked sideways at the crowd, and seeing that they were all watching the scene, he was even more ashamed, and replied in a low voice: "There are so many people..."

Xiang Rong whispered again: "I don't care."

Yan Qing: "..."

However, Xiang Rong lost the game in the end, because Li Cheng stopped it in time and said, "Forget about this step, have you learned it?"

Only then did Yan Qing feel relieved, and was lifted up by Xiang Rong with a blushing face.

After lunch, it was free activities, and Xiang Rong planned to keep it a secret, but Yan Qing already knew about the exhibition.

Yan Qing followed him into the lobby of the administration building, and was dumbfounded as soon as he opened the door.

There are whiteboards all the way from the wall to the corridor, and two or three pictures are pasted on each board, which are the treasures that Yan Qing gave to Xiang Rong, including the picture of playing football when they first met, and Including the reunion painting during the quarrel, in addition to the paintings that Yan Qing brought every day to comfort Xiang Rong during that time, there was also Xiang Rong, in the name of Macy's apprentice, who was the only closed disciple of Van Gogh on Xianyu. All the paintings purchased were pasted in the house intact.

The sun is slanting to the west, and the painting looks mottled, as if the real world is hidden in the hoard.

In this foyer, there is the spring borrowed from the mountain stream, and the lights salvaged from the market. There is less haste and desolation in the world, and only the beauty beyond time is left, and it is hidden in the painting. Only the painter and The devotion visible to the receiver.

Xiang Rong looked at Yan Qing without hesitation, the wind blowing from the corridor bulged up every wrinkle-free painting, and instantly filled the boy's upright chest.

"Yan Qing, are you still willing to paint for others? I want to introduce you to some clients through this art exhibition," Xiang Rong said sincerely, "but I don't want to make you too tired."

Yan Qing seemed to understand what he meant: "Brother Xiang Rong, I used to sell paintings on Xianyu, how could I not want to?"

The curtain of the exhibition was opened after Xiang Rong snapped his fingers.

There were not many people passing by, but they all stopped to admire and nodded in praise. Yan Qing was embarrassed at first, but later he let go of his courage and began to explain composition and color to curious people.

The news was spread from ten to ten, and soon everyone in the fire station knew about the art exhibition. In addition to training, firefighters are on duty on weekdays. Finally, there was an event, and almost everyone came to visit.

For a while, the crowd was crowded, and many people surrounded each painting. In addition to being full of praise, Yan Qing heard the most words:

"Xiang Rong is really lucky, he is featured in so many paintings."

Xiang Rong took this opportunity and said, "How about drawing a picture for you?"

"Okay," the team members scrambled, "I want it too, I want it too!"

Xiang Rong pointed to the price list next to him: "The price is here, ten yuan per piece."

Yan Qing pulled Xiang Rong over and whispered in his ear, "Brother Xiang Rong, I sell them for five yuan online..."

"It was ten yuan when I bought it, so you can't just cheat me," Xiang Rong said in an unserious tone, "Besides, if you count the time cost, ten yuan is not expensive."

Yan Qingben was still hesitating, but someone in the crowd said, "It's so cheap, draw me a picture!"

There are more and more voices like this, one after another.

Xiang Rong patted Yan Qing's shoulder and smiled triumphantly, as if to say "Listen to me, you're right".

Yan Qing was overwhelmed with embarrassment. Judging by today's situation, next month's living expenses will be available again. If she saves for a few more months, she won't have to worry about college tuition.

He was brought into the house by Xiang Rong and started today's work.

All the people who wanted to paint stood in a long line. In order not to wait for a long time, Xiang Rong was responsible for taking pictures of each of them, and then recorded the background they wanted, such as the seaside, such as the top of the mountain, and told them that they could go back after paying the payment and wait. It worked out.

The queue lined up quickly, and after a while it was a familiar face's turn.

"You don't tell me such a good thing in advance, Brother Rong, you are really mean."

Xiang Rong's expression remained the same: "I'm doing things fairly."

Yan Qing chuckled, raised his head and asked, "Brother Jiang Ce, what do you want to draw?"

Jiang Ce said without hesitation: "Give me a domineering one. It's best to be like Monkey King, stepping on somersault clouds with one foot, and making a somersault for thousands of miles."

Xiang Rong: "..."

Yan Qing: "...OK."

Jiang Ce: "What expression do you two have?"

Xiang Rong: "Childish."

Jiang Ce rolled his eyes at Xiang Rong, clasped his fists at Yan Qing again, and said, "It's up to you, little patient."

"No problem." Yan Qing replied with a smile.

"Wait!" Xiang Rong suddenly turned cold, "What is your name Yan Qing?"

Jiang Ce twitched the corner of his mouth, realizing that he had said something wrong: "It's just a nickname, it's just a nickname, there's no other meaning."

"Don't draw him," Xiang Rong told Yan Qing, and pushed Jiang Ce away with one hand, "If you let me hear such a nickname again, don't blame me for beating you."

Jiang Ce ran away while begging for mercy: "Hey, hey, I was wrong, I won't yell anymore."

Every time Yan Qing saw the interaction between the two of them, he found it extremely funny.

The team kept shrinking, and soon Yan Qing took more than 30 orders. Xiang Rong was afraid that Yan Qing would be too tired to avoid worrying, so he called off the event under the pretext of getting late, and said that everyone should come after painting.

The people outside the door left angrily, and Xiang Rong hurriedly poured a glass of water for Yan Qing: "I didn't expect the business to be so good. You are busy these days."

"I'm bored at home anyway, so it's good to find some work. Now that I can be liked by so many people, I'm too happy." Yan Qing's smile grew stronger, "Brother Xiang Rong, thank you for letting everyone see my Works, I've never been so popular."

"You, thank you, I will never leave my mouth. Supporting your hobbies and careers is what your boyfriend should do." Xiang Rong clenched his hands, "If you are tired of painting at home, go to rest, the body is the most important thing of."

Yan Qing nodded like a rattle: "Don't worry, I will."

As soon as the words fell, a cough came from outside the door.

When the two looked up, they saw Li Cheng walking in.

"Team Lee."

"Uncle Li Cheng."

Li Cheng asked solemnly, "Is the art exhibition over?"

Xiang Rong replied: "I'm done, I'll go and put it away."

"No hurry," Li Cheng's voice changed to be kind, and he pulled out something from behind, "Yan Qing, I want to ask you for a favor."

Yan Qing took it over and saw that it was the photo Xiang Rong took on the day he joined the team. In addition to the front-line personnel, there were also various civil servants. Everyone stood in several rows and faced the camera together.

Li Cheng then said: "Can I invite you to draw a group photo for our whole fire station? I plan to hang it next to the national flag at the entrance of the hall, so that people entering and leaving can see it at a glance. This will become a feature of our firefighting along the river." , a sign that other fire stations do not have."

Such a great significance was placed on his shoulders, which made Yan Qing's heart tremble.

He hesitated between Xiang Rong and Li Cheng, and said in disbelief: "Uncle Li Cheng, you, have you thought it through?"

"Of course," Li Cheng said unhurriedly, "I used to hear that you draw well, but this time I saw with my own eyes that I really believed it. You have such high attainments at such a young age, and you have a bright future."

Xiang Rong had unstoppable joy on his face, shook Yan Qing's arm, and couldn't wait to agree for him.

Yan Qing nodded blankly as if in a dream: "Thank you Uncle, I will draw well and I will not let you down."

Li Cheng nodded in satisfaction, then looked sideways at Xiang Rong: "Stop standing here, kid, hurry up and tidy up the hall."

Xiang Rong raised his hand in salute: "Yes!"

The author has something to say:

Yan Qing: It is undoubtedly what every creator hopes for more people to appreciate their works.

Me: Who said no? QAQ

The steps of cardiopulmonary resuscitation after drowning originated from the Internet, invaded and deleted.