Fire fighting

The art exhibition ended at four o'clock in the afternoon.

Yan Qing followed Xiang Rong around the fire station, not only visiting the spare equipment in the warehouse, but also experiencing the model of a fire truck.Xiang Rong taught him how to use a fire extinguisher and a water spray gun, and the two of them got wet amidst laughter.

Xiang Rong said it was okay, took Yan Qing back to the dormitory to take a shower, and gave him his own short sleeves, but it was a pity that each one was too big for Yan Qing.

Finally, Yan Qing chose a piece of overalls, put it on and looked in the mirror, like a firefighter.

After smelling it carefully, there was a strong fragrance of laundry detergent on the clothes, just like the smell he smelled when he first met Xiang Rong.

After changing his clothes, he followed Xiang Rong to take a walk outside. The sun was setting, and every breath was free and easy.

Unconsciously, I walked to the playground. On the green field in the middle of the runway, there were many firefighters who were not on duty like Xiang Rong, running and playing football.

Yan Qing excitedly said: "Brother Xiang Rong, don't you call yourself Messi's apprentice? Don't you want to go up and show your feet?"

"That's exactly what I meant," Xiang Rong chuckled, then lowered his head and asked, "Do you still remember the day you came to me for the first time when you returned to Nantian?"

Yan Qing nodded, it was rainy that day, and he even taught Xiang Rong how to make a sunny doll.

"At that time I said, when the weather clears, I will take you to play football." Xiang Rong looked up at the sky, "It seems that this day has come."

Hearing the sound, Yan Qing hurriedly stopped.

Is this going to be played by yourself?

But the group of people on the field played so well, wouldn't it be a disappointment now.

"I don't know how to play football," Yan Qing said nervously, "I'll just watch you play."

"You have to give it a try," Xiang Rong teased, "Who said you wanted to learn?"

This is obviously two different things...

Yan Qing just wanted to try, but didn't want to lose face.

Xiang Rong saw his worries and hugged him in his arms, as if transmitting energy to him.

"Then watch me play for a while, and then you can play after I pass the ball to you."

It had to be like this.

Yan Qing sat on the track and watched Xiang Rong trot towards the field. When the players saw him, they asked him to join.

As a result, Xiang Rong called everyone over, and a group of people formed a circle with their arms around their shoulders, as if they were discussing something.

Yan Qing didn't understand, thought they were discussing some tactics, silently opened a bottle of water, and took two sips.

The game started, and the originally static field began to boil as soon as the ball hit the ground.

Yan Qing couldn't understand, he only knew to kick the ball into the opposite goal net, and if the goalkeeper didn't catch it, it would count as a score.

Although people's attention is easily attracted by football, he can only look at Xiang Rong.

More than a dozen teenagers chattered about on the green field, running around a football.

Xiang Rong ran to the center, kicked to the side when the opponent was attacking, successfully intercepted, and turned around again, he was surrounded by many people again, so he raised his foot and passed the ball to his teammates, while he detoured outwards and waited until When everyone was chasing the person holding the ball, that person passed the ball to Xiang Rong again. He sped up and shot in the air, making the goalkeeper not even have time to pounce and easily scored a point.

Cheers and praise came from the field.

"Fortunately, it's little Messi, who made the difficulty even higher once he played."

"I haven't seen you playing football for so long, how come you are still playing so well?"

"Messi has a golden left foot, and Xiang Rong has a golden right foot."

Xiang Rong scratched his head and smiled. He stood in the sun, which was not as dazzling as him.

Yan Qing felt gratified that Xiang Rong now seems to be different from when he first met.

But he also understood that Xiang Rong was so sunny before, after all, that indifferent expression was abnormal.

To see Xiang Rong finally get rid of the shadow of the past and get on the right track is Yan Qing's greatest wish, which surpasses everything in his original wish.

Every football fell in front of Xiang Rong, as if it had life.

Xiang Rong caught it with his chest, then lifted it with his knees, occasionally with his shoulders, and finally with his head, and sent the ball into the goal frame again, flexible and agile.He staged a hat-trick and gave the opponent an own goal by surprise.

The young man is in full bloom, and his every move is full of youth.

Football lingers among the firefighters, closely linking the comrades in arms.

Yan Qing was fascinated when he suddenly saw Xiang Rong kick the ball to his side.

The distance was just right. Looking at the football parked in front of him, he was taken aback, and then saw Xiang Rong raised his fist high, signaling himself to go on the field.

The scene fell silent in an instant, and everyone focused on Yan Qing, but no one came to grab the ball.

Yan Qing swallowed. In the past few months, I have ridden on a roller coaster and jumped on a bungee jump. There is nothing I dare not do.

If so, go out and give it a try!

He fixed his eyes on the ball, kicked it lightly, and the football moved.

He jogged with his legs up and down with the football, obviously clumsily.

As soon as they entered the arena, everyone gathered around, Yan Qing felt anxious, wanted to protect the ball but didn't know what to do.

The strange thing is that no one came to grab it, or occasionally a few people approached, but they didn't grab it.

How could this be?

Yan Qing gradually became more confident, and his running speed became faster and faster. He ran towards one of the door nets, and within two steps, he heard Xiang Rong's shout again.

"Yan Qing! Reverse the reverse!"

"..."

Yan Qing scratched his face, turned around immediately, and started rushing in the opposite direction.

He felt like a gust of wind, a gentle spring breeze, and he hadn't played sports since his illness.

It feels so good to run again, a thousand times better than lying in a hospital bed.

People on both sides invariably protected him in the middle, jogging with him, and there were a few performers who came to perform for the ball, either deliberately fell to the ground, or obviously fake kicked to release the water.

The ball rolled and rolled on the ground, never leaving Yan Qing's feet.

At this moment, he finally understood what Xiang Rong was talking about when he brought them together just now.

In this way, Yan Qing rushed all the way to the front, aimed at the gate net, kicked it in the most straightforward way without any skill.

Logically speaking, anyone could catch the ball, but the goalkeeper's movement was half a beat slower, and the traces of performance were a bit heavy.

The moment the football shot, there was an unprecedented shout on the field, which was even louder than Xiang Rong's goal.

Yan Qing's heart was pounding hot, as warm as the setting sun.

The cheers didn't stop, everyone rushed up, as if celebrating the victory, they picked up Yan Qing and threw him into the air.

It felt like playing on a trampoline, Yan Qing was overjoyed, the smile on his face couldn't stop rising, the wind at the height was cooler, blowing away the sweltering heat in summer.

With a sudden fall, he was not thrown up again, but fell into an embrace.

Yan Qing turned his head in surprise, Xiang Rong's eyebrows and eyes were extremely gentle.

This kind of princess hug in public is really embarrassing.

Yan Qing blushed, but fortunately the setting sun was about to sink, and the burning clouds covered his face.

The players were talking and laughing, but Xiang Rong didn't care. He walked out of the crowd with him in his arms. When he parted, he still thanked everyone behind him and made an appointment to play football together again some other day.

Yan Qing shook his body and wanted to jump down, like a dehydrated fish: "Put me down."

Xiang Rong deliberately frightened him and said, "If you move again, you will fall off."

Only then did Yan Qing be honest, quietly shrinking into his arms: "What are you going to do?"

Xiang Rong strode towards the cafeteria and said with a smile, "Feed the cat for dinner."

After dinner, it was already dark, and the playground was full of people who trained in the morning again. This is a rare get-together in the fire station.

More than 30 people formed a large circle and sat cross-legged on the ground. Everyone took out their mobile phones and turned on their flashlights. Countless lights intertwined and blended at night, which was better than the bright stars in the sky.

Yan Qing leaned close to Xiang Rong, and would be fed a mouthful of sweet-scented osmanthus cake by him from time to time.

More and more people came, Jiang Ce took advantage of the situation and sat on the other side of Yan Qing, sandwiching him.

He looked at Yan Qing's clothes and jokingly said, "Brother Rong's little cousin, are you wearing this overalls to join us?"

Yan Qing looked down at the words "Yanjiang Squadron" on his chest, and grinned: "If I join, you will be unemployed."

Jiang Ce didn't take it seriously: "If you join, the identity of the team member of the rescue team will change from Brother Rong to you."

Yan Qing tilted his head to look at Xiang Rong, only to hear him say: "It's all caused by them."

The crowd was bustling, and finally the arrival of Li Cheng ended the chatter. Li Cheng briefly stated a few rules, such as what time the party ceremony will open, the transfer of shift personnel tomorrow morning, etc., and finally added: "Relax!" Let's play, don't take it so seriously,"

The crowd became lively again. Some people first rushed to the center to play some kung fu, and some sang a piece of Lucheng Luantan opera in place. Some performed magic tricks and some told stories. There was constant laughter and applause.

Yan Qing gradually realizes that these people's heroes are also so down-to-earth, they are just ordinary people just like himself.

Jiang Ce urged from the side: "Little cousin, why don't you go up and get one?"

Yan Qing was eager to try, but shook his hand: "Forget it, I don't know much about talent."

"Everyone puts out fires, how can there be a professional?" Jiang Ce said, "Go if you want, just for fun."

Yan Qing was persuaded by him: "Then...wait a minute, let me brew it."

Hearing the conversation, Xiang Rong smiled, looked up and found that Li Cheng was about to leave.

He stood up and trotted over: "Captain Li, aren't you with us?"

"No, it's better for you young people to play. Finally, I have half a day off. I'll go back and rest for a while."

Xiang Rong didn't stop him again, he hesitated and said: "Captain Li, I..."

Li Cheng stopped in his tracks: "Is there something wrong?"

Xiang Rong said seriously: "I want to take a three-month vacation from next week, can you approve it?"

Li Cheng was taken aback: "You have just returned to the team and are you going to ask for leave?"

Xiang Rong was ashamed and lowered his head.

Li Cheng's eyes bypassed Xiang Rong, looked into the crowd, and asked, "Is it because of that child?"

"Yes," Xiang Rong made up his mind, "I want to spend more time with him."

Li Cheng understood Yan Qing's physical condition, and sighed: "In the past three years, you have performed outstandingly and made countless contributions. You have never asked for a day off. Now it's time to give you back the vacation, and I approve it."

Xiang Rong's eyes lit up: "Thank you, Team Li!"

"Well," Li Cheng said lightly, "Take care of Yan Qing, and take care of yourself."

Xiang Rong looked at Li Chengyuan's back, feeling very grateful.

He turned around and returned to the crowd. Before he had taken two steps, a burst of singing came into his ears.

Xiang Rong was in a trance, took a closer look, and found that the person standing in the center of the circle at the moment was actually Yan Qing.

"The sound of the sea tide drowns the evening of parting,

Only the warmth of reluctance remains.

Under the starry sky, embracing the dying tenderness,

Love can only be complete in memory. "

The voice was crisp and bright, and the tune was melodious, every sound hooked Xiang Rong's heart.

He was dumbfounded, it seemed that Yan Qing was not only superb in painting, but also in singing as well.

When the venue was on other shows, it was always chaotic, but at this moment, everyone was quiet.

Xiang Rong ran back to his original position, took out his mobile phone in a panic, and wanted to record this singing.

The melodious tone is meandering than flowing water, hazy than the bright moon.

"I want to hold you into my body, but I dare not let you see it,

The tear that didn't fall at the corner of her mouth.

If this is the last page, before you leave,

Can I rewrite the story. "

At the end of the coda, the quiet night was instantly torn apart by the cheers. From time to time, amidst the thunderous applause, someone shouted: "One more!"

Yan Qing smiled shyly, ran down quickly, and hid beside Xiang Rong in embarrassment.

He also realized that Xiang Rong had been looking at him.

Yan Qing raised his head and looked at those tender eyes: "What's wrong?"

"I found that I not only like you," Xiang Rong said half-jokingly, "I also admire you a little bit."

Hearing this, Yan Qing became even more embarrassed. He avoided Xiang Rong's direct gaze and turned his head so that he would not see him.

The show didn't stop, it was still going on, and even Jiang Ce also performed a stand-up comic.

The place was full of guests and voices, but Xiang Rong only looked at Yan Qing, as if the excitement in front of him had nothing to do with him.

Yan Qing also glanced at him from time to time, and the two of them exchanged eyebrows, expressing hidden affection in full view, as if they were showing a spy war drama about Fengyue.

After a long time, Xiang Rong asked in a low voice, "Do you want to go for a walk?"

Yan Qing agreed.

Xiang Rong pulled Yan Qing up, stopped watching the show, and walked away towards the dark runway instead.

This place is far away from the crowd, only the moonlight falls in front of you.

Xiang Rong said first: "Unexpectedly, you are not only good at art, but also good at music."

Yan Qing smiled: "I didn't expect you to be the recognized team player in your team."

"The nickname is yours now."

"I don't want it," Yan Qing said, "Compared to being a team player, I want to show off that my partner is a team player."

Xiang Rong sneered, took Yan Qing's hand, crossed his fingers, and aligned his palms.

"We've been dating for almost a month, I, I don't seem to have kissed you yet."

Hearing this, Yan Qing's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

But what Xiang Rong said was right, that kiss would have fallen if there hadn't been an accident that day when he was rushing to the sea.

He also realized later: "No wonder you insisted on giving me artificial respiration in the morning, I knew you had no good intentions."

"Even if I don't fight, no one dares to go up," Xiang Rong said proudly, "Who else doesn't know about our relationship?"

Yan Qing's eyes widened. He thought that other people only regarded him as Xiang Rong's cousin, but he didn't expect...

Xiang Rong stopped and turned to Yan Qing: "Since you were too shy this morning, it's okay now."

Yan Qing pursed his lips, not knowing what to say, the humidity rolled over his mouth and nose like sea waves, making it hard to breathe.

"You can, but..." he said with some concerns, "but you can't go too far."

"No, if I go too far, you will punish me."

"Punish for what?"

Xiang Rong held his chin and thought for a while: "Punish me for being kissed by you."

Yan Qing: "..."

After all, the result is the same.

Yan Qing blushed, raised her face consciously, and tiptoed lightly, like a sunflower attracted by the sun.

"You don't need to tiptoe," Xiang Rong said gently, "I will bend down."

After speaking, he hugged Yan Qing, shaking off his shame, and kissed her messily.

The breath alternates, releasing infinite warmth, soft and intense, restrained and violent.

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The lyrics are partly from Jiang Yuchen's "The Last Page", intruded and deleted.