Fire fighting

Once the observation period was over, Yan Qing seemed to have springs on his legs, wishing he could go outside for a few more laps.

The No.1 destination must be the sweet-scented osmanthus cake shop on Wuli Street.

The rain was clear and the sky was fine. Yan Qing even ran and danced, his mood was dyed with warm colors.

The long street without a canopy is more open, the customers are full, and the people queuing up are more exaggerated than those in rainy days.

He consciously stood at the end of the queue, hoping that he could make more sweet-scented osmanthus cakes today.

The line was slow, and Yan Qing waited for 10 minutes. It would be fine if you spent these 10 minutes walking, but your legs would feel sore just standing.

When he was looking down at his phone mailbox, a voice suddenly came from beside him: "Yellow sweater!"

It seems that I am the only person wearing a light yellow sweater on this street.

Yan Qing raised his head in astonishment, only to see someone at the side of the team waving to him.

"It really is you!" The strange face rushed forward, "What a coincidence, we meet again."

Yan Qing opened his mouth halfway, with a dazed expression on his face.

"Since it's so predestined, why don't you let my buddy make it easier for me," the person in front of him lowered his voice, "The line is so long, and the second line is probably sold out, so let us join the line and wait behind you, okay? "

us?

Before Yan Qing could react, the second of the "two of us" that this person just mentioned pulled him away violently.

The man grabbed his back by the collar, passed Yan Qing sideways, and said impatiently, "You line up for me."

Only then did Yan Qing focus on the second person.

The man looked handsome, tall and straight, full of youthful air, with a loose black coat with a shirt inside, clean and refreshing.

Just passing by in a hurry, Yan Qing noticed that his expression was light and slumped, his eyes were deep, he was a quiet amber, and he was also a sharpened edge that had been polished.

In the breeze that blows away, there is the smell of laundry detergent.

The man walked back with his friend, and there was a black backpack hanging on one of his shoulders.

The vague memory became clear, Yan Qing remembered that he had seen the same schoolbag after being rescued in the turret.

The two were at the end of the line, and their eyes swept forward.

Yan Qing immediately looked away, not daring to look any further.

Maybe after such a commotion, he didn't pay attention to the time, and it was Yan Qing's turn after a while.

He bought a lot and spent almost all the money he earned from painting these days. He asked the boss to put it in two bags, one with more and the other with less.

After paying the money and walking out of the queue, he looked back and happened to meet the two people's eyes.

Without showing timidity, Yan Qing trotted over and handed the bag full of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in front of the two of them: "Here."

"Hehe, what are you?" The person who wanted to jump in the queue just now joked, "Brother Rong, it seems we don't have to queue up."

He was about to reach out to pick it up, but Xiang Rong stopped him, looked down at Yan Qing, and said in a cold voice, "Keep it for yourself."

"It's too much, I can't finish it," Yan Qing explained, "Hurry up and take it."

"Brother Rong, don't put on airs. The last time I bought it, it was melted in the turret before I ate it. I've been hungry for days." Jiang Ce stretched out his hand, took it without hesitation, and took out a piece of it. As soon as I stuffed it in my mouth, I was full of comfort, "It's delicious, it really is delicious!"

Seeing his worthless appearance, Xiang Rong walked out of the team helplessly and said, "I'll transfer the amount to you."

Yan Qing shook his head again and again: "No, no, you saved me that day, so let this be a little thank you gift from me."

"No need," Xiang Rong replied blankly, "It's my duty to save people."

"Responsibility?" Yan Qing was a little confused.

After Jiang Ce finished eating, he licked the residue on his fingers: "We are firefighters, iron partners, I put out the fire, and he saves people."

"Firefighters..." Yan Qing suddenly understood.

Xiang Rong continued to ask: "How much?"

Jiang Ce also felt the embarrassment of the atmosphere without saying anything, and he threw the sweet-scented osmanthus cake to Xiang Rong, and pointed forward: "Isn't it written on it, five yuan and three, you can't count it all by yourself .”

Yan Qing said, "It's really unnecessary..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Ce interjected again: "Just accept it, Brother Rong said, saving you is necessary for work, no matter how big the fire is, as long as someone is trapped inside, we will not stand by and watch."

Yan Qing pursed his lips, and had no choice but to give up: "The pastry is indeed too hasty, then, then I will think about other ways to thank you."

"No need, it's better if you can see more." Xiang Rong said abruptly.

Look away?

Yan Qing didn't understand.

"Yeah, although I don't know what unsatisfactory things you have encountered, but there are still many beautiful things in life, such as this sweet-scented osmanthus cake." Jiang Ce also said.

Yan Qing scratched his face and asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

Jiang Ce clicked his tongue twice: "Others run out when they hear the fire, but you rush in by yourself. Didn't you do it on purpose? Don't be embarrassed. When people are impulsive, as long as you think about it now, All troubles are floating clouds."

"..."

It turned out that they thought they rushed into the fire scene because they couldn't think about it.

Yan Qing knew the reason and was about to clarify when a call came to Jiang Ce's mobile phone. He looked at the caller ID and signaled Xiang Rong and Yan Qing to go forward first, and he would follow after answering the call.

Jiang Ce pressed the answer button: "Hey, baby, are you still working overtime in the hospital?"

Xiang Rong stepped forward, followed closely by Yan Qing.

Neither of them spoke, and the air just condensed here.

Yan Qing raised his head and looked at Xiang Rong's eyes looking at the road ahead. He always felt that he had to explain clearly, so he said softly: "Well, you must be mistaken..."

"I don't have Jiang Ce's eloquence, and I won't persuade people who want to die to continue to live," Xiang Rong said solemnly, "If you really don't want to live, write a wish list, and find someone to accompany you to fulfill your wish before leaving."

Yan Qing was stunned.

Is this comforting yourself?It sounds weird.

However, Yan Qing didn't refute. Although he didn't intend to die, the final result of the illness seems to be the same.

Xiang Rong continued: "It's not too late to decide whether to give up life after all your wishes are fulfilled."

Yan Qing lowered his head and was silent for a while.

Maybe it would be better to let the misunderstanding replace the truth, after all, the right to life in the misunderstanding is in your own hands.

And the truth is not.

He raised his eyes, full of anticipation.

"Then can I find you?"

Xiang Rong was startled, and stopped. He turned his head to look at the students under the warm light. Those eyes were charming, reflecting the misty blue sky.

After a while, he opened his legs again: "I'll think about it."

Yan Qing was very satisfied with the joke, he trotted to catch up, and asked about the business: "By the way, can I add your WeChat? I didn't get the cake today, so I want to give you a gift."

"No gift." Xiang Rong said firmly.

His attitude was blunt, and Yan Qing's heart was a little cold.

A few seconds later, Xiang Rong said again: "But WeChat can."

Yan Qing's heart became hot again, he quickly wrote down the mobile phone number reported by Xiang Rong, sent a friend request, and said, "Well, can I make another note?"

"Xiang Rong, Xiang Yu's Xiang, Rong Ma's Rong."

"Remember," Yan Qing smiled, "Brother Xiang Rong, my name is Yan Qing."

"Brother Xiang Rong, my name is Jiang Ce."

Jiang Ce came after him and just heard these words, so he imitated Yan Qing's tone and shouted the same.

Xiang Rong raised his fist, pretending to punch him.

Jiang Ce covered his face: "Hey, hey, a gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands!"

The journey together was very short, and the fire station was in another direction. After saying a few words, Yan Qing was about to separate from them, but instead of going directly to the hospital, he bought some ham sausages and made a detour to the turret.

A fire broke out in the turret some time ago, and it is now closed for renovation. The rescued stray dog ​​was put in the bushes behind the turret by Yan Qing. He hoped that someone could adopt it, but his hope failed again and again.

He broke the ham into several pieces and fed it to the puppy. The puppy liked him very much and wagged its tail and rubbed against his leg.

Yan Qing was very happy.

He had done too much chemotherapy and radiotherapy over the years, he hadn't been standing for long, and he was already tired, so he hurried back to the hospital.

The old man was not in the ward, so Yan Qing sat back on the bed alone, letting the sun warm his whole body.

He took out his phone and found that the friend request had been approved.

Yan Qing typed his own name: "My name is these two characters: Yan Qing."

While waiting for the other party's reply, he clicked on Xiang Rong's profile.

Xiang Rong's nickname is XR, which is the abbreviation of his real name, and his profile picture is a stick figure football.

Yan Qing clicked into his circle of friends again, which was also very simple, with a background image of a burning fire, no personal signature, and only one article forwarded from the beginning to the end, which was still the official account of his work unit.

This person is quite boring...

He backed out and saw that XR had replied to the message.

"guessed."

"..."

Yan Qing: "Have you arrived at the fire station?"

Xiang Rong: "Yes."

Yan Qing: "Aren't you going to work today?"

Xiang Rong: "Yes."

Yan Qing: "What about tomorrow?"

Xiang Rong: "What?"

Yan Qing: "Didn't I say I want to give you a present?"

After posting, he added an emoji package requesting from a kitten.

Xiang Rong: "No need."

Yan Qing sent four messages in a row: "It's free, I made it myself, the courtesy is light and the affection is heavy, don't be disgusted."

The other party didn't reply after a long time, presumably he was deliberating.

Yan Qing: "I've been doing this for a long time."

Xiang Rong: "Okay."

Yan Qing: "Then I'll look for you tomorrow!"

Each of Xiang Rong's replies is very short, and he can use a few words without using a sentence.

Yan Qing originally thought that the topic would end here, but the opposite party suddenly asked: "How old are you?"

"I'm 18 years old, how about you?"

Xiang Rong: "21."

It turned out that he had already passed the age to be described as a teenager, but the first impression he left on Yan Qing was the word teenager.

"I thought you were only a year older than me."

Xiang Rong didn't reply to this message, but said something confusing.

"On the way, I promise."

Yan Qing: "Promise what?"

Xiang Rong: "Your request."

Yan Qing suddenly had a flash in his mind, this request probably refers to asking him to accompany him to realize his wish...

At that time, he only thought this idea was very interesting, so he asked casually, after all, after thanking Xiang Rong tomorrow, he should not have any interaction with him again, so how could he choose to trouble him?

"I'm just kidding."

After a long time, the opposite side came back.

"But I mean it."

Yan Qing took a deep breath, looked at the jumping cursor in the input box, his fingers were slightly hot, he typed a few words and then deleted them all, but he didn't know what to reply.

Xiang Rong: "Tomorrow at twelve noon, I will pick you up at the gate of the fire station."

Yan Qing: "Okay, see you tomorrow!"

After the chat, Yan Qing remembered the official account in Xiang Rong's circle of friends. He clicked in, and the introduction of Lucheng Yanjiang Fire Squadron jumped into his eyes, including jurisdiction, personnel information, meritorious service publicity, geographical location, etc., the scope naturally covered From the corner tower, Wuli Street, both sides of the Shenjiang River, Lucheng Middle School, and this hospital, personnel information is readily available, and there are countless rescue stories, from the rescue of children in the river to the fire in the corner tower a few days ago. reports.

Although Xiang Rong has appeared in many photos.But in the current list of first-line rescuers, Yan Qing only saw Jiang Ce, not Xiang Rong.

Without thinking too much, he took out the paintbrush and dye from the side, and began to prepare for tomorrow's gift.

He wants tomorrow to come sooner.

The author has something to say:

Xiang Rong: What will you wear when you meet your partner tomorrow?Waiting online, very urgent.