Fire fighting

"Boom boom boom!"

Not long after Yan Qing woke up, he heard a knock on the door.

He turned off the lights that had been left on all night, trotted to the door, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw the familiar figure and the usual smile.

But what was different from the past was that Xiang Rong carried a fire extinguisher on each shoulder.

"Good morning, little lazy cat."

Yan Qing hastily made way out of the way and signaled him to enter the house to rest: "Brother Xiang Rong, who are you?"

"I have been to your house a few times, and I always feel that the fire-fighting equipment is not perfect. This time, I specially brought two of them from the fire station." Xiang Rong put the fire extinguishers in the corner, "Isn't the weather forecast saying that there will be heavy rain tonight? , it will be dangerous if the electric trip trips."

Yan Qing’s home was remodeled from a small warehouse, and there is indeed a shortage of firefighting equipment, but the fire station is not too close to Wencheng Road. Yan Qing couldn’t help thinking about the puzzled look of passers-by on the road when they saw Xiang Rong carrying two fire extinguishers. laugh.

Xiang Rong didn't stop, and went to check the circuit and gas, and checked the electrical equipment from beginning to end, and found many hidden dangers, such as exposed wires and old sockets.Thanks to the small size of the house, otherwise he could have searched for an hour.

Seeing him busy here and there, Yan Qing felt a little helpless: "Brother Xiang Rong, don't be so serious..."

"I can't say that. Many fires are caused by people's luck and think that the disaster will not happen." Xiang Rong's attitude is serious, but his tone is very gentle. Your safety."

Yan Qing was persuaded by him, so he poured a glass of water, and he went into the room and took a fan to fan Xiang Rong.

"I'm not hot," Xiang Rong said comfortingly, "Clouds and rain are coming soon, and the wind during the day is cool."

After the inspection, Xiang Rong got up: "Do you want to tidy up the room today?"

"Clean up the room?" Yan Qing repeated his words.

"Change the layout," Xiang Rong explained, "just like what is written in your wish book."

It's been a long time since I mentioned the wish book, and it was only then that Yan Qing remembered that he had indeed written about renovating the room.

He hesitated for a moment. It was true that he wanted to transform, and it was true that he was tired...

Xiang Rong had already seen his thoughts, pushed him on the sofa, and smiled softly: "You just sit here, tell me what you want to change, and I will do it."

"It's not right," Yan Qing said, "I'd better go with you."

"What's wrong, I'm strong, so I should do more," Xiang Rong squeezed Yan Qing's side face, "Besides, you are the master of this family, so leave the hard work to me. "

Yan Qing was still embarrassed: "Then I'll help you, otherwise I won't be able to sit still."

Xiang Rong was afraid that he would be bored, so he acquiesced: "Do something easy, don't get tired."

"Okay, I'll go outside to weed some grass. If it rains, it won't be easy." Yan Qing picked up a pair of long scissors casually, "Don't be too tired, just clean it up, there is no need for major renovations."

Xiang Rong raised his hand and saluted: "Yes! Sir!"

Although it was a simple cleanup, Xiang Rong swept everything inside and out. To his surprise, the corners and corners were spotless, even the bottom of the bed.

Xiang Rong already knew this.

However, there was dust on the top of the cabinet and the lamps. Xiang Rong could easily wipe the dust off these places that Yan Qing couldn't reach.

In addition to cleaning, Xiang Rong changed the direction of the tables and chairs according to Yan Qing's instructions, wiped the stove, and washed the sheets.

He hung the two sunny dolls from the fire station on the window edge, moved the cat and dog dolls to the bedside, and pasted the paper-cuts given to Yan Qing on the back of the gate, making the red look festive.

Over the years at the fire station, he has long practiced to do everything quickly and efficiently, so the whole process takes a very short time.

Sweat did not drop a few drops, but enthusiasm surged up. After the renovation was completed, Xiang Rong pushed open the door of the backyard and found that Yan Qing was squatting on the ground, digging a hole with a shovel in his hand, and there were not many grasses beside him.

The soil clods were shoveled and piled aside, and a small circular pit was almost formed, about as deep as the ankle.

Hearing the footsteps, Yan Qing turned his head and shouted, "Brother Xiang Rong, are you done?"

"Yes," Xiang Rong said cheerfully, "Why did you dig so much soil?"

Yan Qing took out a bag of seeds from his pocket and shook it: "The night you gave me the doll, didn't you also give me a bag of sunflower seeds? I'll plant them while it's still sunny."

Xiang Rong smiled knowingly, squatted beside him, and wiped off the thin sweat on Yan Qing's forehead: "Let me come, you go back to the room and rest for a while."

After finishing speaking, he was going to grab the shovel in Yan Qing's hand, but Yan Qing turned his hands behind his back, shook his head and said "no".

Xiang Rong was puzzled, and Yan Qing explained: "You have done so much, so leave this work to me."

Seeing his stubborn appearance, Xiang Rong stopped arguing, turned around and removed the grass beside him, and said: "If you can't stand it anymore, you should stop for a while, don't get tired."

"Understood." Yan Qing replied with a slight smile. After he poured the seeds in, he didn't bury the soil. He said that he wanted the sunflower seeds to be exposed to the sun more, so that they would grow taller in the future.

The whole morning passed in a hurry, Yan Qing didn't feel unwell at all, and didn't even show signs of being tired.

A few days ago, he couldn't even hold the pen in his right hand, and he started to tremble after two strokes. Therefore, he suspended the Xianyu account, saying that he would not accept orders for something, but now he can shovel the soil effortlessly. I even considered whether to take over the job again.

Xiang Rong was also relieved to see that Yan Qing regained his strength today, and he has an appetite to eat.

For a moment, he thought that Yan Qing's illness was getting better, as if he was not sick at all, or he had a small cold, and he recovered after a few days of rest.

In the afternoon, Xiang Rong took Yan Qing to the market, bought some insulating rubber mats and cable protection sleeves, and went to the supermarket by the way, bought ingredients for dinner, including meat and vegetables, and some soup base ingredients. Only then did I know that Xiang Rong wanted to cook hot pot.

Yan Qing was a little excited. The hot pot restaurant outside cost one hundred and ten yuan per person. He had never been to it. This was the first time he knew that hot pot could still be made at home.

Besides, Xiang Rong also bought a big watermelon at the fruit stand, neither of them knew how to choose, so Yan Qing imitated others, picked it up and patted it, and couldn't tell the difference, so he chose the most pleasing one.

Halfway there, it suddenly started raining. Xiang Rong was carrying five or six bags by himself. Yan Qing wanted to help him share the burden, but Xiang Rong insisted on refusing to give it. He only asked Yan Qing to hold an umbrella. Yan Qing took his arm and held the umbrella Raised high, and Xiang Rong hurried home.

It was already evening when we got home, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and both of them were half wet.

Afraid that Yan Qing would catch a cold, Xiang Rong urged him to take a shower and change clothes, while he wrapped the exposed wires with insulating sleeves outside. After eliminating all potential safety hazards, he was relieved and prepared today's dinner.

Boil water in the pot, connect it to the induction cooker, wash the vegetable leaves, put them on separate plates, put the fatty beef and fish fillets on the dishes, and finally put the things in the center of the table, then mix a bowl of dipping sauce, wait for the water to boil I can start.

When making the dipping sauce, Xiang Rong deliberately didn't put coriander for Yan Qing. He learned the steps from the Internet, a few drops of oil and a few drops of vinegar, and it was just right. He was afraid that there would be a little mistake. When it was his turn, he didn't care. Just pour it, stir it and it's done.

The rain intensified, and thunder and lightning flashed outside the window. The last time I saw such heavy rain was when I was 11 years old, just before the arrival of the mudslide.

Instead of looking outside the courtyard, Xiang Rong picked up his mobile phone, and a weather forecast happened to be broadcast on it.

"According to the observation results of Yanshan Astronomical and Meteorological Observatory at 19:17 today, our city issued a red rainstorm warning. Due to the impact of heavy rainfall, it is expected that the cumulative precipitation in Lucheng will reach more than 200 millimeters from this night to tomorrow morning. Residents in the mountainous areas please follow the The government ordered evacuation in an orderly manner, and urban and rural waterlogging may occur in some coastal areas, citizens are requested to take precautions and do not go out unless necessary."

Xiang Rong's heart skipped a beat, every time he saw such news, he felt lingering fear.

It has been more than half an hour since Yan Qing entered the bathroom, Xiang Rong was a little surprised, he only knew that Yan Qing loved to be clean, but he did not expect to be able to reach this level.

Yan Qing came out of the bathroom, wearing a new suit, walked up to Xiang Rong, and asked, "Brother Xiang Rong, do you look good?"

There is a kitten on the shirt, there is a starry night in the sky, and there are sunflowers on the ground. This is painted by Yan Qing himself. It is very touching. Xiang Rong's eyes light up, and his smile spreads: "You look good, you look beautiful, and you look good in everything you wear. "

Yan Qing grinned, and took out a white short sleeve from behind.

"Brother Xiang Rong, it's for you, you can put it on too."

This short-sleeved dress is similar to Yan Qing's style, except that on the front is a puppy with a fire extinguisher on his head, stepping on a green field, and running forward kicking a football. Xiang Rong fell in love with it when he saw it: "How could you Do you have any clothes for me?"

"The other day you carried me from the beach to the hospital, and the clothes were covered with blood. I said I would wash them for you, but I couldn't wash them off, so I had to sew a new one for you," Yan Qing said slowly. Answer, "How many times have I hugged your body, and I know what size it is."

Xiang Rong immediately put on new clothes and stood in front of the mirror admiring them for a long time. This clothes looked like Yan Qing himself, no matter how you looked at it, you liked it.

He cut the watermelon in half, scooped the sweetest part into a ball with a spoon, put it in a bowl, and handed it to Yan Qing: "The water is not boiling yet, eat some fruit first."

Yan Qing just took it and didn't eat it. He sat in front of the table, looking at the slightly bubbling cooking pot, feeling a little anxious.

"Brother Xiang Rong, why don't we eat hot pot tomorrow."

Xiang Rong was taken aback, and asked, "Why?"

Yan Qing said thoughtfully: "It's so dark outside, and the rain is still so heavy, I'm afraid you won't be able to go back for a while, and you will be punished."

Xiang Rong didn't expect this to be the reason, and raised his mouth: "Who said I'm going back?"

Yan Qing froze, blinked: "Aren't you going to work tomorrow?"

Xiang Rong comforted him to sit down, fed the watermelon to Yan Qing's mouth with a spoon, saw him take a sip, and said with a smile: "When the party was held that night, I greeted Team Li, and I invited him three The month's leave is dedicated to accompany you."

As if a shot of cardiotonic had hit his arm, Yan Qing's eyes widened, and he asked in disbelief, "Really, really?"

"Of course," Xiang Rong said consolingly, "Today is a normal vacation, and tomorrow will be the first day."

The watermelon in his mouth suddenly tasted sweeter, and Yan Qing was so excited that he jumped off the chair, wrapped his arms around Xiang Rong's neck and hugged him.

Xiang Rong was caught off guard, put down the watermelon, and patted Yan Qing on the back: "Think about it, what do you want to do in the next summer? Let's go sand washing? Go swimming? Go to Jiangzhou for a trip?"

Yan Qing's smile remained undiminished. He didn't think about such a long time ago. Instead, he got up and moved the pillow on the sofa aside, and said in surprise and joy: "Brother Xiang Rong, are you going to live with me tonight? We Can we watch the sunrise together tomorrow morning?!"

Being alone at home for so many years, this is the first time someone has stayed overnight, and Yan Qing has never been so excited.

"Okay, I usually get up early, and I will definitely wake you up tomorrow to watch the sunrise," Xiang Rong said confidently, and watched Yan Qing clean up the sofa, the volume was reduced by half, "But, I, I can't be with you In bed?"

Yan Qing's whole body tensed up, and his face became hot.

Seeing that his cheeks were flushed, Xiang Rong smiled mockingly, but he didn't know that his ears were also the same color.

Yan Qing sat back at the table and nodded lightly: "Then don't squeeze me at night."

Xiang Rong teased: "It's not certain, I don't know what I will do when I fall asleep."

Yan Qing blushed even more.

There was loud thunder outside the window, and lightning flashed across the night sky from time to time.

The water in the pot was boiled, and the base of the bone broth gave off an aroma. Xiang Rong first filled two bowls of hot soup, then put the meat and vegetables into the pot, and stirred to make it evenly heated.

Looking at the steaming bone soup, Yan Qing suddenly said, "Brother Xiang Rong, when you retire from the front line, will you continue to be a firefighter?"

"Are you talking about switching to an administrative position?" Xiang Rong pondered, "I haven't considered this issue yet, so it should be inappropriate."

Yan Qing was not satisfied with this answer: "It's time to think about it, you are already 21, and you usually have to quit the front line at the age of 24, otherwise your physical strength will not be able to keep up."

What Yan Qing said was not unreasonable, Xiang Rong thought for a while and said: "I... go to be an auxiliary policeman? Or go to a company to apply for a security officer? Or go to be a physical education teacher and teach children to play football."

After pondering over a few items, none of them seemed to be quite satisfied. Xiang Rong suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and said informally, "I'll open a store to sell sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, so that I can save some money and marry you as my wife."

"Hmph," Yan Qing took over, "Obviously I married you."

Xiang Rong smiled smartly: "What about you? What do you want to do when you graduate from college?"

Yan Qing still kept smiling, but his expression froze slightly: "I, I..."

He didn't know what to answer, and he felt that no answer made sense.

"I'll talk about it when the time comes, maybe there is an art company short of manpower," he said, "If I can't find it, I'll go to your shop to help you, and then steal some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. No."

Xiang Rong pinched his cheeks with one hand, and pinched his mouth into a beeping look: "You don't have to steal it, I will make it for you every day, and I will sell it to others when you have eaten enough."

The red meat was cooked quickly, and Xiang Rong picked up more than half of it and put it in Yan Qing's bowl.

"You have to eat more to be healthy."

Yan Qing nodded, mixed the seasoning, picked it up with chopsticks, and was about to speak when the cell phone rang beside him.

"Jingle Bell……"

Xiang Rong picked it up and saw that it was Li Cheng calling. He looked at Yan Qing and accepted it hesitantly.

"Hello, Captain Li."

There was a noise from the other end of the phone, as if it was mixed with rainwater. Li Cheng said loudly, "Xiang Rong! The rain is too heavy, and the waterlogging on Jiangzhong Island is serious. People are trapped on the island, and the bridge is almost It collapsed, and the fire department said that there were not enough manpower in the jurisdiction over there, so we asked the Yanjiang Squadron to respond quickly."

Waterlogged, trapped, washed away...

Every word hit Xiang Rong's heart, the phone leaked, and he knew that Yan Qing heard it, because Yan Qing was more nervous than himself.

"Xiang Rong, I know you are not on duty today, but all of our brothers who can go to the police have already gone, and there are still not enough personnel. Don't you start your official vacation tomorrow? You should be the goalkeeper of Lucheng tonight. When the rain subsides tomorrow, The situation on Jiangzhongyu is stable, if you go back to spend your vacation, I promise not to disturb you again."

If there is any difficulty, they must be called back. This is the oath that every firefighter in the Yanjiang Squadron has made. Now that Lucheng is in trouble, how can they sit idly by?

But he promised Yan Qing that he would spend the night with him and watch the sun rise with him.

Right now we haven't even had a hot pot meal, and we have to say goodbye so soon.

Xiang Rong looked at Yan Qing reluctantly, but he didn't speak.

"That, Yan Qing, I..."

"It's okay, Brother Xiang Rong," Yan Qing squeezed out a smile, "It's just one night, I have experienced countless nights myself, this one is not bad."

Xiang Rong felt sour and lowered his head.

"Those people must be very desperate now. They need you more than I do," Yan Qing said in a loud voice, so decisive that no one could tell whether it was true or not. "Brother Xiang Rong, go quickly."

No matter how hard it is to choose, before social and private interests, Xiang Rong still chooses the former. This is his duty and the mission entrusted to him by the state.

He nodded firmly to Yan Qing, said "OK", and then replied to the receiver: "Understood Captain Li, I'll go over right away."

Hearing this sentence, Yan Qing smiled relievedly.

Xiang Rong didn't stay for a moment. He put on his shoes and was about to set off. Before he left, he looked at the meat and vegetables in the pot and asked, "Eat more and grow more meat, or the nutrition will not keep up."

This is what he told Yan Qing when Yan Qing went to the fire station to find him for the first time, and now it is used again.

"Okay." Yan Qing reluctantly agreed.

As soon as the iron gate opened, Xiang Rong walked out of the garden and waved his hand to say goodbye.

Yan Qing stood under the eaves, did not speak, and waved his hands dully, but when he saw Xiang Rong's back was about to disappear from the back garden, his legs seemed to tremble uncontrollably.

He was scared, and he didn't know what he was afraid of.

The night was like ink, and he was cut in half by lightning.

Just let Xiang Rong leave like this, Yan Qing was not reconciled.

He picked up an umbrella casually, and chased him out without putting on his shoes.

"Brother Xiang Rong, I'll see you off."

The wind outside was too strong, and the rain was like a whip. Yan Qing staggered two steps and almost fell.

Xiang Rong turned his head when he heard the sound, and hurriedly said: "You are wearing such thin clothes, you will catch a cold, go in quickly!"

"I, I'll see you off." Yan Qing was out of breath, and raised the umbrella over Xiang Rong's head.

"What are you sending me for? It's not the first time I've taken this road," Xiang Rong said, "Be obedient, go back quickly!"

In the past, Yan Qing would have listened to Xiang Rong's words, but tonight he insisted: "It's okay, I won't catch a cold, I'll walk with you for a while, just for a while."

Xiang Rong couldn't resist him, so he untied his coat, put it on Yan Qing's back, grabbed the umbrella and walked forward.

Yan Qing behaved uncharacteristically tonight, which made him feel uneasy.

This section of road is not close, nor is it far. Xiang Rong urged him several times along the way, but Yan Qing just refused to leave.

Finally, at the entrance of the alley after turning two blocks, Xiang Rong stopped under a sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

The tree has not yet blossomed, but there are bursts of cinnamon in the rain.

"Yan Qing, the main road is ahead. It's an emergency. I'm going to take a taxi there. You can send it here."

Xiang Rong said this sentence in a commanding tone. Yan Qing looked at his serious expression and wanted to take two steps forward, but was stopped by Xiang Rong.

"Brother Xiang Rong, I'll accompany you for a few more steps, and I'll go back as soon as you get in the car."

"No need Yan Qing, the rain is so heavy, it's not safe outside, you've gone far enough, it's time to go back."

Yan Qing still wanted to speak, but Xiang Rong continued: "Go to bed early tonight, and I'll be back when I wake up."

The raindrops fell on the ground like knives. Fortunately, the umbrella on Yan Qing's head was tilted, and Xiang Rong's shoulders were half wet.

The entrance of the alley was pitch black, and there were only two lights in Xiang Rong's eyes.

Yan Qing opened his mouth halfway, and asked after a pause, "You will come back safely, right?"

"I will," Xiang Rong said, "I assure you, I will be home early tomorrow morning, maybe I can catch the sunrise."

"Okay, you are not allowed to lie," Yan Qing's voice trembled, "Then I will wait for you at home."

Yan Qing handed the coat to Xiang Rong, but Xiang Rong wanted Yan Qing to wear it back, but Yan Qing insisted on stuffing the coat into his arms.

In vain, Xiang Rong returned the umbrella to Yan Qing, which was an exchange of one thing for another.

Time didn't last long, Xiang Rong rubbed Yan Qing's head, turned around and was about to start.

The moment he turned around, his hand was suddenly held by another hand in the rain. It was dense and smooth, but it seemed to have lost its temperature.

Startled, Xiang Rong turned his head in astonishment, looked at Yan Qing and squeezed his hand tightly.

At some point, Yan Qing had a few teardrops on his face.

Xiang Rong felt uncomfortable, raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and said softly, "Why are you crying?"

"No, no crying, it's rain." Yan Qing choked up and said, the hand that usually draws was shaking in the rain.

Xiang Rong held Yan Qing's trembling hand with the other hand, helped him to cover the heat briefly, and asked worriedly, "Are you reluctant to part with me?"

In an instant, the tightly held heart was soaked by the rain, festering and rotten.

The tears couldn't be stopped, falling wantonly like out of control.

Yan Qing pursed his lips and said in a trembling voice while weeping, "Can you come back sooner?"

Xiang Rong's heart was like battered dough, and he nodded solemnly: "As soon as the flood is under control over there, I will come back immediately."

"As early as you can, don't stay there for one more minute." Yan Qing said very aggrieved.

"Definitely!" Xiang Rong continued to comfort, "If you miss me, just call me, okay?"

Yan Qing nodded slightly.

"Little cat is the best, you should think about it at night, what should you do for the next three months," Xiang Rong wiped away the tears on Yan Qing's face, and the phone rang again, "Captain Li is urging me again, I have to hurry over there."

Except for the suppressed crying, Yan Qing did not respond. The flood not only destroyed Lucheng, but also ravaged his helpless heart.

But he gradually let go of Xiang Rong's hand, and seemed to finally accept the fact that Xiang Rong had to leave.

Xiang Rong picked up the phone, said goodbye to Yan Qing, and ran towards the distance.

When he was about to enter the main road, he looked back again.

Yan Qing was still standing under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, did not leave, held an umbrella in his hand, his thin figure seemed to be blown down by the strong wind at the entrance of the alley, the sweet-scented osmanthus tree was especially tall, making him appear fragile and small.

"Go back!" Xiang Rong shouted, "See you tomorrow!"

After finishing speaking, he saw Yan Qing wave his hand vigorously, and he felt at ease. He turned left and left the alley of Wencheng Road.

And Yan Qing also disappeared from his field of vision.

The rain was too heavy, and the fire in my heart was extinguished.

The author has something to say:

Ugh.