Fire fighting

Xiang Rong left.

It was he who let him go.

Yan Qing stood under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the rain, his eyes lost sight.

It's night, and it's night.

It was night when those people in the ward left, and it was also night when the grandmother in the next bed left.

Now it's finally my turn.

Every time it rains, the bone feels like a needle prick, Yan Qing knows that the gloomy weather is the most likely time to fall ill.

He also remembered that the doctor said that the next time he fell ill, he would not need to go to the hospital.

So when he checked the weather forecast a few days ago and said that it would rain tonight, he had already planned his own death.

Sure enough, after rushing home from the supermarket in the afternoon, he was urged by Xiang Rong to take a bath, and he stayed in the bathroom for more than half an hour, during which only he knew about the illness.

From the right humerus to the left thigh, every inch of the muscles and bones in the body were suffering, as if being whipped and chopped.

In addition to the bone pain, the cancer cells had already metastasized to the lung cavity. He vomited blood, became dizzy, his eyes were dark, and his nose and mouth were filled with the smell of blood.

Thanks to taking two Qu/Ma/Duo painkillers as soon as he got home, the pain gradually subsided, but the medicine seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, and he could still feel the lingering pain.

He gritted his teeth, took a brief shower, wiped off the blood, pretended to be okay, and then walked out of the bathroom.

But he knew that he couldn't make it through the night, and he asked Xiang Rong about his future plans, and those days that he couldn't see with his own eyes, were all turned into the best wishes in his imagination in a bland question.

It turned out that Xiang Rong still had so many choices, and he felt relieved when he heard this.

But Xiang Rong still has to leave.

He wanted to see Xiang Rong one more time, just one more time.

He didn't know if he could last until Xiang Rong came back.

Seeing Xiang Rong disappearing at the end of the alley, my disturbed heart suddenly relaxed.

No more pretending to be safe.

A few red flowers bloomed on the new white clothes, and the paint came from the nasal cavity.

He wiped his nose, blood was all over his arm.

After standing there for a long time, Yan Qing reluctantly turned around.

The wind is like the world owes it money, blowing the handle of the umbrella swaying wildly, and the bay leaf slanted into the umbrella, staying on the shoulder for a moment, and returning to the pond in the alley.

It's time to go home, the home that only belongs to me from beginning to end.

Tick-tock along the way, there is rain and blood.

Can't tell what it feels like, Yan Qing only feels a stuffy throat, and it doesn't count as comfort or disappointment.

Only pain, the pain after the painkillers wear off.

But the most painful thing is the heart.

Without Xiang Rong's help to hold the umbrella, the umbrella is not stable, and Yan Qing has to rest for a while after taking two steps. Why is the journey back this time longer than when he came here?

He dragged his body back to the garden, threw the umbrella away, hugged his legs and shrank to the corner, sweating profusely.

The pain became more and more intense, and my body was almost exhausted.

Xiang Rong said that you need to eat more to be healthy.

Only in this way can he have the energy to wait until Xiang Rong returns home.

Enduring the pain, Yan Qing leaned on the sofa and walked to the table. The meat and vegetables in the bowl had already lost their heat.

He picked up the chopsticks with difficulty, bowed his head, stuffed meat into his mouth continuously, and spit out every mouthful. His body mechanism made him resist food instinctively, but the hopeful candlelight forced his desire to swallow.

A mouthful of blood poured out of his mouth, staining the bowls and chopsticks. There was another pair beside him, but he wanted to keep it for Xiang Rong. If he came home in the middle of the night, he must be very hungry.

The light bulb above his head split into two, and there was a double image of the dish in front of him. Yan Qing got up, rushed to the bedroom unsteadily, and poured a few more painkillers into his mouth. on the ground.

In an instant, there was lightning and thunder, and the gates in the house tripped. The darkness swallowed up the light of the rainy night and swept the entire house.

Yan Qing trembled, he was afraid of the dark, but now he was even more afraid of death.

He had never been so afraid.

He wanted to see Xiang Rong again, as long as he saw him, he would have no regrets.

This time the pain was deeper than in the past, and the amount of bleeding was greater than before. He didn't call the emergency number. He knew that the disease was terminal and the doctor couldn't help him.

He had lived in the hospital long enough, and he didn't want to go back to that cold room again.

His limp arms touched three things from the head of the bed.

One is a mobile phone, and the other two are dolls of puppies and cats.

He hugged the doll in his arms and crawled out hard.

The place where he crawled was stained with blood.

Finally, he pushed open the french door with his hands, climbed out of the house, and lay down under the eaves.

Looking up at the sky, occasionally there will be two flashes of purple lightning, looking at the eaves, there are two sunny dolls who are warm and dependent.

Yan Qing smiled slightly, at least dolls and dolls are in pairs.

As the howling wind blew, he gasped heavily, his jaw was already stained red with blood, and the skirt of his clothes was covered with osmanthus.

He tremblingly picked up the phone, the screen was flickering with light, opened the chat box with Xiang Rong, and hung his finger on the voice call button.

He really wanted to press it, really wanted to.

After hesitating for a long time, he withdrew his hand. Xiang Rong was saving someone at the moment, and hitting him would distract him, and his life might be in danger.

But he wanted to say something, or keep something, his body was getting lighter with the gushing of blood, and he could clearly feel the passage of time.

In the end, Yan Qingqing opened the dialog box to chat with himself.

He wanted to make his voice sound better. He cleared his throat, and every light cough made his chest hurt.

"Brother Xiang Rong, when you hear this, I may not be here anymore.

"Life is alive, we see each other, and we lose each other. Whenever I hang up the video call with you, or see the back of you leaving my house at night, I feel sad. This disease is a bit naughty, and it doesn't follow the routine. Just because there are too many uncertainties, every time we part, I am ready to never see you again.

"I didn't expect this day to come so soon."

Gale winked, and stopped blowing into the garden.

"I am very happy that you chose to go to the police tonight. Don't be sad or regret it. You are a firefighter. It is not only your honor but also my pride to save so many people in Lucheng. Don't forget your Responsibility, you are a hero admired by the people and my most admired lover. I have long wanted to understand this.

"On the day you returned to the team, you stood on the high platform and gave an impassioned speech. You were sunny and seemed to be so high-spirited forever. You said a word at that time, and I knew I was right. You said that the Chinese Fire Department needs The whole is Haiyan Heqing's prosperous age and a thriving tomorrow.

"Haiyan and Heqing are thriving. I know that you put these two idioms on purpose because our names are in them."

He turned his head sideways, dipped his index finger in the blood on his clothes, and wrote these eight characters on the ground, one horizontal, one vertical, one stroke.

"Brother Xiang Rong, can you help me with one last thing?

"In the morning, I took advantage of my last strength to dig a soil pit in the garden. I told you that it was for planting flowers. In fact, I am not just for planting flowers. When I die, can you bury me? In that pit, it should be buried shallower, if it is too deep, it will be dark, I am afraid.

"I'm sorry, I didn't ask you to help me when I shoveled the soil, because I heard that digging a grave is a bad thing, and I don't want you to get bad luck."

The dark clouds slowly dissipated, and the rain decreased. A few drops accidentally splashed in the eyes, but it didn't hurt, it's better to be sour than bitter.

Blood bubbles came out of his throat, and Yan Qing would wipe them off at first, at least when people found out, it wasn't so ugly, and then he didn't care about it, and let the heart-piercing pain scratch his whole body, after all, the painkillers were no longer effective up.

He would still chuckle lightly, as if the pain was extreme, and it didn't hurt that much.

"These 18 years have passed so quickly, it feels like it hasn't been long, and suddenly it's time to leave. I have actually thought about the scene of this day many times, and it seems to be not too different from now. I used to live in a muddle. Treating diseases is just painting. I often wonder if everyone is so boring, and life seems meaningless.

"But I met you. The most regrettable decision I have ever made in my life was when I chose to save the puppy in the fire in the turret three months ago, and then I met you. Those my far-fetched wishes, no Thinking that someone will really help me realize it one by one, the days spent with you are the most meaningful time in my boring youth. Thank you for allowing me to experience real happiness in the last few months.

"I am not afraid of pain from injections, and I am not afraid of death from surgery. Others say that I am young and fearless, and do not understand the value of life. Only I know that I have nothing, so I am not afraid of losing anything. I have undergone so many chemotherapy treatments. Countless notifications of critical illness, countless times of going to hell, I have never been afraid, until I met you, I started to panic, I was suddenly scared to death, I want to live, try to live.

"But firefighters, a profession that often deals with death, made me suddenly understand a truth. Although I am afraid of death, I am also afraid that my life will not be brilliant enough. Choosing a brilliant life has nothing to do with the length of life.

"Grandma Jiang in the next bed told me, don't be afraid that flowers will wither, at least they have been in full bloom. Brother Xiang Rong, I am honored that you have witnessed my blooming on the last page of my life. You let me Brilliant once in the remaining time."

A ray of moonlight leaked from the clouds, and its appearance told the world that this mischievous cloud and rain were driven away by the starry sky.

"Brother Xiang Rong, I'm a little too talkative, so don't dislike me." Yan Qing looked at Fan Xing and paused every word, "It is said in the movie that we can reach the stars after we die, and leaving this world is nothing more than stepping on the road to the stars." The road ahead. I will turn into a shining morning star, and bless you with a smooth road ahead and light in all directions."

"I love you, please forget about me."

After that, he let out a long sigh, put down his phone, and hugged the two dolls in his arms.

This kind of touch is like hugging the firefighter, which breeds a little unremarkable sense of security.

Fortunately, Xiang Rong had the foresight to replace all the peeling wires.

Only in this way can you lie here carefree and enjoy the beautiful night sky.

The sky is clear, and Xiang Rong should be safe.

He breathed a sigh of relief, his death was a foregone conclusion, compared to him, he was still more concerned about Xiang Rong's safety.

Look up at the northern and southern merchants, close your eyes and listen to the dawn wind and the moon.

He still had a lot to say, but it was too late.

Yan Qing muttered to himself, and said something that he dared not let others hear.

"Mom and Dad, I'm leaving. I can't leave a light for you tonight." The night was cold, but he didn't have the strength to shake, "I really hope to see you again. It's okay if you don't want to come to see me while I'm alive." , Then after I die, can you come to see me in front of the tomb, I am very good at drawing, and won the first prize in the competition, which is very impressive."

He smiled feebly and took a breath: "Bring me some offerings, don't put coriander, I won't eat it."

The sky turned from dark green to azure blue, and then slowly began to turn white.

Fortunately, I changed into new clothes last night, so even if I leave, I have nothing to worry about.

In the long and lonely night, Yan Qing opened his mouth lightly and sang a song.

A cheerful song, the voice is hoarse, it stops and appears, if there is nothing.

I don't know how long I sang, but the phone shows June 6, 3:5.

Summer dawns earlier than ever, and the pain seems to slowly fade away with the approaching dawn.

The doll in his arms rolled off his body, and Yan Qing couldn't hold it anymore.

In the east, a ray of morning light rises from the sea, dyeing half of the sky golden, and countless rays of light reflect on the clouds, awakening the new Lucheng after the flood.

It turns out that the sunrise is so shocking.

"I finally saw the sunrise..."

Yan Qing smiled gratifiedly, the strength to hold on was dissipated by the wind, and the smile on his face gradually froze.

"Brother Xiang Rong, have you seen..."

In the early morning, all the islanders had gone ashore and were stationed nearby under the arrangement of the government, waiting for the tide to recede on Jiangzhong Islet to rebuild their homes.

The disaster situation is an order. There are not only firefighters, but also armed police officers and soldiers, and even the police and army have come to fight the flood.The flood came suddenly. Fortunately, all departments responded quickly enough, acted quickly, and cooperated in an orderly manner. Although property losses in the affected areas were serious, no one was injured or injured.

The golden wheel climbed up from the sea and the sky, and the people in the disaster area saw the rising sun, as if they saw the hope of new life.

Reporters from major media companies gathered here to report this exciting news: the floods last night, the people united as one, overcame the difficulties together, and achieved a great miracle with no casualties.

After arranging all the personnel, Xiang Rong was exhausted and out of breath, and his rescue suit was soaked by the river water and changed its color.

He looked at the rising sun, felt a sense of loss in his heart, and promised to watch the sunrise, but he still broke his promise.

Suddenly, his right eye jumped twice.

This is a bad omen, he felt uneasy for a while, and said to himself: "Superstition, it's all superstition."

But when he suddenly thought of Yan Qing's behavior last night, he always felt that something was wrong.

He didn't dare to think about it again. After ensuring that the firefighters could evacuate, he reported the news of leaving to Li Cheng as soon as possible.

Take a taxi all the way to Wencheng's old house, and run inward along the alley.

The sky is clear today, and there are many people on Wencheng Road, which has always been quiet. Every household is talking about the flood. When it comes to zero casualties, no one is unhappy.

Birds chirped on the telegraph poles, Tang poems were read aloud from the nearby elementary school, and a beautiful day began. Everyone in Lucheng was laughing. Some people said that China’s speed should not be underestimated, and some said that today is worth recording in history.

Xiang Rong didn't care to listen, his legs were running in the wind, the shadows disturbed the osmanthus trees we parted from last night, and the shoe prints were left in the ooze after the sewage evaporated.

He ran so that his chest hurt, but he didn't stop for half a second. He wished so much to push open the iron gate. The child was still standing in the yard, perhaps cleaning the stagnant water, or drying the sheets. He turned his head slowly after hearing the sound With a smile, he said to himself in a gentle voice, "Brother Xiang Rong, good morning".

But this is all fantasy.

He turned around the intersection and saw from a distance that the familiar yard was tied up with horizontal bars, the ambulance was parked outside the yard, people in white coats were coming and going, and some neighbors were watching.

This is the first time Xiang Rong stopped.

He walked over slowly and squeezed into the crowd. Seeing that he was covered in filth, those people hid aside one after another.

In the yard there is the smell of mud after the new rain. The two sunny dolls hanging on the beams of the house sway gently with the opening and closing of the door. There is a stretcher under it, and a person is lying on the stretcher, covered with a white cloth, motionless. .

That's not Yan Qing, definitely not...

Xiang Rong stepped into the hospital, but was stopped by the doctors, who asked him what his relationship was with the deceased. He didn't answer, but forced his way inside. No one could stop him, but they just shouted for him to respect the deceased.

The yard was bustling for a while, Wen Yi walked out of the house to check the situation, her eyes were red, it was obvious that she had just cried.

"Let him in."

The doctors didn't stop, Xiang Rong went straight to the courtyard: "Where's Yan Qing?"

"Let's go," Wen Yi said lightly, pointing to the stretcher, "I left at 5:36 in the morning."

gone……

What a harsh word.

For a moment, Xiang Rong seemed to be deaf, his chest hurt, and he couldn't speak.

Fake, all fake.

Yan Qing clearly said last night that he would wait for him to go home.

Today is the first day of the three-month holiday, how could Yan Qing leave?

Wen Yi walked down the steps, wiped her tears from the side of her head: "Where did you go last night?"

Xiang Rong also wanted to ask himself this question.

His eyes began to blur. Although he stood upright, he kept his head down, like a child who admitted his mistake.

Seeing his muddy rescue suit, Wen Yi already knew that he was going to fight the flood.

"Jiang Ce told me that Li Cheng called you to rescue people together," Wen Yi said, "I just don't understand, why didn't you choose to stay last night?"

yeah, why not stay...

Xiang Rong asked himself in his heart, tears formed a line.

"Yan Qing let you go," Wen Yi guessed right away, "Xiang Rong, do you know? I have been a nurse in the oncology department for so many years, and I have seen too many life and death. No patient is strong when he dies." , They are very helpless, and they are very eager for relatives and friends to be by their side. Although asking about your health cannot relieve the physical pain, at least it can soothe the fragile heart."

As she said that, Wen Yi's eyes turned red again: "Yan Qing has never been honest, and always likes to think for others, so he always talks ironically. He just didn't want to put you in a dilemma, so he let you go, but don't you know? Outside There was a lot of wind and rain, and he was still suffering from a serious illness. At the moment you hesitated, Yan Qing hoped that you would stay more than anyone else."

Xiang Rong's heart seemed to have experienced a major earthquake, and it was riddled with holes.

He didn't respond, but remembered the hand that suddenly caught him in the rain when he turned to leave last night.

Yan Qing just told him to leave, but all his actions were to persuade him to stay.

But he walked without hesitation, and walked resolutely.

An inextinguishable fire burned in my heart, burning my lungs to the point of exhaustion.

It turned out that he had already missed the last time with Yan Qing.

Or in other words, I have seen the last side, at the entrance of the dark alley, under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

It's just that at that moment, he didn't know.

Xiang Rong opened his mouth slowly, his lips and teeth trembling.

"Yan Qing clearly said last night...he said that those disaster victims need me more...that's why I..."

"I know you have a great responsibility, and time doesn't allow you to make a decision," Wen Yi sighed, "But you didn't make it clear that what the victims need is Lucheng Fire, and what Yan Qing needs is you, Xiang Rong. "

The turbulent regret came like a tide, and Xiang Rong couldn't control it anymore.

He, who has always been rational, was at a loss. Even if there was no wind, his body was still shaking violently.

Wen Yi didn't want to explain anymore, and took out a phone from her pocket: "This is Yan Qing's phone, he was afraid of disturbing your work, so he sent everything he wanted to say in his own dialog box, listen to it yourself Bar."

After finishing speaking, the doctor in the yard lifted the stretcher, and Xiang Rong wanted to rush forward: "Let me take one last look at him."

Wen Yi stopped him: "Xiang Rong! Yan Qing is covered in blood, don't look!"

"Let me take one last look at him!"

Xiang Rong grasped the white cloth, but did not open it suddenly.

He gently pulled down, revealing the flawless white face after being wiped clean by Wen Yi.

Yan Qing was lying there quietly, with a faint smile still on his face, just like when Xiang Rong first met Yan Qing on Wuli Long Street, that day coincided with the sea-like spring in March.

Tears continued, but Xiang Rong smiled contentedly. He lightly touched Yan Qing's side face with his hand soaked by the flood, and his hand hurt from the cold.

"Little lazy cat, you love to sleep the most," Xiang Rong controlled his voice from trembling, "Sleep peacefully, no one will wake you up this time."

The stretcher was lifted again and loaded into the ambulance.

Xiang Rong stood where he was, and saw the dried blood under the eaves at a glance.

There are eight small characters written there, which are beautiful and beautiful.

Hai'yan'he'qing', Xinxin'Xiang Rong'.

He clenched his teeth, almost bleeding out.

The deep crying was full of aggrieved, as if squeezed out of the throat.

There was no password on the phone, so he pointed the receiver to his ear and listened to each sentence of different lengths twice, each sentence was painful.

Especially the last sentence.

"I love you, please forget about me."

He staggered two steps, then fell to his knees, breaking down and shouting.

On that day in the hospital, Yan Qing asked him to remember himself, but now, Yan Qing made him forget.

How can I forget...

Xiang Rong clutched his heart, hoarse.

The pop-up news on the mobile phone told every inch of land in Lucheng that the people had overcome the natural disaster, and all the citizens were so happy that they almost wanted to beat the gongs and drums. Only in this courtyard, there were mournful cries.

And who would have known that this flood was not without casualties.

Wencheng Road was not the scene of the disaster, but some people did die in the flood.

The sunflower withered, before dawn.

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We can reach the stars after death, and leaving this world is just embarking on the road to the stars.From "Mystery of the Beloved Van Gogh Starry Sky", invaded and deleted.