Fire fighting

Xiang Rong has changed.

He turned back to that indifferent young man, always unsmiling and aloof from others.

Among the crowd playing football on the green field, he was no longer to be found.

Days go round and round, training, duty, police, rest...

Xiang Rong asked Li Cheng to take back the previously approved three-month vacation, but Li Cheng first refused, but Xiang Rong insisted on returning the leave slip to him, so Li Cheng could only put it on hold for now.

After all, Xiang Rong sent away his parents, sister, and now his lover. Li Cheng thought that he was physically and mentally frustrated, and that his collapse would only happen sooner or later.

However, this is not the case. Not only did Xiang Rong not withdraw from the front line as before, but he became more courageous as he fought.

He is always the first to rush in the field of fire, and he is always the first to swim in the flood.

He seemed to be fearless, even if he died in the rescue process, it became something he didn't care about at all.

He wanted to keep himself busy, so busy that he didn't have time to think about it.

When his colleagues talked with him, they all avoided that period of time and the people who were buried in the years.

No matter what the topic, Xiang Rong didn't respond very much, and he couldn't say a word if he could answer with one word.

In his dictionary, the word Yan Qing seems to have disappeared.

But Jiang Ce knew that Xiang Rong just didn't mention it, but every time he heard the alarm and put down his phone in a panic, Jiang Ce could catch a glimpse of the WeChat chat box on the screen, and the other party was called the only closed disciple of Van Gogh.

It turned out that Xiang Rong didn't talk to others, but told Yan Qing everything.

He would take photos of the lunch in the cafeteria and the stray cats on the street. He would talk about the recent weather and news about what happened in Lucheng.

Although he did not receive a reply, he did so every day without interruption.

He rummaged through the previous chat records, and almost memorized them backwards. The information that was fixed in a frame made people return to that spring in a trance.

Looking at every sentence of the conversation between you and me, he seemed to fall in love with Yan Qing again.

Yan Qing's circle of friends was only visible for a month, and as time went by, he could no longer see anything.

When he couldn't see his, Xiang Rong went to see his own. Every night before going to sleep, he would click on that group photo. He still remembered the joy when he edited this circle of friends, and the anxiety when Yan Qing found out.

At that time, he didn't know what copy to write, so he wrote down the words Van Gogh and Messi.

But the whole world knows that Van Gogh is no longer there.

Next to the national flag at the entrance of the administrative building, there is a group photo, which Li Cheng asked Yan Qing to draw at the exhibition.

The picture was so lifelike that it had been hung in the hall for nearly half a year. After being exposed to the wind and the sun, the paper was oxidized and turned yellow, as if time had deliberately erased some traces.

Finally one day, Li Cheng ordered someone to take him down.

After Xiang Rong learned about this, he asked for instructions for a long time, hoping to hang up the painting again, but the old painting was really unattractive, and the negotiation failed. He took the painting back to the dormitory and put it in a storage box.

Over time, the name Yan Qing became more and more unfamiliar in the fire station, and was gradually erased from people's memories.

Late one night, Xiang Rong couldn't sleep because of tossing and turning, so he opened Xianyu on his mobile phone.

As an apprentice of Macy, he anonymously bought countless works of Van Gogh's disciples.

But when he opened it again, a dazzling message popped up:

The other party's account has been automatically logged out by the system because it has not logged in for a long time.

Xiang Rong panicked, and kept searching on Baidu how to recover his account, but he forgot that it belonged to Yan Qing, and he couldn't do anything.

There is no such shop in the world as the only closed disciple of Van Gogh.

At that moment, he realized that the traces left by Yan Qing in this world were slowly disappearing.

He desperately tried to persuade him to stay, he wanted the fire station to hang Yan Qing's painting, and he wanted Xianyu to keep Yan Qing's account.

But the result will not change because of his wishes.

After all, Yan Qing is not Van Gogh, no one will remember him.

Not only that, Lucheng also announced this year that Wencheng's old house will be rebuilt.

The city government seems to have finally remembered this dilapidated area, and soon distributed demolition compensation to residents.

The subsidy is generous, and if it is used to fight cancer, it will definitely take the most expensive course of treatment and use the best targeted drug.

The day before the start of construction, Xiang Rong came to Yan Qing's house again.

There are sunflowers all over the yard, the height of the calf, one after another, there is no place to stand.

Because Xiang Rong came here often, there was no dust on the tombstone.

The osmanthus tree outside the door grew towards the inside, and the branches just formed a green shade. Xiang Rong sat in it and talked.

"I won't be able to see you in the future," he carefully placed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake he brought in front of the monument. "I have been looking for property to apply for moving you to the cemetery, but they said I am not qualified. After you leave, I will not even your lover This identity is not recognized by them."

Looking up is the shade of osmanthus, and looking down is the sunflower. Sitting between the sky and the earth, time slows down.

"I asked them where would you go? They said that those who couldn't find relatives would be dealt with centrally. I gave them a lot of money in private, and they promised me that they would send you away in a flower bed burial. You like sunflowers the most. In the future Where you live there will be a field of sunflowers, more than this yard, and someone will take good care of them."

His tone was low, as if he was complaining that he couldn't protect Yan Qing's last paradise.

"I'm sorry, Yan Qing, the reason why I agreed to this plan is because I found that you are getting farther and farther away from me. You are too heartless and don't leave me with a single thought. I don't want you to disappear, I don't want you Forgotten, I want you to leave something in this world."

The sunflowers in the yard are full of fragrance, and none of them can bloom into Xiang Rong's heart. The sunflowers only bloom once, and then they wither forever.

"But don't worry, I also applied for a flower bed burial at the fire station. If there is an accident during my rescue one day, I mean, if I do, I will bloom together somewhere in Lucheng like you."

That day, he sat in the garden for a whole day, talking to himself for as long as he sat.

Soon, Wencheng's old house was rebuilt. Xiang Rong didn't know where Yan Qing's ashes were taken, but he knew that every sunflower that bloomed in Lucheng from now on would have Yan Qing's shadow.

Another year has passed in a flash, time flies like an arrow.

Xiang Rong made three third-class merits and three second-class merits, saved countless lives, and won awards and pennants piled up like a mountain.

But he remained indifferent, and his longing was like a bottomless pit, sucking all his emotions away.

April was rainy and rainy, just in time for the commendation meeting. Xiang Rong, dressed in a blue formal attire and holding a bouquet of flowers, was standing on the stage with a lot of attention, accepting the promotion and award.He stood out from the crowd and became the new squad leader of the Yanjiang Fire Squadron at a young age.

This is the honor that Xiang Rong exchanged for his daring spirit in every rescue operation.

At the end of the meeting, the security guard Lao Yang came to the office, first cupped his fists to congratulate him, then gave him something and left.

It was a brown paper bag with a letter inside, and the envelope was printed with bright stars, and the posting address was from the Yanshan Observatory.

Xiang Rong was in a fog, and he didn't realize it until it was completely disassembled.

The subject of the letter is "Through Time".

On this day last year, at the top of Yanshan Mountain, Yan Qing participated in this activity at the observatory. The staff said that they could help keep the letters and send them out according to the stipulated time.

Xiang Rong couldn't believe his eyes, he never thought that he would receive a gift from Yan Qing a year later.

What shocked him the most was that the pages of the letter paper were exactly the same as those of the notepad.

His brain flashed back in an instant, and he suddenly remembered that the last two pages of the wish book given to Yan Qing were torn out.

But at this moment, the jagged edge of the letter actually matched the book completely.

It appears that the last two sheets are here.

Xiang Rong couldn't wait to open the letter, and what caught his eyes were rows of elegant handwriting.

"Brother Xiang Rong:

I don't know what time you received this letter, so first I wish you good morning, good noon, good afternoon, and good evening!

After thinking about it for a long time, I don’t know what to write. The prompt said that I can write dreams, nostalgia, youth, I can greet my parents, care about my friends, and I can also examine myself. In short, the theme is to complete a dialogue between the past and the future.

I actually want to write to us in the future, but I know I have no future.

So this letter, I want to write to you.

When I first met you on Wuli Street, you gave me a feeling of rejection. At that time, I deliberately teased you, but I didn’t expect you to be fooled. You thought I was a nurse and I really didn’t want to live anymore, so Take me to fulfill all kinds of wishes. I know you have a cold face and a warm heart, and I am also stubborn, so I just wanted to warm you up, but I didn't expect it to be successful.

I think you must be a responsible person. To Xiang Xin, you are a competent elder brother. To Jiang Ce, you are a qualified comrade in arms. To the citizens of Lucheng, you are a great hero. To me, you are...

It's a dumb puppy!

I found that you were serious when you put on the rescue suit, but you were naive and silly when you took it off. You were serious and serious to others at work, but you were rude to me when you were free, just like every time you peeked at me, your face turned red like the sun Still refused to admit it.

You have thousands of faces, every face of you is cute, I am secretly tempted, but fortunately you confessed your love first in the morning, if you don't take the initiative, I will attack.

It's just a mouthful, I won't attack, if you don't like me, I will hide this feeling in my heart, and let you understand when you receive the letter.

In fact, I want to tell you that the night at the Shenjiang Bridge was really beautiful. The sweet-scented osmanthus cake you made was more delicious than the ones outside. Go-karts are very exciting, and shooting guns is also very interesting. Every minute and every second spent with you, I Feel happy doubled.

Especially today, when I took the cable car with you, it felt like there were only two of us left in the world; bungee jumping was also very fun, although I was very scared, but as long as I hugged you, my fear seemed to be reduced by half; After climbing five thousand steps, he drank a whole bottle of water without saying a word.

Walking through spring and summer with you, I realized that Lucheng has the fragrance of flowers.

If I remember correctly, let’s watch the meteor shower together tonight. I caught a glimpse of the meteor shower report on your mobile phone during dinner last night, but you were so engrossed in watching it that I saw it too, people from the fire station He told me everything, and he said that they will help you simulate the trajectory of the meteor shower with searchlights.Brother Xiang Rong, thank you. Regardless of whether what I saw tonight is true or not, I will make a pious wish. I hope you can come back safely every time you go to the police. Although it is your responsibility to save people, I still Selfishly begging you to take your own life more seriously.

Water and fire are ruthless, I will ask God to bless you.

I don't know how long I can live, maybe tomorrow, maybe a few more years, anyway, when you receive this letter, if I'm still alive, don't read it in front of my face, I will be very embarrassed .But if I have already left, seeing the writing is like meeting each other. I think my writing is not ugly, so you are not at a loss!

The planetarium event was originally said to be mailed in five years, but I won't let this letter sit here for too long. It's been a long time, in case you have walked out and this letter reminds you of the past thing, I will blame myself.

So, the main purpose of my writing this letter is to make you feel better.

In Mayfly's eyes, a pool of water is the ocean of its life, life and death, life and death, and everything it sees is the end of the world, but it treats it like nothing, and still enjoys it to its fullest.

In the eyes of Han Chan, a willow is the place where it lives. It doesn't know the dark days, it doesn't think about spring and autumn, and a midsummer is the whole of life, but it ignores it and still sings loudly.

In the eyes of the planet, everything in the world is outside of it, the sun and the moon walk together, immortal, it is in the boundless absolute darkness, gliding on the orbit for hundreds of millions of years, and maybe occasionally lonely.

Although life is closely related to the time scale, its meaning does not change due to the length of time. In my eyes, being able to satisfy these desires to write down is already a precious wealth in my empty life.

Growth is to learn to choose in the wrong way, and learn to let go in the farewell. If you feel sad at the moment, you might as well think about the withered osmanthus trees every year. They are still standing there, waiting for the flowers to bloom in the coming year.

Brother Xiang Rong, don't be sad because of my departure, but be happy because I lived a wonderful life, so that my departure will be meaningful.

At the beginning, I couldn't write with a pen, but now I write a lot. Seeing that there is not enough letter paper, I have to collect some emotions.

You promised me that I would help me realize all the wishes in the wish book. You must not break your promise. Whether I am by your side or not, you have to complete it. This letter is torn from the last two pages of the wish book. Logically speaking, you have to help fulfill the wish written on this letter paper.

By the time you receive this letter, you should be older and maybe promoted. I don’t know how you’ve been doing recently, whether it’s early or late, whether it’s cold or hot, but I know that the sunflowers in Yanshan are in full bloom. Now, you have to go and see for yourself. The Shenjiang Bridge has also been repaired. You have to go for a walk. I can only accompany you here, but the beautiful flowers and clear water are still there. You have to move forward. Look, go forward and don't look back.

I will turn into the spring breeze and autumn rain, and will always be by your side, witnessing that you are bright and bright, witnessing that you are full of guests and cloaked in glory, witnessing that you have grown from youth to middle age, from the prime of life to maturity and stability, and witnessing you The fortitude and unyielding appearance, as well as the tenderness and consideration in the heart, witness the brotherhood between you and your comrades-in-arms, and the mutual affection and love with the newly-acquainted admirers.

And I will also feel sincere joy for your boundless future.

This time I really have to stop writing, I am leaving, you should be happy in the days to come, be happy on sunny days, and be happy on cloudy days.

The last wish is that you can live well.

and forget about me.

Yan Qing. "

Tears kept rolling, and Xiang Rong deliberately held the letter far away, for fear of getting wet with tears.

The bitterness spread from his nasal cavity to his heart, and he insisted on not letting the tears fall.

He couldn't tell how he felt after reading it, he seemed to be relieved, but he didn't seem to have any. He understood the reason, but his thoughts didn't give him any room for reason.

It turned out that Yan Qing knew that there would be a meteor shower that night.

It turned out that that night, Yan Qing also knew that the meteor shower was fake.

It turned out that Yan Qingxu's wish that night was to hope that he would go to the police safely.

But what he promised was to hope that Yan Qing's wishes would come true.

Xiang Rong's mind was like a tangled yarn. He was so obsessed with that night that he never doubted that the searchlight was not a meteor shower after all, so how could his wish come true?

The wind was blowing again outside the window, and the cicadas were no longer noisy. Xiang Rong looked at his shallow shadow in the glass, and his left chest was covered with meritorious medals. These things were never what he wanted.

He raised his head and looked towards the gloomy sky.

"Yan Qing, I saved two more children a few days ago and made great contributions. Now I'm promoted to monitor," he choked up and said, "Can you reward me for dreaming of you tonight?"

The tears still couldn't be held back, and they fell silently in the silent world.

"Yan Qing, is it okay?" He repeated humbly, "I only want this reward..."

The thick clouds dispersed, and streamers of light poured into the office, illuminating his meritorious deeds brilliantly.

But his wish was still in vain, thinking day by day and dreaming at night, it didn't work for him.

He didn't know why, maybe Yan Qing really wanted to forget him.

After that, Xiang Rong took two days off.

He took a pair of kitten and puppy dolls and played in Lucheng for two days.

Walking from Wuli Street to Wencheng Road, from the edge of the turret to Golden Beach, he went to the playground alone, went to Lucheng Middle School, walked the newly opened Shenjiang Bridge, and took the Yanshan cable car again .

He didn't understand the truth in those letters, and he didn't want to understand. He only knew that the sunflowers in the ten thousand mu field were blooming.

Yan Qing, the sunflowers are blooming.

Yan Qing, did you see it?

After returning to the fire station again, Xiang Rong seemed relieved.

From then on, he started to laugh, and hooked up with his comrades, studying and training together.

Someone asked him to eat, and he agreed without saying a word. Someone asked him to play football, and he could happily play all afternoon.

Colleagues are very happy, their squad leader, who has been sluggish, has finally come out from the shadow of the past and returned to a normal life.

Even Li Cheng became more and more relieved: "Xiang Rong has come out."

Xiang Rong takes great care of the members of his class, does everything by himself, and often makes sweet-scented osmanthus cakes for them, which makes the members of other classes in the squadron very envious.

During training, Xiang Rong will arrange tug-of-war competitions between classes. On rest days, Xiang Rong will also organize everyone to go outside for wild training. The days go by day after day. The fire station is always laughing and laughing except when the police are highly nervous.

Jiang Ce saw everything in his eyes. The happier he looked at Xiang Rong, the more melancholy he felt.

Before going to bed at night, he watched Xiang Rong walk out of the bathroom after taking a shower, and squinted at the long scar on his waist, and tentatively said, "Brother Rong, you've been doing well recently."

"It's okay," Xiang Rong wiped the water off his body with a towel, "what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, just ask," Jiang Ce said, "It's been a long time since you scolded me."

Xiang Rong smiled: "You just owe the scolding."

Jiang Ce also smiled: "I have a question for you."

Xiang Rong folded the towel and looked at him in surprise: "Tell me."

Jiang Ce coughed lightly, then said after a pause, "Are you really happy?"

Xiang Rong was in a daze for a moment, and said blankly: "Of course, is there any fake?"

Jiang Ce sighed: "Are you really happy, or are you fulfilling Yan Qing's last wish to let you live happily?"

Xiang Rong froze, but luckily the lights in the room were turned off.

He turned his back, got on the bed, and said lightly: "I'm really happy."

Jiang Ce looked at his back in the darkness, speechless.

Day and night rotate, seasons alternate, and time passes by in a hurry.

Lucheng's fire protection has always protected this land, and no disaster can defeat the people living here.

Where there are firefighters, you can see Xiang Rong's figure. He carried women and children in collapsed houses, picked up children in the rushing river, rescued people trapped in elevators, and searched for the lost homes of those who called the police. Cats range from major natural disasters to minor life difficulties. It seems that when people encounter difficulties, they will call 119 like a child, and Xiang Rong will choose to call the police regardless of his own safety.

The crowd loves him, the townspeople love him, he always has a smile on his face and seems to get along with everyone.

Sometimes looking at a smile for a long time seems like a helpless tiredness.

Day after day, year after year.

The voice and appearance of the dead have not changed, and the people who are running around never stop.

The world is business as usual.

It's just that in the past three years, Lucheng hasn't had a spring.