Fire fighting

Yan Qing was awakened by the sun.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, subconsciously blocked the sunlight, touched the phone by the bedside, and checked the time: 11:30.

He was in a daze for two seconds, then kicked his legs off the bed and sat up instantly.

Why is it so late? !

He turned his head and saw the old man sitting on the bed and reading a book leisurely. The old man caught such a big movement from the corner of his eye and looked at him with a smile, as if to say, "Are you finally awake?"

"Grandma, good morning, oh no, good noon..." Yan Qing laughed a few times, his limbs were not idle, he put on a sweater and stepped into his trousers.

By the time I finished washing and dressing, it was already 11:50.

After bidding farewell to the old man in a panic, he grabbed the canvas bag and rushed out of the ward, muttering to himself: "If I knew it, I would have set the alarm clock. I thought it would be impossible to get up late when we meet at 12 o'clock... "

Since Yan Qing's surgery, the sleep time has become longer and longer, from the first 8 hours to 10 hours now, and sometimes even up to 12 hours.

After running for a few steps, he began to pant. He walked for a while and rested for a while, but he was anxious and looked at his phone from time to time. He was afraid that Xiang Rong would send a WeChat message to urge him, but it turned out that he was worrying too much.

The distance between the hospital and the fire station was not far. Yan Qing ran and stopped, and when he arrived, it was already 10 minutes overtime.

He saw Xiang Rong standing at the door of the fire station from a long distance. The firefighter did not wear the coat and shirt he had seen before, but a blue short-sleeved overalls with the words Yanjiang Squadron on the right chest. Thin, but very strong, the muscles on the arms are obvious, but not exaggerated. Even ordinary work clothes can't conceal the heroic spirit of the whole body.

Yan Qing trotted forward and waved his hands: "Brother Xiang Rong, I'm sorry, I'm late."

Xiang Rong was expressionless: "Did you delay because of something urgent?"

"No, no," Yan Qing scratched his face in embarrassment, "Yes, I got up late."

Xiang Rong didn't speak.

Yan Qing was even more embarrassed.

"It's fine," Xiang Rong said, "Come in."

Yan Qing followed behind him and walked into the compound.

The wind in March was still cold, Yan Qing shook his body, but the guide in short sleeves did not respond, he asked: "Brother Xiang Rong, aren't you cold?"

"I'm used to it." Xiang Rong said.

Yan Qing asked again: "Is it because of regular training?"

"Yes." Xiang Rong returned.

Looking into the yard, the gray and white five-story administrative building, neatly arranged fire trucks, and the overall interior of the station are similar to what Yan Qing saw in that official account, not much different.

Yan Qing asked curiously, "Brother Jiang Ce?"

Xiang Rong pointed to the playground: "It's training."

"Then you don't need to train?"

"Need not."

Just now he said that he trains frequently so he is not cold, and now he says that he does not need to train. This inconsistent statement made Yan Qing puzzled.

"But I saw you appeared in the previous rescue news. Brother Jiang Ce also said that the two of you are partners. He puts out the fire and you save people."

These words made Xiang Rong silent for a moment, and then said: "That was before."

Yan Qing let out a soft "Oh".

After a while, Xiang Rong added another sentence: "I am quitting the front line now, and I am a handyman."

Yan Qing seemed to understand but didn't understand, and didn't ask any more questions, presumably there must be a reason for Xiang Rong's choice to quit.

Perhaps the salary is not high, or it may be too dangerous.

"Have you eaten yet?" Xiang Rong turned around and asked.

Yan Qing shook his head, he walked in a hurry today and had no time to eat at all, his stomach had already started to protest.

"Go, let's go to the cafeteria first." Xiang Rong took a big step forward.

There are not many people on this road, and occasionally there will be a few people who say hello, and they all leave after saying "Xiang Rong, go to eat". .

The dining hall is not big, but there are many kinds of dishes. When Yan Qing was thinking about where to pay, Xiang Rong took out his meal card: "Use this."

The purpose of coming this time was to thank Xiang Rong, so how could he cheat him for a meal?Yan Qing quickly refused, took out his mobile phone, and opened the payment code: "No need, I'll just buy it myself."

"You can only swipe your meal card here." Xiang Rong told him bluntly.

"..." Yan Qing smiled helplessly, "Then I'll transfer the money to you."

The dishes were all chosen by Xiang Rong. He brought three dishes and one soup for himself, and also helped Yan Qing choose the same configuration.

Yan Qing looked at the table full of dishes and was amazed: "There are too many, I can't finish them."

"Eat more, grow more meat," Xiang Rong sat opposite him, picked up the chopsticks and started to gobble up: "You are so light, you can't keep up with the nutrition."

"It's okay, it's not very light." Yan Qing didn't think so.

Xiang Rong didn't even raise his eyes when eating: "The day the turret caught fire, I carried you up with one hand."

Yan Qing bowed his head in embarrassment, picked up a vegetable leaf, and ate quietly.

"It's time for the college entrance examination this year." Xiang Rong asked again.

Yan Qing nodded.

Xiang Rong said, "Then why don't you have to go to school?"

Yan Qing stopped holding the vegetables and was stunned for a moment: "I..."

He glanced up, and it seemed that Xiang Rong only had food in his eyes.

"I'm an art student, and I've passed the art test. I don't need a high professional culture score, so I spend all my time preparing for the competition."

He knew in his heart that this was just one of the small reasons, and he didn't want to talk about the other one.

Seeing that he didn't move his chopsticks anymore, Xiang Rong said in a flat tone: "I'm under a lot of pressure, I can't even eat."

Yan Qing was taken aback, and took a bite of his meal in a panic: "It's okay, it's okay, I like drawing since I was a child, so there is no pressure."

Xiang Rong ate fast. There was a time limit during training before, so he was used to eating within a few minutes. He didn't rush after eating, and sat quietly in his place, looking at Yan Qing.

Looking at it this way, Yan Qing was even more embarrassed to eat it.

Xiang Rong found that there was a dish that Yan Qing hadn't touched from the beginning to the end. He thought it was too far away and it was inconvenient to hold it, so he pushed the bowl towards Yan Qing's face.

Yan Qing realized his intentions, and said with embarrassment: "Actually, I, I don't eat coriander..."

Xiang Rong: "..."

After lunch, Xiang Rong took Yan Qing to the administrative building. The office was on the fourth floor. In the corridor, Xiang Rong stuck to the inner wall all the way, as if he was afraid of heights.He opened the door of the office, motioned Yan Qing to enter the room and wait, and went outside to get some hot water.

Yan Qing looked at his back as he left, and stepped into the room. With just this small step, the oily smoke brought from the dining hall along the way dissipated, and the air was filled with new oxygen from the green plants.

The room is bright and bright, the windows are bright and clean, and the breeze lifts the pages of books on the table, as if inviting Yan Qing to dance with him.

Even more attractive are the pennants hanging all over the walls.

"People's firefighting, love the people."

"Draw the bottom of the pot and give charcoal in the snow."

"Extinguish the fire quickly, save my dog's life."

Some pennants are serious and some are not serious. Yan Qing wants to laugh when he looks at them, but most of them are in awe.

In addition, the cabinet is also full of letters of commendation, all of which represent Xiang Rong's achievements.

Yan Qing stood where he was and looked down at the canvas bag. Compared with the things others gave, his own paintings really paled in comparison.

He felt ashamed, thinking that the painting could not be sold.

"Why don't you sit down?" The voice came from behind, and Xiang Rong walked into the room with a hot water bottle.

Hearing the sound, Yan Qing pulled out the chair and sat down.

Xiang Rong poured two cups of hot water and handed one to Yan Qing: "The water is hot, drink it later."

This sentence is like an order.

Yan Qing replied "Yes".

Xiang Rong also took the opportunity to sit down. He glanced at the canvas bag beside him, recalled what Yan Qing said during the meal, and asked, "Is the gift you mentioned yesterday your painting?"

Startled, Yan Qing took a deep breath and let it out slowly, like a deflated balloon: "...Yes."

"Let me see." Xiang Rong said again.

This sentence is also like an order, Yan Qing is shy, how can someone ask for a gift so actively?

He slowly took out the painting from the canvas bag.

Xiang Rong held it in both hands, held it in front of him and looked at it carefully.

The drawing paper is large, but the content is simple. A young man is standing on the grass, facing the raging fire. He is wearing a fireproof suit and holds a high-pressure water gun in his right hand. His serious expression looks fearless, and only half of the boy is exposed. The profile is seven points similar to Xiang Rong himself.

The most eye-catching thing in the picture is that the boy stepped on a football.

From the center of the flame to the outer flame, the fire uses a painting method of rendering and deepening. The color of the grass also changes from scorched black in the distance to fresh green in the near. Khan, every detail can feel the artist's careful handling.

Yan Qing said cautiously: "I see that your WeChat avatar is a football, so I added it under your feet."

"I really like playing football." Xiang Rong glanced at the painting, then at the person outside the painting, and smiled slightly.

This was the first time Yan Qing saw him smile. The afternoon sun fell from the window and shone on half of his face, which was more beautiful than any paint.

Xiang Rong confirmed again: "Give it to me?"

Yan Qing picked up the water glass, took a sip of water, sticking out his tongue from the heat, breathed out the heat, and nodded after hearing the question.

Xiang Rong stood up, walked to the wall, and after looking around for a week, he found that there was no extra place to hang the painting.

Seeing this move, Yan Qing said: "Brother Xiang Rong, don't hang up, there is no need to put this up."

Xiang Rong searched for a long time and tore off a roll of tape. To Yan Qing's surprise, he stuck the painting on the door.

This is the most conspicuous position in the house, and anyone who enters or exits here can see it.

"Etiquette is light but affection is heavy," Xiang Rong clung tightly, "You said it yesterday."

The sun shone on Yan Qing's heart, bringing a little relief. He found that his paintings seemed as important as those pennants.

Xiang Rong sat back in his chair: "Thank you for your gift."

Yan Qing hurriedly said: "No, no, I should thank you for saving me that day."

Xiang Rong took out a notepad from the side and handed it over from the table.

Yan Qing picked it up and flipped through it. The inside was brand new and clean. He was puzzled: "What is this?"

Xiang Rong: "It's a notebook."

Yan Qing: "..."

Xiang Rong said seriously: "Take it as a wish book and write down all your wishes."

After listening, Yan Qing remembered that Xiang Rong said that he had to write down all his wishes, and it would not be too late to leave after they were fulfilled.

Although this is just a joke, it doesn't hurt to write about it.

Thinking of this, Yan Qing picked up the pen from the side, and stopped when the tip of the pen fell on the paper.

Yes, what are my wishes?

It seems that I have never thought about this issue.

"What's wrong?" Xiang Rong asked indifferently.

Yan Qing leisurely turned the pen: "I can't think of it."

Xiang Rong sat upright with a serious face: "Don't you want to receive the award notification of the competition?"

These words lit up the light bulb in Yan Qing's mind: "Think."

"Don't want to get into a good university?"

"think."

"Don't want to have endless osmanthus cakes?"

"……think."

After Yan Qing finished answering, he stopped turning his pen and looked up at Xiang Rong.

Xiang Rong didn't look at him, instead he picked up a document and said casually, "Let's write."

"Oh." Yan Qing thought to himself, this man is young, and he talks like a big brother.

The dim yellow sun bakes the hut, and the branches cast mottled reflections on the table, shaking.The house is very quiet, only the ticking of the clock and the rubbing of the pen tip on the paper.

After a while, the water ran out of heat, and Xiang Rong drank it all in one gulp, squinting, Yan Qing just wrote the last word.

"It's finished." Yan Qing closed the pen and rubbed his wrist.

Xiang Rong saw him as if he had completed the task, took the notebook and took a closer look.

"I want to be notified of the award."

"I hope I can be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts of Jiangzhou University."

"I want to walk across the river bridge once."

"I want to watch the sunrise in the morning."

"I want to watch a meteor shower."

"I want to see sunflowers."

……

Xiang Rong opened his eyes wide: "I understand the first two, but the latter is..."

Yan Qing picked a few and explained: "The bridge across the river in Shenjiang is temporarily closed due to maintenance, but I heard that standing on the bridge can see the sea not far away. The sunrise is because I like to sleep late, and you also I know that I am late today because I woke up late. I slept a long time, so I never saw the sunrise in the morning. The meteor shower and sunflower are because Van Gogh is my idol. His "Starry Night" and "Sunflower" are very famous. I I like his paintings, so I also want to see such scenes.”

Every reason was given fairly well, and Xiang Rong listened thoughtfully, and said, "Some of them are really difficult to realize."

"It's not a wish if it's easy to realize." Yan Qing replied with a smile.

"It doesn't matter," Xiang Rong returned the notebook, "I will continue to add anything I think of in the future, and count as many as I can realize."

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Jiangzhou University is a fictional school in "Changchun".