Fire fighting

"Damn it, you disappeared as you walked, where did you go?"

Jiang Ce poked his head out of the bed when he heard Xiang Rong push the door into the dormitory.

Xiang Rong walked to the table and boiled a pot of water: "You and your partner were in love with each other along the way, I can't hide anymore."

"It's my fault," Jiang Ce slumped back on the bed, and said in a serious tone, "I think you secretly took Yan Qing out to play in order to fulfill Yan Qing's wish."

Xiang Rong didn't know how he knew, so he didn't answer and sat on the chair.

The two-person dormitory at the fire station is not big, with bed and desk, Xiang Rong has lived with Jiang Ce for the past three years.

As soon as he took out his phone, the screen lit up.

"Thank you Brother Xiang Rong for taking me to the hospital, have you gone back?"

Xiang Rong pressed the keyboard: "Just arrived."

Yan Qing sent a "received" cat emoticon package.

Xiang Rong: "What are you doing?"

Yan Qing: "Playing a game."

Xiang Rong: "I still play games during working hours."

After typing this sentence, he didn't send it out. After hesitating for a while, he deleted it and changed it to: "What game?"

Yan Qing: "Defend the radish."

Xiang Rong searched for the name of the game on Baidu, watched the gameplay explanation for a while, but before he figured it out, the other party sent another message.

"Brother Xiang Rong, what are you doing?"

"chat with you."

"……Oh."

Looking at the ellipsis sent from the opposite side, Xiang Rong felt that the answer was too thin.

He wanted to say more, but didn't know what to say, so he raised his head and called the name of the shop opposite.

"Jiang Ce."

Jiang Ce was brushing the video software, and turned his head when he heard the sound: "What are you doing?"

Xiang Rong asked seriously: "Do you have an emoji pack?"

Jiang Ce suspected that he had misheard, and got up from the bed in disbelief: "What? You want an emoji pack?"

Xiang Rong said "hmm".

"The sun is coming out from the west," Jiang Ce rubbed his eyes in disbelief, "You still post emoticons?"

"Just tell me if there is any." Xiang Rong said impatiently.

"Yes, yes, enough." Jiang Ce opened the chat box and sent out the stock.

Xiang Rong saw that these pictures were either Internet slang or yin and yang, and they all had a hint of cheapness, but it was not surprising, it fit Jiang Ce's image very well.

Xiang Rong searched for a long time, but couldn't find a standard emoticon package.

"Brother Rong, is that enough?"

"Are you anything but normal?"

Jiang Ce felt that he was ignorant: "Why is it abnormal?"

Xiang Rong seemed to be choked, and said hesitantly, "Is there any cuter one?"

"Cute?" Jiang Ce laughed loudly, and smacked his lips again, "These two words have nothing to do with you, are you sure?"

Xiang Rong's face was ugly: "Stop talking nonsense."

Jiang Ce flipped through his phone: "Then I'll send you Wen Yi's."

The emoji packs sent in the second wave were quite appropriate. Xiang Rong picked out a picture for a long time, and finally chose a picture of a puppy rolling, and sent it to Yan Qing.

Not long after, Yan Qing replied: "What a cute puppy!"

Seeing this, Xiang Rong sent another emoji of a puppy.

Yan Qing: "You wouldn't have been looking for emoticons for so long, would you?"

Xiang Rong: "No, I sent it casually."

Yan Qing: "I didn't expect Brother Xiang Rong to have such an emoji."

Xiang Rong: "?"

Yan Qing: "It's so cute, it doesn't match the you I remember."

Xiang Rong paused: "Really."

It seems that Jiang Ce is right.

There was a sound of tripping, and the water in the kettle boiled.

Jiang Ce was startled by the voice, and asked, "Brother Rong, are you satisfied with the emoji?"

After asking, he didn't hear a response, so he looked down and saw Xiang Rong holding his mobile phone, staring at the screen and typing as if fascinated.

Xiang Rong clicked on Yan Qing's circle of friends, his WeChat nickname was Van Gogh's only closed disciple, his profile picture was a painted cat, the background picture was a sea of ​​sunflowers, and his introduction only wrote one sentence: Welcome.

The visibility range of Moments is one month, and the latest one happened to be released tonight.

Xiang Rong clicked on the big picture, the water was shining under the moonlight, and the Shenjiang Bridge and the coastline divided the picture beautifully.

The copywriting is also simple: the sea at night is like freshly baked white fungus porridge.

Xiang Rong noticed that Jiang Ce liked it, no wonder Jiang Ce knew that he had taken Yan Qing to other places when he returned to the dormitory tonight.

He followed suit and slid down again.

Yan Qing would post one every few days. A few days ago, Baiyun was like a sweet-scented osmanthus cake with a bite, and the setting sun was like a quicksand bag with a broken skin.

Although Xiang Rong has also experienced those days, he does not remember such beautiful white clouds and sunsets at all. It seems that only Yan Qing carefully recorded these wonderful moments.

Looking at the strange metaphors on the screen, Xiang Rong couldn't help but smile.

"Ignore me, just keep praising me and giggling." Jiang Ce rolled his eyes at him, "If you don't connect hot water, you can wait for a cold drink when the lights are turned off and the power is off."

Just as Xiang Rong was about to get up to fetch water, the door of the dormitory was pushed open.

A middle-aged man in a blue formal suit appeared outside the door. He was the squadron leader of the fire station——Li Cheng.

Jiang Ce didn't pay attention, didn't raise his eyes, and was about to turn over when he heard Xiang Rong say hello: "Captain Li."

He was tense, jumped up from the bed, sat upright, and greeted him.

"Yeah." Li Cheng's eyes fixed on Xiang Rong, but he said, "Jiang Ce, come out."

Jiang Ce jumped out of bed and walked to the corridor.

Xiang Rong didn't care, and went to the toilet to brush his teeth in front of the mirror.

In the past, he could finish these tasks in a few minutes, but tonight he never left his mobile phone.

But Yan Qing didn't reply to the message, and he stopped reading after a few glances.

It was almost ten o'clock after taking a shower, Xiang Rong lay back on the bed, and Jiang Ce opened the door and entered the room at this time.

Seeing that Xiang Rong was still staring at his mobile phone, he was a little puzzled. His friends in the past never relied on electronic products, but tonight was abnormal.

He climbed onto the bed and coughed deliberately: "Brother Rong?"

"Ok?"

"Don't you wonder why Lao Li called me out?"

"Not curious."

"..."

Jiang Ce lay down and said, "Lao Li came to ask about your situation."

Xiang Rong was indifferent: "Even if I'm not curious, you will tell me."

"Damn it, be serious," Jiang Ce put away his usual humor, "If you don't solve this psychological problem, we will be worried for you."

Xiang Rong answered simply: "I have no problem."

Jiang Ce put on airs: "I'll ask you one last time, are you really quitting?"

Xiang Rong said: "Don't you still say that you are practicing rice at night?"

Jiang Ce replied: "I said that casually. If you don't quit, I will be happy to ask you ten meals."

Xiang Rong put down his phone, paused for a few seconds, and replied, "I have discussed it with Team Li, and we will leave at the end of next week."

"I know, it's not that Lao Li is not willing to part with it, otherwise why did he just come here," Jiang Ce said angrily, "Brother Rong, you are the most promising person in the entire squadron to be promoted to squad leader, and you have made more contributions than anyone else in the past few years. After losing you in the squadron, I pulled out the teeth like the crocodile. The comrades in our team have gone through life and death together so many times, who would not treat you as a brother, and now you say you don’t want to do it, everyone feels it’s a pity. "

He turned sideways, waiting for the answer from the silent person on the bed.

Xiang Rong turned his back to him, and his tone was frozen: "I'm sleepy."

Jiang Ce knew that he was evading, and every time this topic came up, he didn't say a word.

"Xiang Rong, do you still remember why you wanted to be a firefighter?"

As soon as Jiang Ce stopped talking, there was no sound in the house.

"Isn't it your dream to be a fireman? That's how you treat your dreams?"

Xiang Rong seemed to be asleep, without saying a word.

Jiang Ce sighed: "Lao Li just asked about your recent situation. I told him that you were helping a child who wanted to commit suicide to fulfill his wish. He was surprised, just as surprised as I was when I heard you tell me. I thought Since that accident, you have become indifferent and dismissive of the life and death of others, but you have not. The reason why you are willing to help Yan Qing is because you listened to the psychiatrist and continued to rescue Yan Qing with the methods taught to you by others. Man, continue with your mission?"

He knew that Xiang Rong was listening, but it was useless. He had said it countless times, but these words only passed Xiang Rong's ears and could not enter his heart.

"We have been in the same house for so many years, don't I know you? I know you definitely want to stay, and you definitely want to continue saving people. Firefighters are a glorious and great profession. You know it better than us. You just can't bear it. That hurdle, as long as you work hard to overcome it, you will find that it is no big deal.

"I know what you are afraid of, and I know the pain in your heart, but those things must pass, you can't live like this for the rest of your life, do you think your sister wants to see you like this?"

"Jiang Ce!" Xiang Rong roared.

The room returned to silence again, except for a few resentful gasps.

Xiang Rong suppressed his anger, and said righteously: "I said I was sleepy."

As soon as the voice fell, the ceiling light in the dormitory went out with a bang, and the fire squadron reached the time of power outage every night.

Jiang Ce looked at the figure in the darkness, feeling helpless.

He looked at the ceiling and waited for a long time before saying, "It's your right to quit. I, Lao Li, and anyone else can't interfere, but as your friend, I should cure your illness."

Jiang Ce also turned his back to Xiang Rong, facing the wall: "I asked Wen Yi to make an appointment with a psychologist for you just now, let's go see it in a few days."

The moonlight filled the window, throwing a light and shadow from the gap in the curtain.Time walked silently, tick tock.

After the sound of falling asleep came from behind, Xiang Rong opened his eyes.

He was in a daze, with a decadent expression on his face.

It is easy for everyone to say and persuade, but who really understands this pain.

Late at night, tossing and turning hard to sleep.

Xiang Rong picked up the phone again, and there was light in a corner of the dark dormitory.

He opened WeChat, only to find that Yan Qing replied with a sentence at the end, a sentence after he was ridiculed for not matching his image after sending out the puppy emoji.

"It shows that Brother Xiang Rong is a lovely person in his heart."

At this moment, Xiang Rong's broken heart seemed to be mended again.

He quit WeChat and opened Xianyu.

A familiar name was entered in the search bar.

The only closed disciple of Van Gogh.

He just had the idea of ​​trying, but he didn't expect to find it.

There are not many transaction records, but every painting in the exhibition is pleasing to the eye, and the customers also give rave reviews. Some people say that the painting skills are high, and some people say that the customer service attitude is good.The price is even more friendly to the people, all five yuan, can be refunded at any time.

Xiang Rong looked at it for a while, then quit again. After swiping the screen of the phone a few times, he returned to WeChat again.

He replied to Yan Qing: "You too."