They were all reborn and became firefighters again?

Chapter 190 Visualization in the Funeral Parlor

Before Zhang Zhongting, who was dressed in casual clothes and had just arrived, answered, Political Commissar Cheng had already spoken.

"The ceremony is over! Everyone get on board!"

"Go ahead and give the squad leader a good send-off."

Zhang Zhongting patted Fang Huai on the shoulder, looked at the hearse again, sighed deeply, expressed his regret, turned around, got into a car, and rushed to the next destination.

He was not responsible for welcoming the hearse, but he was still busy and took the time to come over and take a look, but he couldn't stay too long. There was more work to save people waiting for him to do.

Fang Huai followed him into the car. The comrades in the special service team in the car were all veterans. Their faces were serious and solemn, and no one cried.

However, after exiting the intersection and seeing the crowds on both sides, everyone began to cry.

They did not see how spectacular the scene was when the hearse traveled from the starting point.

They also have no idea how to promote it on TV.

But as the car started to move out, the road for tens of meters on both sides was crowded with people.

On one side of the road, someone held a banner.

"The folks from Shili in my hometown welcome the hero home! Pay tribute to the hero Wang Yunkun!"

Everyone was waving to see him off.

If the people in the black hearse were alive, they would probably feel the warmth brought by the gathering gazes.

Because Fang Huai felt it, the soldiers in the two squadrons and eleven fire trucks all felt it.

There was real warmth in those eyes. The car windows blocked out the sound, but they could not isolate the concern and regret in the eyes of the people.

On the roadside, there were several old men wearing old green military uniforms from the 60s, hats and brown military belts standing together, raising their hands in a long salute.

"I feel like my soul is going to be transcended by their eyes." Someone in the car said unseriously.

"Me too, really." Fang Huai looked out the window and couldn't help but reply.

Perhaps before that, everyone was aggrieved about why he was not rated as a martyr, and paid more attention to the honor and treatment of firefighters.

But at this moment, everyone is feeling sore about the comrade they may or may not know.

The people, they think less, and maybe they don’t know what a martyr is or what it means to sacrifice in the line of duty. They only know that the young man sacrificed himself to save a child, so they are using their own way to pay tribute to the young man lying down. Send off.

……

funeral parlor.

"My baby...my baby..."

"Yunkun...why are you so stupid!"

Next to the ice coffin, there are wreaths sent by various units, and they are also filled with various yellow and white flowers to form the word "Dian".

In the photo of Wang Yunkun in half-length military uniform standing at the end of the ice coffin, he looked quietly at the two women kneeling in front of the coffin, sobbing.

Wang Yunkun's father sat on the bench beside him and wiped his tears. Under the guidance of government office staff, the leaders of various units who were present came up to offer condolences, and he nodded.

"This is the father of hero Wang Yunkun, Uncle Wang, and this is Director Liu of Finance."

"My condolences...Wang Yunkun is a good comrade."

"Thank you, thank you for coming...Thank you to the government."

During the previous 40 days of Wang Yunkun's rescue, he had probably thought about the situation at this time and did not let his emotions collapse. He calmly talked to the people who came up and supported the scene at home.

But every time someone came up to praise his son, he couldn't help crying.

The hall was scattered everywhere with people, relatives, people from the provincial fire department, and people from various units.

The only member of the group was a table of young people. Many of them talked with tears in their eyes about how many stupid things Wang Yunkun had done before joining the army and how many big drinks he had had.

Ye Jiahong stood three meters away from the coffin, silently staring at the photo before the coffin, and couldn't help but shed tears.

The ones who arrived late were the people from Wang Yunkun's squadron. They must have been crying in the car for a long time, and their eyes were all red.

When Ye Jiahong heard a familiar voice, he turned around and saw a row of people in military uniforms walking in. He finally broke down and shouted:
"Why, why did you leave? Didn't you say that the situation was fine and that you might wake up?! Why didn't anyone tell me?"

Walking in front, a third-term sergeant who had just controlled his expression began to tremble on his face and voice at the same time:
"Last night...it was okay...in the middle of the night...resuscitation started again...by the time we got to the hospital, there were no more people, no more..."

"Ah!!" Ye Jiahong shouted, and the two hugged each other, crying and patting each other's back fiercely.

The people behind also rushed forward.

A group of well-dressed men were in the center of the hall, hugging each other in a circle, lowering their heads and crying.

The people next to him sighed.

These passionate young men were the firefighters wearing navy blue and orange clothes when they discovered fires and car accidents on the street. When I met them on the road, I only saw their bravery, but today, I saw their fragility.Wang Yunkun's Hair The children looked at the group of soldiers, and the chatter stopped. They finally understood why Wang Yunkun did not come home every year for vacation. Every time he called him to come out for a drink, he was always out visiting his comrades who were transferred to various places.

It turned out that he was in the army and already had so many friends who could cry for him.

All the emotions and expressions in the hall were captured in the eyes of Fang Huai, who was standing to the side in a daze.

There were no memories between him and Wang Yunkun. Although they were comrades-in-arms, there were not so many uncontrollable emotions of sadness, only admiration.

And if people get rid of emotions and stand here to observe, they can't help but think about their life, what they have done, who they have loved, how short life is, and how long the past is.

From the time I can remember, I have slept on a small bed, played on the green grass, parents’ education, school growth, fallen in love, made friends, committed sins, and performed good deeds.

He had seen a sad little game before called "Your Name".

One person, a pen, and a blank paper.

Write down the names of everyone you have known for as long as you can remember.

When you sort out the names according to the timeline, you will find that each name is a story and an experience.

Some people are no longer here, so it will be sour when I write about them. Some people have betrayed you, and I feel bitter when I write about them. Some people used to have a good relationship with you, but have been lost in the long river of time. Some people are still there. at your side.

When people carefully write these names from beginning to end, they will have a feeling of living again.

This feeling is called revolving door.

A 2001 medical study was published in The Lancet. The experiment conducted a large-scale follow-up on people who had been rescued from cardiac arrest:

What did you see in the last few minutes of your life?
13% of them mentioned this "revolving door" phenomenon. Those regrets and regrets that were too late in life will unfold before their eyes.

Perhaps the brain will help the human body retrieve memories at the last moments of life, allowing people to recall important moments and good times in life.

Fang Huai was reminiscing about it at this moment.

Just as he kept flashing back in his head.

Cao Yi walked to his side and broke out loudly:
"Fang Huai, you have a lot of ideas. Please help me think of a way to persuade Captain Ye. He is the captain. There are thirty brothers in a squadron who need to be responsible for him, but he plays tricks on me, gets angry, and insists on doing some fundraising. I have to stay here for three more days.

The detachment's major drill has been postponed for two days, but preparations will begin tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and there will be a competition soon. What the hell is he talking about? "

Cao Yi may have made these complaints out of his trust in Fang Huai and his determination that Fang Huai, a new recruit, had nothing to do with Wang Yunkun.

In front of others, Hao Chengbin, and some veterans, he did not dare to say these words, because they would think him inhumane.

But the recent work pressure has been too great. Ye Jiahong was giving up on him at this time. He had to find someone who could understand his emotions to vent his feelings.

Looking around in confusion, this man was actually among the new recruits.

Fang Huai smiled: "Instructor, a firefighter, if you want him to go to work, just ring the alarm bell and let him get in the car. What are you trying to persuade him to do?"

Cao Yi rolled his eyes: "That's nonsense. Sound the alarm here. If you don't want to live anymore, be careful that your family will kill you."

Fang Huai glanced at him and coughed:
"Director Cao, I have something to tell you. Do you want to hear it?"

Cao Yi looked at Fang Huai in surprise: "You said it."

Fang Huai put his hands behind his back and said: "In the final analysis, you are too strong. You should let Captain Ye participate in the daily work of the squadron and get closer to the squadron. You see, how close he is to others.

Captain Ye is in that squadron. Although he is not the chief officer, he may have a greater sense of presence. Look at how much you have taken away other people's work and made him have no sense of responsibility at all.

Captain Ye is not old and not married, so it is normal for him to lose his temper.

If you let a bunch of milkless children cry around him for three days, he will learn a sense of responsibility. "

Cao Yi turned his head in surprise: "Hey, I found that you are not only a fast learner, but also the things you think in your mind are quite mature."

Fang Huai smiled like a middle-aged man at this moment, feeling comfortable all over, and said something that Cao Yi couldn't quite understand.

"I have been a child for too long. I have just seen life and death, and I realize that I seem to be a person who has lived for decades. I suddenly feel a lot of regrets. But don't worry, after leaving this funeral parlor, I am still a young and passionate warrior."

"Snapped."

A slap hit the back of Fang Huai's head.

The corners of Cao Yi's mouth were twitching.

"I said you are fat and you are breathing heavily. Is there any way? I want to find a solution that can be solved at the moment! Stop giving me suggestions!"

"Hiss..."

Fang Huai touched the back of his head, feeling that his vicissitudes of life had been slapped back by Cao Yi again, and grinned:

"Okay, okay, I'll take care of it as soon as I get back, okay?"

(End of this chapter)