Waiting for You in a City

The next day, Xu Qin slept again in the morning, feeling better and preparing to return to the Palm Garden after lunch at home. Before lunch, there was a guest at the house, Jiang Yu. Speaking to Meng Yanchen, the latter and Xiao Yixiao went out.

Fu Wenying called Xu Qin downstairs to greet the guests.

Jiang Yu looked at Xu Qin up and down. When she saw that she was much thinner, she asked, "Is the cold better?"

Xu Qin said: "It's almost done. Thank you for the flowers."

Jiang Yu smiled: "Are you so polite to everyone?"

Xu Qin said: "Politeness is always good."

Jiang Yu was not sure, seeing her rubbing her fingers unconsciously, and with sawdust on her fingers, asking, "What are you doing before going downstairs?"

Xu Qin said: "Engrave little things."

"Will you still be able to sculpt?" Jiang Yu was obviously surprised. "The stone is still--"

"Wood." Xu Qin said.

"Can you see your work?"

"Go."

Xu Qin's room is large, with a dedicated parlor, and a screen separated from the bedroom area.

Her desk is filled with small sculptures, small animals, small flowers and small grass, lifelike.

Jiang Yu watched them one by one with great interest. Xu Qin sat at the table, picked up the unfinished carvings and knives and said, "I won't entertain you anymore."

Jiang Yu: "OK, I'll do it myself."

Halfway through, Xu Qin suddenly asked, "Do you like me?" When she said this, she carved wood and did not raise her head.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yu froze for a second, then thought for a second, and said, "It's a little kind, but it's not like it."

Xu Qin raised his eyes and asked directly: "Can you accept marrying me?"

Jiang Yu grabbed the back of his head, but he didn't feel embarrassed: "To be honest, I'm getting married. It's okay to find a right person. It doesn't matter who you are."

"Envy-I can't." Xu Qin smiled and lowered his head to sculpt, "I have someone I like."

Jiang Yu leaned against the table, picked up a wooden kitten, and asked, "Your parents are opposed?"

"Ok."

"Then what do you do?" Jiang Yu was curious and completely forgot that the two were blind dates.

This question asked Xu Qin.

Last night in this room, Xiao Yixiao listened to her, looked up at the ceiling for a long time, and finally sighed: "Then try it."

"You won't be reconciled if you don't try. After you tried it, even if you hit your head and broke your blood, and then listen to your mother's arrangement when you come back, then you will be convinced a little bit, won't you?"

No matter how simple he said, Song Yan refused.

It was also in this room. On the Saturday many years ago, Meng Yanchen angrily stopped her at home and prevented her from going to Song Yan.

She was noisy, arguing, and repeating sentence by sentence: "I'm going to find Song Yan to play. I promised Song Yan to go to him today."

She knew that Song Yan was angry and angry. But if she goes to him, he will forgive. But if she didn't go, something went wrong.

Meng Yanchen blocked her and locked her at home. She fled from the second floor by climbing the window and climbing the tree.

But now, it's not that easy.

Xu Qin would not immediately go to Song Yan as Xiao Yixiao said. Song Yan will not agree, the relationship between the two will only deteriorate further.

Whether she really wants to know clearly, and how to do it after thinking clearly, all need a process.

"Before thinking too much, doing too little; now don't want to think so much, and slowly be yourself--" Xu Qin looked up at Jiang Yu and said, "I want to do what makes me happy, let it be natural and see what the future holds. The road is in sight. "

...

Xu Qin returned to the Palm Garden and smoked a cigarette while sitting alone on the balcony. Downstairs, Wufang Street is bustling and lively; the palm garden is quiet and the grass and trees are yellow.

After she finished smoking a cigarette, she contacted the housekeeper and asked about the water, electricity, gas, floor heating, and residential property fees at home, and took a note of it. In the past few months, all the expenses for telephone, car, maintenance, gas, clothing, food, shelter, transportation, daily necessities have been cleared again.

She does not have the habit of keeping accounts, and many of them can only be approximated. A person lying on the coffee table for more than an hour finally came up with a rough data. Not high.

But if you count everything in the house and everything in the closet and dresser, you have a headache.

Xu Qin sighed.

The house was still warm, so cold. Xu Qin sucked his nose, the cold was not all right, the sequela was sleepy, and he just wanted to sleep.

The weather forecast shows that the weather is fine, and she intends to take a good night's sleep, recuperate, and go to the Forest Park tomorrow.

Xu Qin returned to the bedroom, closed the door, and drew thick black curtains to block the light, making the room an isolated black box.

She climbed onto the bed and covered the quilt, blindfolded her head, closing her eyes without thinking.

This sleep is more stable than in the Meng family.

Police siren masterpiece. Xu Qin thought he was dreaming, why did he dream of fire siren again? Can smell vaguely again. This dream is too real.

Xu Qin opened his eyes, and the room was dark with sirens outside.

it is true.

She immediately touched the lamp and went to the window to open the curtain. The smoke outside the window is like a curtain, covering the sky and the sun.

The upper floor was on fire, just below her house.

She quickly put on her clothes, took the key and mobile phone, walked to the entrance, and heard the fire sirens in the corridor very harsh. Today is a working day and most residents are not at home.

Just before the door opened, there was a knock on the door, accompanied by a man's shout: "Anyone?"

It is Song Yan.

Xu Qin was unprepared and burst into his heart.

"2701, is there anyone in the room ?!"

Xu Qin quickly unscrewed layers of antilocks and opened the door.

"Hello, we are ..." Song Yan paused for half a second when he saw Xu Qin's face, and passed quickly, "Shilitai Fire Squadron. 2601 downstairs is on fire. Because it is a duplex building, the fire on the first floor is too large The door of the room hasn't been opened for a while. According to the owner, there are children at home. We would like to go downstairs from your balcony, is it okay? "

Xu Qin pulled the door completely open and turned aside: "Please come in."

"Thank you." Song Yan glanced back at her briefly. In the critical moment, he had no extra thoughts on her. Song Yan turned around and gave a gesture to the team members behind him. Several firefighters quickly entered the house and rushed to the balcony to set up a rope. Several other firefighters laid water pipes at Xu Qin's house, and Xiaoge opened a fire hydrant in the corridor.

Song Yan: "Call the water company to pressurize the pipeline here."

Xiaoge: "Yes."

Song Yan carried a fire extinguisher on his body: "Tong Ming, Fan Yang, you two came downstairs with me. The rest listened to the command."

"Yes."

Song Yan led the two players through the living room quickly, Xu Qin was standing in the center of the living room, quickly backed down and gave in to him, watching him pass by.

Xu Qin turned around and saw that Song Yan had tied a rope to his body, without any other protective measures, so he stepped on the balcony railing and turned to go outside.

This is the 27th floor.

Xu Qin was shaken by the cold wind blowing backwards. She ran down to the balcony on the second floor and looked down. There was a concrete floor downstairs, and the car was parked in the courtyard like small squares. Just glancing at a glance makes the footboard soft.

Song Yan pulled the safety rope with both hands and stepped on the wall to quickly descend to the window on the 26th floor. The 26th floor is a sealed balcony, with a large tempered glass on the whole surface, and only two small openable windows on both sides, but due to the heavy smog in the previous days, the windows are closed at the moment.

Song Yan clenched the rope with one hand, his wrist wrapped fast around the rope a few times, and with the other hand, he pulled out a safety hammer from his body and smashed the glass with the hammer. He smashed several times, put away the hammer, pulled the rope with both hands, stepped on the glass, bent his knees, and pushed the glass hard. The person bounced from the glass into the air and accelerated back down, his feet kicked the glass , Clatter.

After going back and forth four or five times in this way, the person swayed in the air like a pendulum and slammed into the glass.

Xu Qin stared at the rope tightly, fearing that it could not bear the power and would break. If this falls, he will die on the spot.

With a bang, Song Yan kicked the glass open, and the whole person broke through the glass and rolled into the room. A thick smoke burst into the sky.

The rope also quickly flew out, empty, and the person was gone.

The other two followed.

Xu Qin was frightened and took a deep breath in the cold wind, and was suddenly choked by thick smoke and burst into tears.

Song Yan entered the fire and quickly found the bedroom. While extinguishing the fire with a fire extinguisher, he turned over the closet to find the bottom of the bed. He did not see any children or toilets. There is no whole second floor.

On the balcony of Xu Qin's house, Yang Chi handed the water pipe to Tong Ming downstairs. Xiaoge opened the sluice gate, and tap water quickly filled the pipe and rushed into the fire.

Song Yan ordered Tong Ming to stay on the second floor to extinguish the fire, and informed Xiaoge Licheng to come down to support Tong Ming, and he and Fan Yang went down the first floor.

In the staircase from the second floor to the first floor, there was a blaze of fire. Song Yan took the fire extinguisher to open the way, and just walked up the stairs. The sole of his foot was loose.

Fan Yang shouted: "Captain! Are you okay?"

Song Yan wore a heavy protective suit and got up a bit hard, making a okay gesture.

Fan Yang jumped into the flames.

The decoration is flammable. The wooden floor, tables, chairs, wine cabinets, carpets, curtains and wallpapers are all burned up. Toxic gas surges with black smoke, pungent and dazzling, and the throat burns with smoke.

Song Yan turned over the toilet and utility room in the room downstairs, even looking for the fire bed board and bookcase, but still couldn't find the child.

The fire was hot and the air was crackling.

Fan Yang came out of the kitchen and shouted: "The fire is on the kitchen stove. It is estimated that the child is okay at home, and the house is lit by the fire."

Song Yan came out of the bathroom, and there were still no children in it. He had just left the door, the door panel behind him burned through, fell behind him, and smashed his head. Song Yan lifted the door panel behind and walked towards the living room.

Fan Yang: "The fire on the first floor is too big. Go upstairs and flush down from the top to extinguish the fire."

Song Yan turned over the sofa: "Find children first."

As he was talking, he lifted the sofa and slammed into the ceiling.

Song Yan quickly backed away to avoid: "Fuck."

Fan Yang: "Will the child go to the second floor? The fire point is in the kitchen on the first floor. It is reasonable to say that we will run upstairs. Let's go up first. It's not possible to stay here. The temperature is too high."

The two were roasting at high temperatures and wearing heavy fire-fighting suits. They no longer knew how much sweat they had.

Song Yan thought for a second, and felt that Fan Yang made sense. Back at the stairs, Fan Yang was about to call his colleague above, and Song Yan stopped suddenly: "No, the stairs are also on fire here."

The bottom of the stairs has been burnt to ashes,

"The kid couldn't go upstairs, he's still on the first floor."

Song Yan folds back to the fire and glances around, wondering where the child can hide and find everything. The flames flooded the entire house, the first floor was completely burnt, and the leaves on the balcony were all dried up by the flames.

Song Yan stunned, striding toward the balcony on the first floor.

There were two or three rich trees planted there, and Song Yan turned away the dead branches, and saw a little boy curled up in a porcelain basin and fell into a coma.

Song Yan quickly guarded the child in his arms, rushed across the fire, and took the rope dropped by the team members to the second floor. The fire on the second floor was just extinguished, and Xiaoge took the water pipe and went down to the first floor to wash up.

...

Xu Qin stood on the balcony on the second floor of his house and looked down. The smoke was billowing below. The firefighters entered one by one, but no one came out.

Cold wind and thick smoke alternated, Xu Qin shivered with a burst of sweat.

Until a moment, a hand reached out to grab the safety rope, wrapped around the wrist a few times. Song Yan's voice was hoarse and shouted: "Pull!"

The people on the balcony pulled the safety rope together, and Song Yan held a child in his hand, rising from the thick smoke.

Xu Qin looked at him and suddenly knew something wrong. He is such a good person.

Song Yan looked up and saw Xu Qin's face higher in his team members' faces, pale and startled. Half of her upper body leaned out of the railing, her eyes eager and tense, and there was a trace of unclear pain.

Looking at each other, the emotion in her eyes was completely removed, and she looked at him straight.

Song Yan also looked at her, with a look and an understanding, her body immediately withdrew, and the person quickly ran to the stairs leading to the first floor.