Chapter 25:

"Fire! Fire!" The scream came from outside the store, on the fifth floor.
Song Yan rushed out of the restaurant for the first time. Xu Qin and the waiter responded.
Outside the restaurant window, the shopping mall, which was still orderly just a moment ago, sped up quickly, and everyone moved quickly, gathering like a small magnet in one direction.
The girls and boys on the fifth floor took a hand and ran to the screaming place, and the other floors rushed to the open view to watch, and some tried to walk up the escalator.
Many people hold their phones to shoot or make phone calls.
The accident occurred at the paper art studio on the northwest corner of the fifth floor. When the fire broke out, the paper art teacher was taking the students to class.
According to a guest who fled outside the shop, someone secretly smoked in the back of the classroom and did n’t want to light the paper art. In a panic, he picked up a stack of paper and tried to shoot out the fire. Splashing, igniting a large piece of paper products around.
The classroom was full of paper, burning fast, and the girls panicked and screamed and ran out to join the surrounding army.
Song Yan drove away the crowd and rushed to the glass door of the studio. I saw a girl who was single and trapped in the fire. Song Yan slammed the glass, the girl turned back in panic, and Song Yan made a gesture to her.
The girl immediately understood and hurriedly pushed away the paper beside her.
Song Yan turned and ran out of the crowd again.
Xu Qin asked the waiter: "Where is the fire hydrant in your mall?"
The waiter looked confused: "Fire hydrant? I don't know."
Xu Qin looked through the running crowd and looked around. He saw Song Yan opposite the sky.
Song Yan had observed the location of fire hydrants as early as entering the mall, which has become his habit. Just now he roughly observed the fire and reminded the trapped girl that the man went straight to the fire hydrant. At this moment, he had opened the fire hydrant, took off the water gun, removed the fire hose, one end was fastened to the sluice gate, and the pipeline was laid all the way.
Engaged in this series, his reaction time is only forty seconds.
Song Yan: "All give up!"
The people around the shop turned around and saw that Song Yan was swiftly rolling along the hose, and they all made a way out, not knowing where the man came from.
Although the fire was less than a minute and a half, the situation in the shop was special, the wallboard paper was all lit, like a paper-burning lantern, and the floor-to-ceiling windows were full of jumping flames, which was very scary. The trapped girl cried while hiding inside.
People took pictures and called the police, and they were surrounded by water.
A large roll of hose was fully extended. Song Yan installed a water gun at the end of the water pipe and looked back at the fire hydrant. He was about to call someone over there to open the gate.
Seeing that Xu Qin was already standing there, clutching the valve with both hands, he shouted to him, "Which direction?"
Song Yan: "Clockwise!"
Xu Qin worked hard, and the valve was opened. The tap water quickly rushed into the pipe. The deflated hose stretched into a round shape, filling the water gun in Song Yan's hand.
Song Yan pulled on the hose and held the water gun with both hands to aim at the paper art room for a while.
The man is tall with long legs, and his face is cold, his posture with a gun exploded. The men and women onlookers were dumbfounded and took pictures with their phones.
Song Yan walked into the porch and rushed out a barrier along the glass window. When people were watching, he shouted angrily: "All back!"
The girls were blushed and beaten heartily, and continued to protect their mobile phones while retreating obediently.
The girl trapped in the fire scene dared not move in the corner, and Song Yan strode up to grab the girl's hand and pulled her over.
The girl screamed and threw him into his arms to hug him.
Song Yan held the water pistol in one hand and pulled her off in the other. He carried the chicken to the door like a chicken and pushed it out vigorously.
The girl's friend hurried forward to pick it up.
After saving the man, he went to the fire alone, and the girls could not help but exclaim:
"Don't go in!"
"Dangerous!"
Song Yantou did not return to the room. The fire inside was the most fierce, and the studio was partitioned by a large shop. If the fire was not put out as soon as possible, the shop next door would also suffer.
When Xu Qin arrived, he saw the water flowing on the glass window. On that side, the orange fire tongue jumped, the crystal water splashed, the colored paper, the black ash, and was scattered by the water gun.
Song Yan stood between the water and fire, paper, wood and dust in that world; the figure was tall and firm, with his back to everyone.
The people around the glass window didn't know when to start, they were silent.
The man's gray trousers inside, like every ordinary person outside, are on vacation, shopping, and eating. Like every ordinary person outside, it is neither steel nor iron, but blood and flesh. High temperatures will burn his respiratory tract, and flames will burn his hands.
A girl nudged Xu Qin: "Are you together?"
Xu Qin returned to God before answering, the other side worshipped: "Like a hero."
Another girl corrected: "What is the image? That is."
"Yes, that is."
Xu Qin saw the rescued girl and walked over: "Are you injured?"
The other person flushed the face with water, the mascara was spent, and shook his head: "It was just burned, not very important."
Xu Qin checked her arm and said, "It's not serious, just go to the pharmacy to buy the medicine."
Between the words, the fire quickly went out.
Song Yan's voice was hoarse, and he shouted, "Close the gate."
The appearance of the crowd seems to have instructions, and one by one quickly communicates:
"Close the gate."
"Close the gate."
After several passes, the man closest to the fire hydrant closed the gate.
There was a mess in the room, and there was black water on the ground.
Song Yan was black and gray from head to toe. He removed the water gun, washed the face indiscriminately with the water in the tube, and began to collect the water.
Xu Qin passed immediately and looked up and down at him: "Are you injured?"
Song Yan walked past her directly, not squinting.
Xu Qindun was in place. There was a dark scene in front of her, and the water covered the charred house in a dreadful state.
She finally turned around—the onlookers followed Song Yan all the way, admiring and grateful, but the man was obviously in a bad mood today, treating them all as air, turning a blind eye to it, turning a deaf ear to it, and only paying attention to the water hose.
Several girls handed tissues to let him wipe the water on his face and the dust on his clothes. He did not refuse the good intentions, but took the tissues from passers-by.
Song Yan quickly returned the water hose to its original condition, rolled it up and put it back into the fire hydrant.
The management staff of the mall also came and pulled him to thank him.
Song Yan asked coldly, "Is there any problem with the fire alarm in your mall?"
The person in charge was silent on the spot and wanted to drag him aside to talk alone, but there were too many onlookers, and the Sixidi Fire Squadron had arrived.
Song Yan quickly handed over his colleagues in Sixidi. Without leaving any extra words, he left.
People also watched him by the railings on all floors of the mall and watched him leave.
Xu Qin entered the sightseeing straight ladder in silence alone, and saw Song Yan standing on the escalator gradually down, still standing straight, his jaw clenched, this time, looking at the direction of the line of sight slightly, I wondered what I was thinking.
The straight ladder went down quickly, and suddenly sank into the negative underground, Xu Qin was unprepared, and Song Yan disappeared into sight.
...
Song Yan went down to the first floor, walked out of the sky, called the inspection department of Sixidi Fire Brigade and opened the door:
"During the acceptance of the Soho Fire in Sixidi, did someone in the team collect money?"
Over there, he said, "How do you say?"
"Fire alarm in the shopping mall, come back to check as soon as possible." Song Yan said, "As for your black roads, the meaning is meaningful, pay attention to the small points, you have to finish all the big things."
There was silence for a while, and whispered: "Go to check after a while-"
"As soon as possible. Fuck don't take the lives of the people below seriously." Song Yan hung up the phone.
The fire inspection and fire prevention are all taken care of by the above. It is easy and there are many ways. The people underneath are not going to collect that money, but have to die for that one. It's really ironic.
He walked into the revolving door of the mall and saw from the reflective glass that he had a very bad complexion and looked like he wanted to eat people. The phone rang again, it was Li Meng who called.
Song Yan also thought that Sixidi had complained to Shilitai so quickly. He was worried about venting his fire, but the result was about his reassignment and promotion.
In the first two years, the brigade of the detachment has considered the promotion of Song Yan several times. He refused on the grounds that his officers and soldiers were too young to have two years of experience in the fire field.
After all, the firefighting team is not willing to come with any kind of soldiers in the family, and they have managed to turn away. The real hardest out-of-town children have come to do this. When the personnel is faulty, 18- to nine-year-old soldiers can be brought into the fire. Song Yan's heart is not hard enough to hold the group of little hairy children and has been dragging.
This year, he actively submitted an application.
"The political review passed, although the position is pre-approved, but you have to wait for the announcement next year. You have to stay in the original post." Li Meng said, "there was a chance before, you refused, you have to mix the lines, say we are bureaucratic, now Suddenly figured it out? "
Song Yan only said: "It's getting old."
Li Meng pondered for a moment and asked, "Isn't it for her?" A few months ago, it was not when he met Xu Qin again.
Song Yan was irritable and frowned, "It has nothing to do with her."
Li Meng heard that he was really angry, startled, and immediately changed his voice: "Be prepared, the political commissar is in a good position, and he may not be able to enter the seven games in a few years."
"Thanks." Song Yan didn't want to chat and hung up the phone.
...
All the officers and men of the Shilitai Fire Squadron have been on the ice for several days in a row. Their Captain Song returned from vacation, and the whole person was wrong.
A face is covered with frost, and the whole body brings coldness to see who can pierce a hole in the other person's eyes. No matter how high-intensity comes during training, physical fitness, skills, foundation ... It will not be tired to keep up with the clockwork.
Everyone grieved, but did not dare to neglect at all. Whoever has a brain to dare to touch the lion hair.
Coincidentally, several nurses in the emergency room of the Third Military Hospital also experienced a similar state of mind.
Although their doctor Xu didn't talk much on weekdays, his lack of expression made people wonder whether there was a nerve problem on his face.
But, "light" and "cold" can be clearly distinguished.
When performing minor surgery that day, Xu Qin said: "Suture needle."
Both Xiaoxi and Xiaobei thought the other party would deliver, and the response was two seconds late. When Xu Qinliu raised his eyes, his cold eyes, as Xiaoxi later said, were sharper than the sharp blade of No. 11 and scared her bones cold.
The relationship between the nurses and Xu Qin was limited to work, and she was unpredictable.
Xu Qin doesn't think he has something to worry about, but it is getting colder and colder, making people more accustomed to silence.
The days when Song Yan disappeared were no different. She is so busy with her work that there is no time to think about the ones that are not. At first, the brain went to find him with fever, it was empty and boring vacation.
In the first few days, the video of Song Yan's fire fighting in the mall was posted on the Internet, which caused heated discussion throughout the city, and countless netizens liked it. Xiao Nan and Xiao Bei also had discussions in their spare time. Xu Qin deliberately did not go to watch the video, and also deliberately avoided everyone's chat.
She didn't let herself think of him anymore. I didn't even think about it, until one day late at night, coming home from work late at night, when Xu Qin boiled the water, the water accidentally overflowed. She opened the pot and wiped the water stains with a rag. She looked at the rag for a long time. But my mind was empty and I didn't think about anything. Finally, he turned around and saw the empty living room. In an instant, that autumn afternoon, Song Yan's picture of dragging the floor here appeared in front of him.
The sun was bright and warm that day, she remembered it. His shadow and the sun were refracted on the floor.
And now it is icy winter night.
In the past six months since he reunited with him, the number of encounters was not too high, but he met unexpectedly from time to time. However, since the last time in Sixidi, a month has passed, but I have never seen you again.
There were still burned and car accident citizens in the emergency room, but she never met Song Yan again.
At that late night, Xu Qin stood in a quiet and silent home with lights, and after a while, the afterward pain spread throughout his body—perhaps, the fate was over.
This cognition was like a fire burning Xu Qin's nerves. She started to pay attention to the fire hydrants and sirens around her. On the road, she would search for the figure of the fire truck, and pay special attention to the ambulance in the hospital.
However, it was useless.
She never saw Song Yan again, and even once went to the scene to see the world's firefighters without him.
On several occasions, she unconsciously took out her mobile phone, and when she recovered, she realized that she was just looking at his number. But besides looking at it, he can't do much more.
...
One day at the end of the month, when Xu Qin was about to leave work, someone knocked on the door.
"Something?" Xu Qin looked up.
She is a girl of similar makeup and age to her age, with a smile on her face and radiant, unlike a patient.
The girl leaned over: "You should be off work, didn't you bother?"
Xu Qin: "Yes. You--"
"Don't you remember me?" She came in and sat down, and placed the Hermes platinum bag on the ground. "That time when the Sixidi Paper Art Studio caught fire, you asked me if I was injured."
Xu Qin was very impressed with her.
She watched Song Yan rescue her from the fire. He took her hand, and she threw herself in his arms to hold him tight.
Xu Qin stared at her and said, "It's a little vague."
"My name is Zhan Xiaoluo."
The daughter of Minister Zhan.
"You are Xu Qin, I know your brother and Xiao Yixiao very well." Zhan Xiaoluo's eyes flew when he smiled, which is very beautiful. "Do you know the fireman? What is his name?"
"Song Yan."
"Song. Yan." Zhan Xiaolu chanted slightly, "This name is so good, like him. Do you have his phone?"
Xu Qin: "How?"
"I have been looking for him for a long time. Fortunately, a white-collar worker on the scene recognized you that day and said that you were a doctor in the third hospital, and that you knew him, so I found it." Zhan Xiaoluo said, "He saved my life. I have been looking for him and I want to invite him to dinner to express my gratitude. "
Xu Qin looked at her and suddenly thought, when she invited Song Yan to eat, was the emotion in her eyes as obvious as in the girl's eyes?
There should be none. She was buried too deep, her eyes were a pool of stagnant water, unlike her, shining brightly and boldly filled with desire.