hello fireman

Chapter 188

late at night.

Kong's study.

Kong Yizhen put down the brush, lowered his head, and carefully examined a small script work that she had completed in a long time.

Falling leaves and fragrance,
The night is silent, and the cold sound is broken.

The bead curtain rolls in the sky of the jade building, and the sky is pale and the Milky Way is hanging down.

Every year tonight, the moon is shining like a practice, and the length is thousands of miles long.

My heart is broken and I can't get drunk,
Tears come before the wine arrives.

The lamp is on and the pillow is flickering, and I know the taste of lonely sleep.

Everyone came to this matter, and there was no way to avoid it.

Song Dynasty writer Fan Zhongyan's "Royal Street Journey Autumn Nostalgia".

This is a poem about missing a lover in an autumn night. Although it is written like water and tenderness, it is strong and never soft.She prefers the art of calligraphy, especially regular script.Someone once said that regular script is the real calligraphy, and a real calligrapher can write regular script.

She learned lower script because of Yue Tingchuan.

When they were in the third grade of elementary school that year, when they visited the city museum, he became very interested in a porcelain plate inlaid with gold and traced flowers in small script. From that day on, she began to practice calligraphy.

What I learned was lower case, or the most labor-intensive lower case.

In a blink of an eye, 20 years later, her calligraphy skills have advanced by leaps and bounds, and the characters have faintly revealed everyone's style, but the mood of practicing calligraphy and expressing emotions with the love of her little daughter at the beginning has become the bleakness of the current poems.

Quietness can nourish the mind, and tranquility can nourish the body.

She locked herself in the study for a whole day and wrote all day, but she couldn't find a trace of peace and indifference.

She opened her eyes and looked at it for a long time before turning her face away in disappointment and closing her eyes.

Memories, like the pictures in a black and white movie, appear in front of my eyes, as clear as yesterday.His stern eyebrows and relaxed figure occupied her undisciplined and melancholy mood, causing countless worries.

She had written his name here, over and over again, dreaming of a bright and bright future like a flower, but all of this came and went with the dreamlike love and cruel sobriety.

She swayed, keeping her balance on the edge of the smooth wooden table with her fingers.

Her parents deliberately lowered the conversation sound outside the door, faintly, she heard her nickname, which was frequently mentioned.

She gathered up the black sweater cardigan on her body, walked over, and gently opened the door.

"Dad, Mom, are you still asleep?"

Kong Shuming and Liu Chun looked at the daughter who suddenly appeared in amazement, and were silent for a few seconds. Kong Shuming nodded, "Really, Dad is waiting for you."

Kong Yizhen smiled lightly, pointed to the living room, and invited: "Then let's have a good talk as a family. In the future, there may not be many opportunities like this."

Kong Yizhen walked towards the living room first, Liu Chun tugged at her husband's arm, and muttered in a low voice disappointed: "Look, she still has to go."

Kong Shuming patted his wife's hand reassuringly, "Listen to what the child has to say first."

Thirty-nine severe winters.

Kong Yizhen officially accepted the invitation from his tutor and was going to return to BJ to continue his academic research work.Her working relationship remains with the fire brigade of City A, and will be transferred when needed in the future.

Liu Chun was very upset about her daughter not being in City A for the New Year. She blamed Du Baozhang for his ineffective parenting, and she did not even contact the Yue family on the phone.Du Baozhang visited several times to make amends, but Liu Chun refused to see him on the grounds that he was unwell. Du Baozhang was wronged, so he could only swallow his anger and adapt to the changes in the relationship between the two families.

The flight ticket back to Beijing was set on the 23rd of the Lunar New Year, and Kong Yizhen went back to the Special Service Squadron before that.

Although she didn't stay in the squadron for a long time, many professional books and some personal items needed to be packed away.

She deliberately chose to go to the squadron in the evening when all the staff were off work. Unexpectedly, she met Wang Fuxiang, a soldier of the squadron, as soon as she got off the car.

Wang Fuxiang, nicknamed Xiangzi, is not tall, thin, with a pair of crescent eyes, and he seems to be smiling even when he is not smiling.He has a lively personality and is not timid. He is familiar with everyone he meets, and he is very popular.

He is still warm-hearted, and often helps Kong Yizhen, who works overtime to write reports, go to the cafeteria to make meals. He has a good memory, and he can remember her food preferences after making a meal once, and he will never forget it no matter how long the time interval is.

Wang Fuxiang said that he admired such a knowledgeable person as Kong Yizhen, and they got along quite well, and they were one of the few friends of Kong Yizhen in the squadron.

When Wang Fuxiang saw Kong Yizhen, he exclaimed in surprise: "Consultant Kong—"

Kong Yizhen smiled at him, pushed with his right hand, and closed the car door.

"Xiangzi."

Holding the lunch box in his hand, Wang Fuxiang didn't know who was making the food for him. He walked a few steps quickly, followed Kong Yizhen who was walking slowly, and asked, "Consultant Kong, are you coming back to work?"

Kong Yizhen shook his head, "I'll come and get something."

Wang Fuxiang slammed his head without a military cap with his free hand, "Look at me stupid! How can you come back to work at this point!"

Kong Yizhen smiled, and pointed to the lunch box in his hand, "Doing work again? This time, which slob is bullying you again!"

Wang Fuxiang rubbed his nose and eyes and smiled. He pouted towards the approaching office building, "It's Mrs. Guoguo! She came to see the captain and didn't have time to eat."

Kong Yi really slowed down a bit, she lowered her head, stared at the slender figure drawn by the light on the ground, concentrated for a while, and asked softly: "Isn't Captain Yue resting today?"

She had seen the squadron's schedule, so she chose this time to come. Unexpectedly, she still couldn't avoid it.

"Rest? How can it be possible to rest? Since you asked for leave, the special service squadron has no holidays!" Wang Fuxiang sighed, "This winter, there is little snow and dryness, and fire accidents occur frequently. It's night."

"Thank you." The Secret Service Squadron is a sharp knife of the fire brigade. Dangerous and dangerous tasks are usually placed on them.

When Kong Yizhen went up the stairs, her center of gravity was lost, and her body was tilted, and she was about to fall. Fortunately, Wang Fuxiang supported her in time.

"Thank you." Her heart was beating violently, but she knew it wasn't all palpitations caused by stepping on empty stairs.

Wang Fuxiang stood with her at the corner of the first and second floors. There was a silence between them for a few seconds, and Wang Fuxiang suddenly asked her, "Consultant Kong, are you leaving our squadron?"

Kong Yizhen raised his eyes with a complex expression, looked at Wang Fuxiang who was hesitant, and said slowly: "You have heard it too."

"Well, Staff Officer Kong, do you have to leave? Do you think our squadron is not good?" Wang Fuxiang asked.

Kong Yizhen bit her dry lips, biting a bit of pain, she lowered her eyes and replied: "It's not that the squadron is bad, it's my personal problem."

"Then... is that because of Mrs. Guoguo? Captain Yue has her, so I treat you..." Wang Fuxiang didn't go on, he knew that Staff Kong, whom he had always respected and admired, applied to join the Special Service Squadron because of Captain Yue. .

Kong Yizhen frowned slightly, "Xiangzi, don't ask, okay? I'm definitely leaving, so it's useless to talk more."

Wang Fuxiang had a sad expression on his face, he turned his face away, stared at the propaganda slogans on the wall for a while, and then said: "No matter where you go, I hope you will be happy and don't worry about it anymore. and angry."

Kong Yi's heart felt hot. She looked at Wang Fuxiang moved, and patted him on the shoulder, "Thank you, Xiangzi. I also wish you all the best, and go home as soon as possible to reunite with my old father."

Wang Fuxiang joined the army from a rural village in a neighboring province. His mother died early, and his elderly father worked on a few acres of Susukida. He also had an older sister who had passed the county’s top prize. In order for him to study, her older sister dropped out of school early and married. Now, my sister has a son and a daughter under her knees, and she and her husband do grocery shopping in the town for a living.

If it wasn't for him back then, my sister would have had a completely different life, but unfortunately, she couldn't change her destiny in this life.

Wang Fuxiang owes a lot to his sister, that's why he admires the knowledgeable Kong Yizhen so much. In his view, Kong Yizhen is like the selfless and loving elder sister. He respects her and wants her to live well.

Speaking of his old father, Wang Fuxiang smiled honestly: "The captain has allowed me to leave! I will leave at the age of 28. My sister and I have talked on the phone!"

"Really, that's great." Kong Yizhen was really happy for Wang Fuxiang.

"Hehe...hehe." Wang Fuxiang squinted his eyes and smiled brightly. After laughing a few times, he felt lost. He scratched his head in embarrassment, and pointed to the stairs, "Consultant Kong, let's go up."

When passing by Yue Tingchuan's office, the first thing he heard was hearty and joyful laughter.

The silver bell-like female voice mixed with the deep and deep male voice, swirled and oscillated in the small space on the second floor.

Kong Yizhen pursed his lips, lowered his eyes, and walked over quickly.

But Wang Fuxiang was stunned for a while, then withdrew his hand in mid-air, and knocked on the dark door in front of him instead.

"Report--"

The laughter inside disappeared instantly.

Wang Fuxiang blinked his eyes, wondering if he had an auditory hallucination, the door suddenly opened, and a smiling round face protruded from the inside.

"Comrade Xiangzi, I'm sorry to trouble you!" Mi Guo turned her bright eyes, took the lunch box from Wang Fuxiang, and opened the lid to smell the food.

She sighed contentedly, turned her head to a corner that Wang Fuxiang couldn't see, and said, "Yue Tingchuan, the food in your cafeteria is too delicious, especially this sweet and sour short rib, which tastes extremely authentic, and it is simply better than our funeral home Master Li!"

Yue Tingchuan's smiling voice came from inside: "Oh? Really?"

"Of course, we decided so happily. From now on, I'll hang out with you!" Miguo blinked mischievously.

Another burst of hearty laughter floated over from Yue Tingchuan, "I wish I could!"

Mi Guo dragged Wang Fuxiang into the room, "Xiangzi, come in and eat with us. I also brought your favorite snacks."

Wang Fuxiang grabbed the door frame and refused, "I'm full. As for the sweet and sour short ribs you mentioned, I ate three servings, and I can't hold it anymore."

Even if he was killed, he would not dare to be a light bulb at this time.

Mi Guo saw that he was embarrassed, so he went into the room and took out the snack bag, and stuffed it into Wang Fuxiang's arms, "It's interesting, it's all what you like to eat."

Wang Fuxiang laughed foolishly, thanked Mrs. Guoguo, and ran away.

(End of this chapter)