hello fireman

Chapter 194
Man-made disaster!

It was a man-made disaster!
An indescribable indignation quickly accumulated in his chest, faintly threatening to explode.Yue Tingchuan clenched his fists tightly and did not continue to question.

Kong Yizhen's identity is subtle, and it has reached his limit to be able to reveal so much.

She hesitated to speak, but still swallowed the words that came to her lips.

What she wanted to say was that the explosion at the Linghe Chemical Plant was far from being as simple as it appeared on the surface.

She can't say or do anything without solid evidence.

The two were silent for a while, and Yue Tingchuan reminded Kong Yizhen: "Tomorrow is Xiangzi's memorial service, can you come?"

Kong Yizhen replied sadly, "I will definitely be there."

Yue Tingchuan looked at the team waiting for him in the distance, and said, "Then I'll go back first, the squadron still has a lot of things to do."

"Okay, see you tomorrow then."

"See you tomorrow."

After Yue Tingchuan left, Kong Yizhen walked round and round the detachment's playground until her feet became stiff and her back was sweating, then she grabbed the tree trunk by the side of the road and fell powerlessly on it.

"Xiangzi...Xiangzi." She murmured, tears dripping down her cheeks onto the strong tree trunk.

After Wang Fuxiang died, she still couldn't face this cruel fact.The huge sense of guilt in her heart tormented her every minute and every second. She knew that Xiangzi's old father and sister had arrived in City A, but she couldn't muster up the courage to face them.

Walking to the parking lot with heavy steps, Kong Yizhen's cell phone rang.

The moment she saw Lai Xian, her eyelids twitched, and she pressed the call button almost impatiently, and asked in a hurried voice: "Who are you! Can we have an interview? I can keep it a secret for you! I promise! "

It was the mobile phone number of the anonymous whistleblower before the chemical plant explosion. She called this number countless times to get some more valuable clues, but the phone was always turned off and she couldn't get in touch.

I didn't expect that he would take the initiative to call.

The other party was silent for a while, and said in a deliberately lowered and changed voice: "We don't need to meet. I have sent the things you want to the special service squadron by express. In addition, don't trust anyone in the expert team, anyone Don't believe it easily."

Don't trust the people in the expert group, including her teacher?

Kong Yizhen felt a trace of real fear, and was about to ask, but heard a beeping busy tone coming from his ear.

She hurriedly called back, but it became the recording of the phone that had been turned off.

She stood there for a while, hesitating whether to tell her father Kong Shuming the anonymous person's number and ask him to help check it.But she immediately rejected the idea.She couldn't tell the specific reason, or from the very beginning, her feelings towards the anonymous whistleblower were very complicated and subtle.I don't know if it's because the facts he reported before have basically been confirmed in the later stage. In short, she finally chose to trust.

Thinking of what he sent, Kong Yizhen couldn't help speeding up and ran towards her white car.

The sixth day of the new year.

City A funeral home.

The curtain hangs lightly, and the green pine is sad.

The condolence hall is solemn and solemn, and the mourning and joy are low.

Above the farewell hall hangs a banner mourning Wang Fuxiang, Song Qingshan and other nine martyrs, and in the center of the interior there is a portrait of the nine martyrs. The bright red party flag.

The memorial service was simple and grand, and the whole process lasted no more than 10 minutes.

A lot of time was left for the relatives who bid farewell to the martyrs and the firefighters or ordinary people who came to mourn.

Wang Fuxiang's family made a request. They wanted to see the cosmetologist who repaired his son's body. In addition, they also wanted to see Kong Yizhen, the fire prevention staff of the squadron, who his son always mentioned on the phone, who cared about him like his sister.

In a lounge of the funeral parlor, Mi Guo was brought to Wang Fuxiang's family by Yue Tingchuan himself. After a while, Kong Yizhen in military uniform also walked in.

Mi Guo and Kong Yizhen exchanged glances, and Kong Yizhen placed a bunch of yellow and white chrysanthemums in front of the portrait of martyr Wang Fuxiang.

Wang Fuxiang's father was a simple and honest farmer at first glance. When he saw Mi Guo and Mi Guo's white overalls, he was so excited that he couldn't describe it. He shook his voice and called his daughter to kowtow to his benefactor.

Mi Guo was so frightened that he hid behind Yue Tingchuan, and kept waving his hands, saying no, don't do this.

Yue Tingchuan helped Wang Fuxiang's elder sister in time, and he said to the old man, "This is out of the question now, uncle."

The old man held Yue Tingchuan's hand, tears streaming down his line, and his tone revealed endless sadness and grief, "Xiangzi can walk so decently, thanks to you, girl, and Captain Yue, you usually take care of Xiangzi and care about Xiangzi , Every time he calls, he mentions you. He said, he is in our squadron, and it is the pride of the old Wang family to say it! Now, he is gone, a hero. It’s about risking your life at critical moments.”

Yue Tingchuan said guiltily, "I failed to protect Xiangzi well. I'm sorry, uncle!"

The old man shook his head violently, "It's not your fault, it's not your fault. The son is promising, and he's gone to enjoy his fortune. I can't keep him. Uncle doesn't blame you, or anyone else."

Yue Tingchuan lowered his head with a heavy heart.

After that, the old man wanted to chat with Kong Yizhen alone for a while, and Yue Tingchuan went out with rice crackers.

"Let's wait." Yue Tingchuan was afraid that the old man would lose control of his emotions after seeing Kong Yizhen, so he decided to wait outside.

Probably due to the loss of his comrade-in-arms, Yue Tingchuan's mood was very low, he was speechless for a while, and then his sleeve was gently pulled by Miguo beside him, he turned his head and looked at the girl with a smile on his mouth, He asked her what was wrong with his eyes.

Seeing his seriousness, Miguo put away his smile, poked his chest with his fingers, and said, "Xiangzi is an optimistic and cheerful young man. After being burned like that, the corners of his mouth are still upturned, maintaining a hint of a smile. Say, You are so sad, don’t you feel uneasy about letting him go? You must have not looked carefully. His face today is actually a smiling face. What he wants everyone to remember is his appearance before he was alive, not his relatives and comrades-in-arms We are overly grieved over his passing. Yue Tingchuan, do you think what I said makes sense?"

Yue Tingchuan stared at the Miguo in front of him movedly, yes, he shouldn't show grief in front of Xiangzi, Xiangzi loves to smile so much, so cheerful, even if he leaves, what he hopes to see is everyone's smile instead of tears.

He raised his hand and touched Miguo's rosy cheek, "You are right, Guoguo. I was wrong."

Mi Guo pursed her lips with bright eyes and smiled, "If you make a mistake, you will be punished."

"How to punish?" he asked.

Mi Guo let out a sigh, rolled his black grape-like eyes, and said, "Punish you, punish you... come home with me for dinner the night after tomorrow!"

Since Du Baozhang came to provoke, Mi's parents' impression of Yue Tingchuan has also been discounted. In order to mend their relationship, Mi Guo especially begged Mi's father to allow Yue Tingchuan to come to his house for dinner and make amends.

Yue Tingchuan was worried about how to break through the defense line of Mi's parents. Mi Guo's friendship punishment directly solved his big problem.

He rubbed Mi Guo's ponytail, "Okay. I'll come pick you up then."

"What you say is what you say!" Miguo raised his palm.

"What you say is what you say." He met her palms, and finally, his fingers connected.

At this time, a familiar cry suddenly came from the lounge.

It's not Wang Fuxiang's father and sister, but Kong Yizhen, who was very calm and flat throughout the memorial service.

Mi Guo's expression changed, and he was about to go in, but Yue Tingchuan grabbed him, "Don't go."

Migo looked at him in surprise.

Yue Tingchuan shook his head, pulled Mi Guo back to his side, and clasped her little hand tightly.

"Let her cry, cry as much as you want, maybe you can unload the burden in your heart." Yue Tingchuan said.

He could hear that Kong Yi's real crying was different from the previous ones. This time, she was venting more, crying bitterly in the true sense.

After Xiangzi's accident, except for the one time she made a fuss in the emergency room, the Kong Yizhen he saw was always as strong as an iron man. She devoted herself to selfless work and almost forgot the time. The speed at which she lost weight was shocking, but The spirit is stronger than ever.

He knew that a person with her character must have accumulated a terrible amount of negative emotions in her body after encountering such a great psychological trauma.He has always been worried, fearing that her taut string will break one day. He is still trying to get through her heart knot, but he did not expect that Wang Fuxiang's family is actually the key to open the door of this heart.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Kong Yizhen's crying gradually subsided, and after a while, the door of the lounge was opened, and Kong Yizhen and Wang Fuxiang's sister walked out with the help of the old man.

Kong Yizhen had obviously cried, his eyes were swollen and red like peaches.

She stroked the portrait of Wang Fuxiang held in the arms of Wang Fuxiang's elder sister, and murmured affectionately, "Brother, rest in peace."

Yue Tingchuan pursed his resolute lips, stepped forward, and took the old man, "Uncle, I will take you there to wait for Xiangzi."

Wang Fuxiang was the first to be cremated, and the ashes should be picked up according to the time.

Before Yue Tingchuan left, he waved to Miguo, Miguo smiled at him and raised his hand to show him to be strong.

The hallway was quiet and dark.

Mi Guo looked at Kong Yizhen who was bowing his head in thought, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say to comfort her.

Just about to leave here quietly, she heard Kong Yizhen call her, "Mi Guo, can we talk?"

Mi Guo froze for a moment, then nodded, "Okay. Let's go outside, here, it's a bit..."

Kong Yizhen nodded, and followed Mi Guo out of the condolence hall, to the outside landscape area, in front of an antique gazebo, Mi Guo stopped.

"It's right here. It's here that Yue Tingchuan and I talked for the first time." Mi Guo said generously.

(End of this chapter)