Heart fire

dreamed of him again.

I've been dreaming about him frequently lately, more frequently than in the past five years.In the dream, I still met him in the crowd for the first time, and I still lost my mind when being called and forgot to call out, and then blushed, and because of this, I received his glance, and my heart was like a deer bumping around, bumping into a mess. Acacia tree, fragrant red silk, dizzy, chaotic.

I couldn't help but want to wake myself up.What to do, this is the first day.

The first unintentional touch of fingers, the first time I was caught off guard naked in a public bathroom, the first time I was hugged by him as a wounded person during training, I couldn’t help but secretly pray, the road is farther, the time is slower , please hold me longer.

He is so good-looking, I can't help but look at him more often.It's just that he doesn't know why his brows are always deeply furrowed, and there seems to be a heavy burden on his shoulders.He is always restrained, always unable to be happy, and unwilling to face up to his inner feelings. The only kiss that he couldn't help, was fleeting like a touch of water, but it made him fall into deep self-blame.He turned his back and said that this is wrong, we are all soldiers, we are all men, we can't and shouldn't.

But even so, no matter how many times he does it again, he is still willing to give up everything for him, stumbling after him, it doesn't matter if he is a little bit bitter or lonely, as long as he can follow him, a little longer, a little longer.

It's a pity that I didn't get what I wanted, and it's a pity that everything was short-lived, and I returned to that place like purgatory in a blink of an eye. The fragile floor was still creaking, and the air was still filled with the smell of burning.The surrounding scenes are sometimes bright because of the fire in the sky, and sometimes they are so dark that you can't see your fingers. Every time, you have to rely on him to lead and lead you to move forward bit by bit.I wanted to call his name and tell him to walk more slowly, but my throat was blocked.I wanted to speed up my pace and follow it tighter, but my legs were as heavy as lead.The more flustered, the more anxious, the farther and farther away.

"I'm so scared, I dare not go."

"Then you stay here and wait for me to come back."

A conversation repeated a million times.

I'm sorry, but I once patted my chest and promised brazenly, Lie Huo Hai, I will always walk in front of you.

This time, can you let me walk in front of you, let me prove to you that I am not a coward who only cries.

Why are not you talking?Why let go of my hand.I desperately want to keep you, but there is only a handful of ashes left in my palm, which will be blown away by the wind.

Tired?Stop and rest, wait for me, you say.But when he turned around to look, his arms were tightly clamped.

is it you?Who are you?Why can't I see clearly.You hurt me, I should feel the pain, because the grip is too tight, probably trying to crush my chest, rub my heart and lungs, and let me die painfully in suffocation.

"Instructor, where is my brother? Answer me! You killed him, right?"

"Why don't you die with him? Why live alone?"

sorry.You hate me to death.sorry.

The ground suddenly cracked.We are surrounded by flames, and the abyss lies beneath our feet.

You pushed me hard and pushed me down with endless hatred.As I watched, your figure became smaller and farther away in my pupils, until it fell into the flames and turned into ashes.Forever.

You hate me.In fact, I, like you, want to see him one more time.

...

When I woke up, my pillow and back were wet. I sat up and looked, and found that I had returned to the dormitory, lying on Xiang Yu's bed.

The window was opened a slit, the cool night breeze blew in, the curtains swayed slightly, and the soft moonlight leaked out.There are meals on the table, bowls upside down to keep warm, and a book under the weight.After opening it, there is no mapo tofu twice-cooked pork, but a bowl of white and fat soup dumplings, with a note next to it, saying that if you don't like it, you don't mix garlic and chili.Uncle Fang is too busy. I cooked it. I don’t know if it’s good or not, but it’s guaranteed to be cooked.

The words are beautiful, and the horizontal and vertical lines are full of atmosphere, but I don't know what to rush, and I don't even have a signature.

Xi Yang got up and washed his face with cold water, went back to the table, picked up the chopsticks and turned them over. The soup had been sucked up long ago, and the dumplings were too cold and stuck together, so he picked up a broken one.Sit down and eat while reminiscing, and then look at the time, it is already eleven o'clock in the evening.

My mind was dizzy, I just remembered that I seemed to forget that he was injured, and I told him to carry it on my back, and I heard him talk all the way to the cafeteria, I don't know what I was happy about, anyway, it was not the same as usual, Not the attitude of facing the superior, but as if chatting with a friend, the tone is pretending to be mature, but the words are full of childishness.

"Instructor, Uncle Fang's cooking today is very spicy, do you like spicy food?"

"do not like to eat."

"Oh, I don't like it very much either. Jiangzhou cuisine is not spicy, so I'll treat you to it when I have a chance."

"it is good."

"Instructor, you have a tiny spot on your lip that I only recently noticed. What is it?"

"It's a mole."

"Huh? It's actually a mole, so special."

"I broke my mouth when I practiced kung fu when I was a child. It seems that... a small stone was left in it. I can't remember it."

"Teacher."

"Ok?"

"You just spoke for a long time in one breath."

"Is that so? I've been infected by you."

"Your voice is so nice. You can sing, right? I can't, I'm tone deaf. Uncle Fang said that we have a party and everyone has to give a show. I thought about it, as long as I don't let me sing anything. But don't I don’t know how to memorize the laws of optics and heat, can I? Or I can do a little performance experiment..."

I don't remember it later, the memory is broken here.The dumplings are delicious, and the soup is also made in the south, but it will be better if it is hot.

next time?Looking forward to the next time.

...

The trainer is very light, and Zhou Tong didn't find it difficult to climb the stairs with him on his back, but the pain on his waist was severe.Before he had time to understand what had happened in the past day and night, he only noticed that the trainer seemed to be extremely tired, so he was happy that he took the initiative to ask for his help, and he used this to make up for the restlessness and guilt of the whole night.

He is really exhausted, Zhou Tong thought.Otherwise, why would he still be responding softly one second before, and suddenly there was no movement the next second.Breathing evenly in his ears, the arms that were originally wrapped around his chest also dropped unconsciously.The distance between the front and back was only a few hundred meters, but Zhou Tong walked slowly and seemed far away, so that halfway through, the people behind had already fallen asleep unknowingly.

Zhou Tong turned around and walked towards the dormitory on the other side with Xi Yang on his back.

After entering the room, he put the man on the lower bunk, lightly helped him take off his coat, shoes and socks, and covered him with a quilt.

The trainer's figure is thin but not weak, with firm muscles and well-defined abdominal muscles. Although he is not tall, his proportions are very good, especially the waist, which is narrow and thin, full of the beauty of strength.It's just that a pair of feet is really delicate for a man. The ankles are slender and graceful, the joints are not prominent, and the heels are very round. Under the white skin, the light blue blood vessels and bones are clearly visible. However, the ten white and neat toes It was as if they had been squeezed for a long time and inhumanely, and they were all distorted and deformed. At first glance, Zhou Tong was startled, but then he felt distressed.Thinking about it carefully, my adoptive father has worked as a firefighter all his life, and his feet are not like this. I don't know what kind of injury he suffered and how much suffering he suffered.

This is probably one of the prices he said.

I thought about it before leaving and still didn't turn on the air conditioner.The sun was about to set, and the temperature would cool down and the wind would rise in a while, so he opened the window to leave a gap to let fresh air in, and also wanted him to see a sunset, a moonlight, or a morning glow whenever he woke up.

Because he looked so lonely, and his dreams seemed sad.

...

After settling down, the trainer Zhou Tong rushed back to the cafeteria, and was shocked by the scene in front of him when he entered the door.Some people in the room fell asleep holding the bowls and chopsticks while eating, with a mouthful of food still in their mouths before they could swallow it.Some simply stopped eating, put two stools together and leaned against each other to sleep, and didn’t want to leave any further, and didn’t even bother to go back to the dormitory.Zhou Tong found Wu Wei and Ye Zheng by the table, and they were all asleep. In the end, Wen Yue told him the story of the fire, and he realized that the matter was so serious, and he almost lost it to the deputy team. life.

"You don't want to eat?" Wen Yue saw that Zhou Tong didn't intend to cook, so he showed him the food on his plate. "This cabbage is not too spicy."

Zhou Tong shook his head as he looked at the small portion of cabbage leaves stewed with dried chilies. "You can eat more. The trainer hasn't eaten yet. I want to send some to him. Is there any other non-spicy food?"

Wen Yue said: "Dumplings, Wu Wei and the others ate dumplings if they don't eat spicy food. You go to the back and see if there are any more."

When Zhou Tong heard this, he hurried into the back kitchen to find Lao Fang.Lao Fang pointed to the freezer: "I didn't cook much before, I finished it, so I have to cook some more by myself." He said and kicked the big plastic basket of vegetables: "I can't get rid of it for a while. hand."

"Then I'll borrow the kitchen for use, Uncle Fang, do you have any broth?" Zhou Tong took out a bag of three delicacies dumplings from the freezer, glanced around, saw that everything in the kitchen was complete, and asked Lao Fang: " Where is the instructor from?"

"It seems to be from the south. I can't remember exactly where it is." Lao Fang was doing his work while watching Zhou Tong wash his hands and cook the soup. When the soup boiled, he quickly chopped green onion and minced ginger, and scooped a spoonful of pork. Mix the oil with salt and light soy sauce, wave away the water vapor to drive the dumplings into the pan, then spread out a piece of egg skin, turn over and fry on both sides, cut into shreds after frying, don’t forget to add water to the pan halfway, let the dumplings roll Two or three times, each one floated up plumply.Then adjust the soup first, then scoop out the dumplings, and finally sprinkle egg shreds and green onion, all in one go, the soup is delicious and looks great.

"Excellent." Lao Fang was startled and gave a thumbs up sincerely. "It's the first time I've seen half-children who know how to cook. There are so many kids in our team, which one didn't learn how to cook two dishes after entering the army, and I can order my kitchen after just one frying."

Zhou Tong was a little embarrassed by the praise. He wanted to say that the children of the poor were already in charge of the family, but later he thought that his family was not very poor, but there was no one to take care of him.Don't say that Zhou Jian can't, and he won't be at home all year round.After my grandma got old, Zhou Yi has been cooking. When cooking, I asked him to help me and follow suit, so as not to leave in the future, and the old and the young will starve at home.

The same is forced by life, and the children of firefighters have to take charge of the family early.

The dumplings were made by Lao Fang with a few cooks in his spare time. They are big and full of stuffing, and they look appetizing.Taking advantage of the heat, Zhou Tong hurried back. Lao Fang called to stop him, took a big bowl and put it outside to insulate it from the heat. .

A bowl of soup dangled to the door and was still steaming.The door of the room was unlocked, and I didn't know whether to knock or not. After a moment of hesitation, I pushed the door open and went in. The person didn't wake up, turned over, and slept on his back instead of sleeping on his side. The quilt was tightly hugged in his arms, and only his head was exposed. , curled up into a shrimp, those who didn't know it thought it was too cold in the room.

It's better not to wake him up, and I am a little bit unwilling, and want to ask for a compliment.So I put down the dumplings and put them in a bowl, and found a pen and paper to leave a message for him. I'm sorry to ask for credit too bluntly and obviously, so I can only reveal the important point in a tactful and modest way: I cooked it myself.