The sun was shining on this day, and it was a good day for physical fitness assessment.

Dozens of firefighters lined up at the training site, and Song Ju'an was dressed in a blue uniform with a standard hat buttoned over his head, blocking the sunlight and casting a shadow on his resolute face.

The last test was an obstacle course, and with the scorching sun, the team members were sweating profusely at the moment, so they were still standing there upright.

After recording the results, Song Ju'an gave a look, and the ten in the front row were ready to lie down together.

As soon as he whistled, ten people began together, each movement being called a standardized one.

There is a road from the gate to the playground, and Zheng Yan did not forget to introduce the training routine of the camp along the way, and Si Wei silently wrote it down.

"Sister Weiwei, there is another person I have to give you a vaccination first. ”

Si Wei was stunned for a moment, and his brain was already running rapidly: "Your captain?"

Zheng Yan snapped his fingers, "That's right, he's not only strict with us, but also with others. For example, he doesn't like people to talk too much, especially if they don't have any useful words, he only says everything once, in other words, the listener has to be a little smart, and most importantly, you have to be the kind that is pleasing to his eyes. ”

Si Wei just smiled when she heard it, she was not a person who talked much, and even if it was not pleasing to the eye, the captain could still train herself as a firefighter?

Thinking of this, she thought of something else, glanced at the drawing book, and sighed in her heart.

I hope it's not too difficult to deal with......

When he arrived outside the training ground, the assessment inside was still continuing, and his eyes swept over the group of people one by one, and Siwei noticed the man standing at the front.

He took a stopwatch and a recording board, glanced at the team members who were laying the hose with weights, and then recorded the time according to the meter.

Zheng Yan returned to the team for training, Si Wei found a cool place, took out a piece of paper from his sketchbook, and sat down on the ground.

The assessment process is not all tense and boring, Si Wei will hear applause from time to time, of course, it is all short and neat three times.

She is taking advantage of her free time to draw portraits of people in her sketchbook, sometimes stopping her pen, closing her eyes and recalling for a few seconds, and then erasing the inappropriate lines.

At noon, Song Ju'an whistled, and everyone lined up, even if they were tired and sweaty, they didn't dare to slack off.

Zheng Zhi, the vice captain of the team, was responsible for reporting the results, "Hou Guang hurdles 16.5 seconds, and 20 seconds and 3 ...... with weights"

Next to him, Song Ju'an stood with his hands in his hands, walked a few steps unhurriedly, and glanced at individual players with slightly worse grades.

After all the reports were finished, when it was his turn to make a summary, Song Juan was silent for a while, and finally only said the word "disbandment" briefly.

Si Wei closed the painting book and got up at the right time, and the team members came out of the training ground one after another, and everyone was gone, so she searched for Zheng Yan's shadow, and behind her was the "captain".

When the person approached, she smelled the sweat sensitively, but she did not see fatigue on the other party's face, and she did not move except for silent admiration.

At this moment, the sun is the most poisonous time, Rao is standing under the tree, Si Wei can't help lowering his eyes slightly, and people seem to be groggy.

The distance was closing, and the captain stood still in front of her, the sun shining through the leaves, and Swei could feel a burning sensation scattered on his face.

Endured the inexplicable feeling of stuffiness in her chest, she raised her eyebrows inch by inch, her gaze fixed on the man's face, those eyes were hidden under the brim of her hat, and she couldn't see it very clearly.

"Captain, this is Si Wei who came to our camp to collect materials. Zheng Yan introduced as soon as possible, "Sister Weiwei, he is our squadron leader Song Ju'an." ”

At that moment, Si Wei's hand that he was about to stretch out was so stiff that he forgot to react, and just subconsciously repeated the name "Song Ju'an".

At the same time, Song Ju'an raised his head a little more, which was enough to make the pair look more direct.

Neither of them spoke, but as they looked at each other quietly, many images flashed like flashes of light, from guessing to having an answer.

......

After the death of her father, Swei's life has undergone many changes, such as the sudden return of her mother, who divorced her father a few years ago, and also took on the responsibility of taking care of her.

In the sophomore year of high school, it was suddenly decided by his mother that Siwei transferred to a closed private school, and he still had to study and live step by step in the face of many discomforts.

After that accident, she became untalkative, had a single facial expression, was often lukewarm, and was an arrogant and unsociable person in the eyes of her classmates.

One day, Si Wei came back from the hot water room, and when he entered the door, he was greeted by his own messy bed, and the quilt and pillows were all thrown on the ground.

The roommates were laughing around a girl on another bed, flipping through her picture album in their hands, and when they saw her come in, they were even more unscrupulous.

Siwei put down the pot and walked over to the girls.

"Gurgle!" the bed frame shook, and a tall girl stood up, snatched the album from the other girl's hand, tore off the page violently, and threw the album at Swei's feet.

She stopped, leaned over and picked it up.

Others looked at each other and closed the door.

"It's no wonder that they usually ignore us, it turns out that they are hiding behind their backs to do research. ”

Si Wei turned around to pick up the quilt, and was preempted by a few girls before he reached out.

She gritted her teeth, stood up straight, and said seriously, "You guys are thinking too much. ”

The girl didn't give up, grabbed her arm directly, and unfolded the torn drawing paper: "There is a black mole on the right side of her face, she wears heavy makeup, she walks in a shaky manner, she is often hunched, and I am painted on it." ”

"Don't quibble, we've seen all the pictures on it. ”

"You don't know, I heard that our new classmate had a nickname at his old school, and most of it was related to the album. ”

Si Wei clenched the album tightly and remained silent.

"And a nickname?" someone came to be interested.

The girl approached Si Wei with her hands around her chest, clearly provocative: "Little blind man." ”

Her voice is not loud, but it makes people hear it really, and some people have already laughed when the words fall.

In fact, it is often said that face blindness, you must rely on details to remember the people around you, so as not to be embarrassed. ”

"My mom is a doctor, and I heard her say that people with this kind of defect have problems here. ”

Si Wei stared at the girl who was talking like an electric shock, and the other party was obviously not shocked, and pointed to his head demonstratively.

This incident has brought the already ordinary relationship between classmates to a freezing point, and the only thing to be thankful for is that the school has strict management, and there have been no bad school bullying incidents, and cold violence is inevitable, including the "little blind man" has also spread in the same grade.

The following week was full of problems, the homework handed in was stolen back to the desk, resulting in the deduction of credits, the school uniform gown was painted with ugly patterns, the hair was tied to the bed bar, and the scalp hurt when I woke up in the morning......

In order to adjust the depressed life at school, Siwei reported the school's painting art class, and all of them came with a foundation, so the first class was to test the students' skills, and the topic was arbitrary.

"Bang bang bang. ”

The studio door was pushed open, and in came a tall and thin boy, dark blue shirt and jeans, one hand in his pocket, his hair was well groomed, and the cord of his forehead was half covered.

The movement he made was not small, attracting the attention of all the classmates to him.

The students continued, left their names after drawing, and left. ”

The teacher left a sentence and slipped away with his bag, but the boy at the door sat on the stool in front of him on his behalf, took a piece of chalk and wrote and drew on the blackboard.

Siwei began to fix the drawing board, only to hear the whispers of junior classmates next to him.

"Who is this boy, he doesn't even wear a school uniform, and he looks like he's dragging. ”

"Song Ju'an, the boss. ”

"Boss?"

"Yes, it's mainly about fighting. But you know the rotten mouth at the east gate of our school, that time a girl sneaked out in the dark, and she was almost killed by someone, but Song Ju'an ran into it, and she cleaned up and sent people to the police station. ”

Si Wei couldn't help but look up, and the eyes of the people looked more like incredible.

The following began to buzz and talk, a bit of an intensification.

The boy turned around quietly, the broken hair on his forehead half covered his eyebrows, the expression on his face was not playful or serious, and the bottom of his eyes seemed to be smiling rather than smiling.

When the others quieted down and looked at him, they made a silent gesture again, and even deliberately "shhh

Looking at this scene, Si Wei had mixed feelings, this is considered a "Israeli servant"?

She couldn't figure out these twists and turns, and it was undeniable that this person knew the girl's mind very well.

After that, Song Ju'an stood by the window, the sunlight sprinkled all over the studio, refracting his shadow on the ground, and suddenly hiding his sharp edge.

When the sun was setting, only Song Ju'an was left in the studio to collect the picture, and he should have received the next one, but he went to see the previous one with some hindsight.

In the painting, a man is standing by the window, with a cigarette in his mouth, and if it weren't for the OK band, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to see it.

Looking at the extra cigarette that came out of thin air and fit his mind, Song Juan licked his back molars, and then turned his eyes to see the signature in the lower right corner, the handwriting was beautiful and durable.

"Swei. When I read this name, my heart seems to be lazy and comfortable.

......

Song Ju'an deliberately went to the cafeteria to choose a few good dishes, and found a quiet place for Si Wei to eat.

Afraid that she would be embarrassed, he used the excuse of going back to the dormitory to change clothes first.

Due to his profession, Song Ju'an moved quickly, but he didn't move when he went out and stood in the corridor.

He frowned a few times, his fists clenched and loosened, even when he entered and exited the fire, he had never had such a complicated and incomprehensible mood - unprecedented exhaustion and surprise.

After all the chaotic thoughts flashed in his mind, Song Ju'an still sent a message to Zheng Zhi.

In the afternoon, Zheng Zhi led the people to visit the camp, from the political and educational building to the fire garage, and briefly introduced the daily training items.

Si Wei was confused at the beginning, but now he is half-understood, and when he passed by the playground, he found that there were still people running.

"Captain Song suffered a leg injury when he was fighting fires a few months ago, and he took a month's leave and returned to the team yesterday. No, train whenever you have time. ”

Zheng Zhi's explanation, Si Wei only knew who it was, and on the other hand, his attention was also attracted by the "leg injury".

She was stunned for a while, and then asked Zheng Zhi: "Was it the injury you suffered when you were fighting fires before?"

"It's not, the two of us came to the special service in the same year, and I definitely know if he gets injured on a mission. ”

The implication is only clear to Song Ju'an himself.

Zheng Zhi answered the phone, and after hanging up, he had to leave, "I'll let the captain send you back later, it may be difficult to call a taxi here when it's late." ”

Swei nodded.

Song Ju'an ran a few laps, plus he practiced a lot of events at the training ground an hour ago, and now his body is soaked with sweat. At this time, the mobile phone in his trouser pocket vibrated twice, and as soon as he slowed down, he noticed footsteps behind him.

Thinking it was the other team members, he moved to the inner runway, and two seconds later, it was Siwei who followed.

Song Ju'an's head was shocked, and his expression did not fluctuate: "Zheng Zhi won't send you back?"

Si Wei changed his tone and replied, "He has something to do, let you send it to me." ”

Song Ju'an stopped running, Si Wei didn't pay attention, and ran two steps forward before being dragged back.

"Let's go?"

Si Wei stopped and felt tired, rested with his hands on his knees for a while, and replied lightly: "No, I made an appointment for a car, and it will be there in 5 minutes." ”

In the end, Song Ju'an still sent someone to the door.

"Is there anything else you'd like to know about firefighters?" said in a formulaic tone.

Si Wei glanced at him: "Not for the time being." After a pause of two seconds, he asked, seemingly unintentionally, "If there is, can I find you?"

Perhaps touched by her generosity, Song Juan looked at her and smiled lightly: "Of course you can." ”

At this moment, Si Wei had a chance to take a closer look at him.

Song Ju'an wore a half-sleeve on his upper body, plus an afternoon of training, his clothes were close to his sturdy body, and his lower body was a corseted training trousers, and the whole person stood very tall and straight in front of her.

may have a "fireman" filter, but now I see that he has no evil spirit, his facial features are tough and upright, his eyebrows and eyes are black, and he has short and medium hair, and he has a vivid heroic spirit.

There was a wind, and Si Wei took advantage of the wind to blow the hair from the corners of his eyes, and the time car was almost there.

She tugged the corners of her lips slightly, looked at Song Ju'an, and mustered up the courage to speak in the noisy wind: "Pay attention to safety when you go out on a mission." ”