At that moment, the cigarette in his mouth suddenly stopped smelling, and a faint smile flashed in Song Ju's dark eyes.

He pinned the cigarette behind his ear and asked, "Is it convenient?"

Si Wei didn't understand what he meant for a while, and picked up the last note "um".

The person on the other end of the mobile phone, his eardrum was crisp and numb, and it was obviously such a casual tone, but it unexpectedly made Song Ju'an feel like he was being charged with electricity all over his body.

He deliberately made it bad and didn't remind her.

The two of them spent a few seconds quietly, and Si Wei had already reacted: "Do you mean the house?" I slept with Xu Heyan, and I also asked the other household who shared the house, she had to come back at the end of the year on a business trip, and if you stayed at night, you could sleep on the sofa in the living room. ”

That's right, it's sleeping on the couch......

Song Ju'an couldn't cry or laugh a little, he rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Okay, I know." ”

"Hmm. ”

Ending this topic, Song Juan was reluctant to hang up the phone, and talked nonsense about the question: "Have you eaten?"

"No, I'm looking up news about the collapse of the hotel. Si Wei patiently replied to him, his fingertips sliding lightly on the touchpad, "The search and rescue operation has been half a month, and it is not over yet......

She spoke softly and softly, and didn't seem to mind sharing her work with the people on the other end.

Even willing to say a lot of irrelevant things.

And she would never do this to others, these changes, even Siwei herself did not realize it.

Song Ju'an leaned against the wall, curled the corners of his lips, and listened to the voice coming along the current, and couldn't help but feel soft.

The depression and irritability of this morning were all dispelled under her gentle tone.

She was like the stars, shining into his shattered world.

It was, and it is.

Si Wei occasionally stopped, and Song Ju'an would talk about his feelings in due course, giving her inspiration for writing.

This phone call took more than half an hour before I knew it.

"Let's do it first, and feel free to call if you have any questions. Song Ju'an endured the desire to continue: "Remember to eat, hang up." ”

As soon as Si Wei wanted to say yes, he felt a force in his shoulder.

"Weiwei, haven't you eaten yet?"

On the other end of the phone, Song Ju'an was waiting for her to hang up, but he couldn't hear the man's voice, and it was called "Weiwei".

He suddenly looked like a lit chicken feather, opening his mouth to brush up on his presence, but then there was only a busy sound of "toot" in his ears.

He removed his phone from his ear and stared at the screen for a long time, unable to vent his grievances.

Si Wei put down the phone and looked at the hand on his shoulder, with discomfort in his eyes.

Zhou Chen naturally withdrew his hand, "Do you want to go down and eat together?"

"No need. Si Wei said without moving, "I'll order takeout later." ”

In addition to work, she is often this detached and indifferent look, and Zhou Chen is getting used to it, so she smiled and nodded.

Before leaving work in the evening, Si Wei and Zhou Chen received the first interview list, a total of three people.

"This episode of the program is in a hurry, and we strive to release it before next Friday, so two days after tomorrow, the two of you will carefully sort out the accident information, and the manuscript should be completed as soon as possible. "The boss gives the order.

After that, we decided on the content of the interview for next Monday, and it was time to get off work.

In the elevator, Zhou Chen put his hands in his pockets, his eyes behind the glasses looked straight ahead, and the afterglow quietly fell on the person next to him.

Si Wei stared thoughtfully at the numbers beating on the indicator screen, and she was petite, leaning against the corner with no sense of existence.

The elevator descended silently to the first floor, and when he walked outside, Zhou Chen said in a formulaic tone: "Do you know Song Ju'an on the interview list?"

"We are friends. Walking to the door, Siwei responded generously.

This time it was Zhou Chen's turn to stand still, and his face suddenly became ugly, he was gentle and elegant in front of people, and he would never show this attitude.

Siwei walked in front of him and couldn't help but look back, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Chen quickly changed his expression, shook his head with a smile, as if the person just now was not him.

"Nothing. Have you known each other for a long time?"

He changed very quickly, but Si Wei still caught the trace of displeasure, stared at him for a long time, and said, "Editor-in-chief, this problem has nothing to do with work. ”

She has always had something to say, and she doesn't care if she chokes people.

Zhou Chen's expression was blank for two seconds, even if he had already seen her straightforward ability, he was deflated on this issue, as if he was being warned by her not to try to interfere in her private life.

"Then you go home and be safe. Thinking of nothing else, Zhou Chen could only say goodbye.

"See you tomorrow. Si Wei didn't stop, walked down the steps, and after walking a short distance, he suddenly turned around: "Editor-in-chief, you still call me Si Wei." ”

Her voice was neither light nor heavy, but it fell in Zhou Chen's ears like a muffled thunder, smashing him so that he couldn't react, and even the other party didn't wait for his response, and walked away.

On the way back, Swei was still thinking about his last words.

Colleagues don't call each other by their first names, but Siwei thinks that her name is a double character, even if she is called by her full name, it is nothing.

On the contrary, Zhou Chen called her like that, which was really awkward, as if they were very familiar.

As soon as her thoughts turned, she remembered Song Ju'an again, as if the call hadn't ended when Zhou Chen called her "Weiwei" at noon.

At the same time as the sound of the station sounded, Si Wei couldn't help but open his eyes, and the emotions that lingered in his heart continued to accumulate.

When he got home, as soon as he opened the door, he smelled the smell of food.

"I haven't eaten yet, wash my hands, I'm still hot in the pot for your share." ”

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the old man came out of the inner room and hurried into the kitchen.

Si Wei washed his hands and sat down at the table, the aroma of the hot meal rising to the tip of his nose.

"Isn't He Yan coming back tonight?" the old man asked as he watched her eat, seeing that it was not too early.

"She had surgery tonight and can't come back. ”

"Oh. ”

The old man smiled all night, and Si Wei had a lack of expression, and he didn't want to be too indifferent, so he occasionally cooperated with a smile.

After cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks after the meal, the old man asked tentatively: "Weiwei, did Ju'an contact you today?"

Siwei snorted and added, "You can stay here for a while, and he will come back to accompany you every week in the future." ”

Hearing this, the old man said yes again and again, and his eyes shone brightly.

On that wrinkled face, the light was very conspicuous.

Si Wei couldn't tell how she felt, and the old man obviously didn't recognize her.

But as for her, as if under the enthusiastic care of the old man, she was biased towards her a little bit, and at the same time, there was a voice in her heart that kept reminding her that she should stand in Song Ju'an's position.

It's sympathy, it's empathy, at least in terms of family affection, they haven't been consummated, and this common ground pulls Siwei closer to each other.

In the middle of the night, Si Wei lay on the bed and tossed and turned, fumbling to turn on the bedside wall lamp, she turned on her mobile phone, and her fingertips stayed on the top call record column.

The faint light shone on her serious and small face, and she thought about it for a while, but after all, she just wrote a note and saved the number, turned over and fell asleep.

At this time, the alarm sounded in the Nancheng District Fire Squadron, and everyone ran downstairs to the fire garage as fast as possible.

On the way to the fire point, the fire lane was blocked, and the team members got out of the car to notify the owner to move the car, which was delayed for more than ten minutes, and the road was cleared before they could continue to move forward.

The fire point is a four-story residential building, and the fire is not small, and it has a tendency to climb upward.

A group quickly connected the hose and water tanker, stood downstairs and washed the water against the south window, temporarily suppressed the fire, and black smoke billowed out.

Song Ju'an and several other firefighters had a brief understanding of the internal house type, made a battle plan, confirmed the number of trapped people to the community staff, and then led people upstairs to search.

The fire grew fierce, gushing up from the window.

Climbing up to the fourth floor in one go, Song Ju'an gestured, leaving three people behind, and the other four followed Zheng Zhi to inspect the rest of the room.

There were no calls for help in the fire room, and the owner of the house reported the incident 20 minutes ago, and most of them are now unconscious.

The door was closed, and it was made of sheet metal, which was new and strong, and it was difficult to break it by force.

"Captain, do you want to stop asking people to bring tools?" asked Da Jiang.

Song Ju'an stepped back and observed the surrounding rooms, combined with the floor plan he checked before coming up, he thought of a key point.

At this time, Jung Sik led people to rescue a trapped person from the next room.

Song Ju'an locked the house and strode into the room, the smoke in the room was hazy, and he couldn't tell the direction.

He kept walking in, went to the balcony, leaned on the concrete wall, leaned over to check next door, and sure enough, that house also had a balcony.

Song Ju'an tore off the safety rope wrapped around his waist while visually measuring the distance, tied the tail end to the railing, climbed onto the cement platform and jumped hard, his body flew outward, and his hands grabbed the edge of the target balcony, and the whole person was suspended in the air.

The air breather continued to exhale, Song Ju'an stared at the high cement wall, kicked his legs hard, and successfully climbed into the balcony.

The smoke in the living room was an accident caused by a fire in the kitchen, Song Juan opened the door from the inside, and Da Jiang brought people in to lay a hose to extinguish the fire.

The fire was effectively controlled, Song Juan walked into the kitchen with a fire extinguisher on his back, there was too much smoke inside, and he went in to find the gas canister that was still spewing fire.

On the other end, Da Jiang found the trapped hostess in the bedroom, handed it over to others to send down, and drove away in two ambulances.

In the kitchen, Song Ju'an covered the fire above the gas tank with a wet rag, and then poured water on the outer cylinder to cool it down until the flame was extinguished, and then closed the valve, and the hidden danger in the house was completely removed.

Extinguishing the fire, Zheng Yan beckoned everyone to call it a day, and at this moment, someone outside the cordon shouted: "There is a child on the third floor?"

Hearing the voice, everyone present looked in one direction.

Sure enough, there was a little girl sitting on the verandah, looking downstairs with curious eyes.

The crowd was so frightened that they screamed.

Zheng Yan's eyes locked on the small one, and hurriedly picked up the walkie-talkie: "Everyone in the building pay attention, there is a little girl on the balcony of the northernmost resident on the third floor." ”

As soon as he finished his report, the little girl shook her legs in the air, her body shaking, and the onlookers exclaimed.

In the boiling voice, a black figure flew down from the balcony on the fourth floor, and at the last moment, stepped on the edge of the balcony with both feet, reached out to hug the girl, and entered the house at the moment of dodging.

The man put his arms around the child, rolled twice on the ground, and stopped against the glass door.

Zheng Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and a report came from the walkie-talkie: "The girl's arm is scratched, and I will take her to the hospital to bandage her in a while." ”

It was Jung Sik who saved people.

Since the search and rescue at the Wentz Hotel is not over, the ambulance cannot be vacated, and the daily firefighting will not be as before, with ambulance personnel waiting at any time.

Zheng Zhi got up with the child in his arms, and saw the broken pieces of glass, the sharp edges were stained with blood, and then looked at the small stool standing on the side of the balcony.

When he rescued someone just now, Zheng Zhi was cut in the abdomen, so he handed the child over to Song Ju'an to take away.

Before Jung Sik left, a mobile phone rang in the living room.

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When it was dawn the next day, Si Wei got up to wash up, changed into sportswear and went out, but the door was only opened a little, and she found it a little difficult to open.

Si Wei pushed hard, but before he could step out, he looked down and saw Song Ju'an leaning against the door panel, and his whole body was leaning against the bottom of the door due to her movements.

He was dressed in black casual clothes, with long legs curled and a tired look.

"Song Ju'an, why are you sleeping here?" Si Wei squatted down and shook his shoulders tentatively.

The sleeping person snorted, not only did not wake up, but grabbed her wrist and easily dragged the person in front of him.

Swei was defenseless, her face almost hitting his left breast, and she reflexively closed her eyes.

Until she heard the steady breathing, she slowly got up, and her eyes fell back on Song Ju'an's face.

He woke up leisurely at the moment, his eyes were not clear, and even a little deep and confused, and his palm wrapped around her slender wrist, rubbing it a little ambiguously.

At the same time, he raised his eyes to stare at her, and that look seemed to seduce her soul.

Si Wei was stunned by his staring, and wanted to pull his hand back, but in the next second, he was pulled into his arms with irresistible force, and when it hit his chest, a faint smell of tobacco came to his nose.