Dressed in civilian clothes, Zhang Zhongting, who had just arrived, had not yet answered, and Political Commissar Cheng had already spoken.

"Finish! All get on the bus! ”

"Let's go first, and send it to the squad leader."

Zhang Zhongting patted Fang Huai's shoulder, glanced at the hearse again, sighed, expressed regret, then turned around and got into a car and ran to the next destination.

He wasn't responsible for coming to greet the hearse, but he was still busy, and he took the time to take a look, but he couldn't stay too long, and there was more work to save people waiting for him to do.

Fang Huai followed to get into the car, the comrades in the special service squad on the car were all veterans, their faces were serious and solemn, and no one cried.

However, when they got out of the intersection and saw the crowds on both sides, everyone began to cry.

They did not see how spectacular the hearse was when it departed from the place of departure.

How it is advertised on TV, they also do not see.

But the car began to go out, and the road section of dozens of meters on both sides was crowded with people.

On one side of the road, someone held a banner.

"The folks in my hometown welcome the hero home! Salute to the hero Wang Yunkun!"

Everyone was waving and seeing them off.

If the people in the black hearse had spirits, they could probably feel the temperature brought by the convergence of these gazes.

Because Fang Huai felt it, the soldiers accompanying the two squadrons and eleven fire trucks all felt it.

In those eyes, there is really warmth, and the car windows block the sound, but they can't isolate the concern and regret in the eyes of the masses.

On the side of the road, several old men wearing old 60s green military uniforms, hats, and brown armed belts stood together, raising their hands and saluting for a long time.

"I feel like my soul is going to be overwhelmed by their eyes." Someone in the car said something not very serious.

"Me too, really." Fang Huai looked out the window and couldn't help but reply.

Perhaps before, everyone was indignant about why he was not rated as a martyr, and paid more attention to the honor and treatment of firefighters.

But at this moment, everyone is sour at the tip of the nose for the comrade-in-arms who either knows or doesn't know.

The masses of the people, they think less, maybe they don't know what a martyr is, what is sacrifice in the line of duty, they only know that the young man died to save a child, so they are using their own way to see off the young man who is lying down.

……

Funeral parlor.

"I'm a baby... I'm a baby..."

"Yunkun... Why are you so stupid! ”

The side of the ice coffin is full of wreaths sent by various units, and it is also full of various yellow and white flowers, forming a "lay" character.

Wang Yunkun in the photo of the half-length military uniform standing at the end of the ice coffin quietly looked at the two women kneeling in front of the coffin, crying silently.

Wang Yunkun's father sat on the bench on the side to wipe his tears, and the leaders of the various units who were present before and after, under the guidance of the government office staff on the side, came up to offer condolences, and he nodded.

"This is the father of the hero Wang Yunkun, Uncle Wang, and this is Director Liu of Finance."

"Mourning... Wang Yunkun is a good comrade. ”

"Thank you, thank you for coming... Thanks to the government. ”

In the 40 days that Wang Yunkun rescued before, he probably thought of the situation at this time, and did not let his emotions collapse, and calmly talked to the people who came up to support the scene for his family.

But every time a man came up to praise his son, he could not hold back his tears.

The hall was scattered with people, relatives, people from the provincial fire, people from various units.

The only thing that has become an establishment is a table of young people, many of whom tearfully talked about how many stupid things Wang Yunkun had done and how many big drinks he had drunk before joining the army.

Ye Jiahong stood three meters away from the coffin, silently staring at the photo in front of the spirit, and his tears couldn't help but flow down in large numbers.

It was the people of Wang Yunkun's squadron who came late, and they should have been crying in the car for a while, and their eyes were red.

Ye Jiahong heard a familiar voice, turned around, and saw this row of people in military uniforms walking in, and finally broke down emotionally and shouted:

"What, why did you leave? Didn't you say that the situation is okay and it is very likely that you will wake up?! Why didn't anyone tell me? ”

Walking in front, a third-stage non-commissioned officer who had just controlled his face began to tremble on his face and voice at the same time:

"Last night... OK... Midnight... Rescue again... When we get to the hospital, there will be no people, no more..."

"Ahh Ye Jiahong shouted, and the two hugged each other, crying and patting each other's backs violently.

The people behind also rushed up.

A group of large men in large clothes were in the center of the hall, hugging in a circle, bowing their heads and crying.

The people next to him sighed.

These hot-blooded guys are the firefighters in navy blue and orange clothes when they found a fire on the side of the street and the car accident, when they met them on the road, they only saw their bravery, but today, they saw their vulnerability.

Wang Yunkun's children looked at the group of soldiers, and the sound of chatting stopped, and finally knew why Wang Yunkun didn't return home every year on vacation, and every time he called him to come out for a drink, he was out to visit his comrades-in-arms who were transferred everywhere.

It turned out that he was in the army, and he already had so many friends who could cry for him.

All the emotions and expressions in the hall were collected into the eyes of Fang Huai, who was standing on the side in a daze.

There are no memories between him and Wang Yunkun, although they are comrades-in-arms, they don't have so many irrepressible sadness, just admiration.

And if people get rid of their emotions and stand here and observe, they can't help but think about their lives, what they have done, what kind of people they have loved, how short their lives are, and how long their days were.

From the cot I slept in as I remembered, the green grass I played on, the education of my parents, the growth of school, the love I talked about, the friends I made, the sins I made, and the good deeds I did.

He had seen a sadistic little game called "Your Name" before.

A person, a pen, a blank piece of paper.

Write down the names of all the people you know as long as you can remember.

When you sort through the names according to the timeline, you will find that each name is a story, an experience.

Some people are gone, they will be sour when they write, some people have betrayed you, and when they write, their hearts are full of bitterness, some people used to have a good relationship with you, but they were lost in the long river of time, and some people are still by your side.

When you write these names from beginning to end, you feel like you're living all over again.

This feeling is called a marquee.

A 2001 medical study published in The Lancet conducted a large-scale follow-up of people who had been rescued from cardiac arrest:

What did you see in the last few minutes of your life?

Among them, 13% mentioned this "marquee" phenomenon, and those regrets and regrets that are too late in life will unfold in front of them.

Perhaps the brain will help the body extract memories in the last moments of life, allowing people to reminisce about the important moments and good times of life.

Fang Huai was reminiscing at this moment.

Just as his head kept flashing back.

Cao Yi walked up to his side and broke it with a loud voice:

"Fang Huai, you have a lot of ideas, you can help me think of a way to persuade Captain Ye, he is the captain, and the thirty brothers in a squadron need him to be responsible, but he is playing emotions with me, making trouble, if he has to do some fundraising, he has to stay here for three days.

The detachment's big exercise has been postponed for two days, but tomorrow and the day after tomorrow we will go to prepare, and there will be a big competition soon, what kind of nonsense is he talking about here? ”

Cao Yi may have made these complaints out of trust in Fang Huai and determined that Fang Huai was a recruit and had nothing to do with Wang Yunkun.

Others, Hao Chengbin, and some veterans, he didn't dare to say these words, people would think he was inhumane.

But the recent work pressure is too great, Ye Jiahong is picking on him at this time, and he has to find someone who can understand his emotions to vent.

Looking around blankly, this man was actually in the recruit pile.

Fang Huai smiled: "Instructor, a firefighter, you want him to go to work, just pull the alarm bell and let him get in the car, what do you advise?" ”

Cao Yi rolled his eyes: "Clean, the alarm bell is sounding here, you don't want to live anymore, be careful that your family will kill you." ”

Fang Huai glanced at him and coughed:

"Director Cao, I have a truth, do you want to hear it?"

Cao Yi looked at Fang Huai in surprise: "You say." ”

Fang Huai put his hands behind his back and said: "In the final analysis, you are too strong, you usually have to let Team Ye participate in the daily work of the squadron, and be closer to the squadron, you see, he is so close to others."

Team Ye is in that squadron, although he is not the commander, but maybe he has a greater sense of existence, you look at how much you have done other people's work, so that he has no sense of responsibility at all.

Team Ye is not very old, and he is not married, so it is normal to lose his temper.

You let a bunch of milkless children cry around him for three days, and he knows the sense of responsibility. ”

Cao Yi turned his head in surprise: "Yo, I found that you are not only a fast learner, but also very mature in your mind." ”

Fang Huai released a middle-aged man's faint smile at this moment, feeling comfortable all over, and said something that Cao Yi didn't understand.

"I've been a child for too long, and I've just seen life and death, only to find out that I seem to be a person who has lived for dozens of years, and I suddenly feel a lot of regrets, but don't worry, out of this funeral home, I'm still a young hot-blooded warrior."

"Smack."

A slap covered the back of Fang Huai's head.

The corners of Cao Yi's mouth were already twitching.

"Say you're fat and you're still panting, say, is there a way? I want a solution that I can solve right now! Give less advice to Lao Tzu! ”

"Shhhh

Fang Huai touched the back of his head, feeling that the vicissitudes of life were slapped back by Cao Yi again, and grinned:

"Gotta get it, I'll settle it when I get back in a while, okay?"

(End of chapter)