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Chapter 158 Don’t Want to Be a Firefighter Anymore

Chapter 158: Chapter 158 Don’t Want to Be a Firefighter Anymore

Day and night alternated, September passed quickly, and before I knew it, the temperature difference between day and night began to become noticeable.

Fu Ying got up to close the window and saw her elder brother going for a walk with his sister-in-law.

Day by day, Xia Jinyun’s belly grew quickly, especially after the fourth month, it was noticeably larger.

Every time her elder brother had time, he would come back and no longer go out to dine with friends, trying to spend more time with Xia Jinyun.

Yesterday, they went for a prenatal check-up, everything was normal, and her elder brother began to buy clothes for the little one, eagerly anticipating his arrival.

Fu Ying leaned on the windowsill and watched the two, hand in hand, walking further and further away, feeling moved.

When would she and Shen Liguang also be like this, the nineteenth year was too long.

Fu Ying sighed and went to bed, the night was tranquil, and she glanced at her phone only to realize they hadn’t seen each other for a week.

The WeChat message she replied to him more than an hour ago still had no response.

He was busy.

Tonight was not very peaceful.

The firefighting team was dispatched, the traffic police led the way, and they smoothly reached the fire-stricken community.

A fire had broken out on the fifth floor, and a boy, in an attempt to escape, was lying outside the window, tightly gripping the window ledge, likely to fall at any moment.

The boy was crying and shouting, "Save me, save my dad and my brother, they are still inside."

The firefighters wasted no time, immediately prepared an air cushion, took out five hosepipes, and then entered the burning building, where people were trapped.

A family of four, the female owner was not at home, only the father and two sons were there, with the elder brother at the window and the father and younger brother trapped inside the inferno.

Shen Liguang’s eyes darkened, the scenes from the big fire that year seemed to resurface, his father pushing him out the door, then turning to save his brother, and never coming out again.

During that time, he often saw the pained face of his brother burned by the fire in his dreams, and his father’s frowning face telling him not to be in the way.

While it looked cold-hearted, it caused Shen Liguang extreme anguish during that period.

If he hadn’t delayed back then, perhaps everything would have been fine?

After all, life and death in a fire is a matter of seconds.

Shen Liguang hurried upstairs, just about to enter, when something inside caused an explosion with a "boom", flames burst chaotically, and the air surge was strong.

They went in and rescued the people, and the ambulance arrived in time, immediately checking the victims who, due to severe lack of oxygen and extensive burns from the explosion, had no heartbeat and could not be saved.

The only surviving boy burst into tears upon knowing his father and brother were gone, weeping heart-wrenchingly over the two bodies.

For a moment, all the firefighters stood still, then silently, without speaking, began packing up their equipment.

Shen Liguang held his helmet, sitting on the steps for a long time, eventually lifting his head and sighing.

Tonight the moonlight was beautiful, beautifully cold.

Not every rescue mission successfully saves people, but those are still living beings; who could get used to it without being moved?

Despite being a firefighter for a long time, he still couldn’t bear to see people die.

A family of four, the wife not at home, just the father and two sons, just like back then.

"There’s another emergency call, Captain Shen."

They hadn’t even had time to grieve when they had to rush to save a girl about to jump off a building.

As Shen Liguang led the team there, someone was constantly agitating the girl’s emotions.

They were saying things like, "Jump, why don’t you jump?", "Can you die today? If not, I’ll come back tomorrow to watch", "Just die, die early and be reborn early, to be free," and similar things.

Several firefighters quickly went up the building, the girl, intent on dying, saw someone approaching, showed a smile through her tear-stained, red-eyed face, opened her arms, leaned back, and as Shen Liguang just secured his harness, he lunged forward and grabbed the girl’s hand.

The girl cried with red eyes, tears streaking down her face, continuously struggling, trying desperately to break free, her entire body’s weight pulling downwards.

The moment he let go, Shen Liguang’s heart trembled fiercely, watching helplessly as the girl fell.

As she jumped, the corners of her mouth still held a smile.

Death seemed like a release to her.

The discussions from below abruptly ceased, the world seemed to suddenly quiet down, the girl’s body hit the ground hard, with blood spreading beneath her.

The cold-hearted speakers were so scared that their faces turned pale.

On the road, the atmosphere inside the firetruck was oppressive, Qian Zheng and Wu Xiaowu looked at each other but said nothing.

Both missions had failed, and no one spoke; someone silently looked out the window.

Fu Ying slept until early morning, and suddenly received a call from Shen Liguang.

"Big brother."

Fu Ying called sleepily, but didn’t get a response for a while.

"Why aren’t you speaking?"

Fu Ying looked at her phone, still connected, and she asked again.

After a while, he responded.

"Yingying."

His voice was very low and hoarse, calling her name sent a shiver through her, and she immediately noticed his particularly low spirits.

"Mhm?" Fu Ying responded softly.

He suddenly paused and then said with a laugh, "I don’t want to be a firefighter anymore."

Fu Ying paused, feeling depressed, and looked out the window. She didn’t ask why, only replied with one word: "Okay."

Shen Liguang sat on the platform, took a drag of his cigarette, tilted his head back and slowly exhaled the smoke: "Aren’t you going to ask why?"

Fu Ying paused: "I think, I might have guessed."

"Do you think I seem like a deserter?"

Fu Ying: "You don’t look like one. No one can face life and death indifferently; after all, it’s a living life."

"Tonight, there were two alarms, three deaths, one was a girl who wanted to jump off the building; below her, people were saying ’hurry up and die’ and ’why hasn’t she jumped yet.’ I feel like, this world is particularly cold-blooded."

"And a father and son, couldn’t be saved either; it felt like I returned to the past, reminded me of my father and brother, the scene was too similar."

Fu Ying opened her mouth, suddenly unsure how to comfort him.

That incident had always been a knot in his heart.

He once felt his father favored his brother, but at that critical moment, his father saved him first.

At that time, he still wanted to bravely go in to save his brother, thinking if he hadn’t wasted time, the outcome might have been different today.

He was not happy, and Fu Ying also felt a heavy pressure in her heart.

"Big brother, where are you?"

"The first place we met."

"Wait for me."

Fu Ying immediately hung up the phone, put on her clothes to go out, but then suddenly stopped, turning her head towards the wardrobe.

In the early hours, it was hard to get a taxi, she ran all the way there, few people were on the streets, those who passed by looked at her with surprised eyes.

Gasping for breath, when Fu Ying arrived, his figure was thin, head hanging down, a cigarette in his mouth, looking somewhat desolate.