Chapter 11 Chapter 11 "Boss Jin, don't doubt yourself. ...
Ji Ci was on the night shift today and left just before lunchtime.
She was riding her electric scooter, waiting for an extremely long red light, thinking about why she said those words to Boss Jin.
Maybe she wanted to give up and tell the other party that Yuncheng was just a stop on her life journey, and she would have to leave sooner or later.
Or maybe she wanted to fight for it, so she cut herself open with blood and showed it to the other person, appearing calm on the surface, but actually crying bitterly and begging the other person to save her.
Both are too extreme.
Ji Ci stood in the middle, and got some of it.
The contradictory thoughts were perfectly integrated in her. She swayed from side to side like a marionette, with her hands and feet hung by a rope named Jinsen.
If Jin Sen frowned, she would want to disappear as far away as possible, muttering to herself, "I knew it would be like this, so there's nothing to be sad about," and then burst into tears.
Jin Sen smiled. She felt that the other party still liked her. Even if it wasn't love, there would always be some good impression. Who could tell what would happen in the future? Maybe they were stuck at the critical point from quantitative change to qualitative change.
Hearing the chorus of car horns, Ji Ci realized that the red light had turned green and she was blocking the road. She hurriedly turned the handlebars and hurriedly drove across the intersection.
From then on, Ji Ci would often stew soup and bring it to the hospital. The family whose child was rescued knew how to be grateful and would ask their old mother to bring meals to them every day.
It's always hard to be picky about gifts from others, but those were really too bland. After eating them for a few days, Jin Sen felt that his taste buds were bland. He discussed with Ji Ci in advance whether she could make him some stir-fried pork with chili peppers to satisfy his hunger.
Ji Ci: "You're asking for a lot."
Jin Sen: "Next month's rent can be waived."
Ji Ci: “…”
What tempting conditions.
But when the conversation came to this, she suddenly thought of something.
"Didn't you say that a female relative was coming over after the New Year?"
Jin Sen looked like he had just learned about this. After a brief pause, he realized, "Yeah, why haven't you come yet?"
Ji Ci was speechless: "Are you asking me?"
Jin Sen thought for a moment: "Maybe I forgot."
Ji Ci curled her lips and imitated his tone: "Maybe I forgot."
The next day, Ji Ci made Boss Jin a portion of stir-fried pork with chili peppers that wasn't that spicy. Her cooking skills were just barely "edible," otherwise she wouldn't have just cooked hotpot on New Year's Day.
However, the spiciness was enough for Boss Jin to savor for a while. He recovered quickly, and within a week he was able to walk around on a single crutch. Ji Ci came several times but couldn't find him. The nurse was used to it and told her that he probably went for a walk in the small garden downstairs.
Jin Sen had been bored to death this week, lying in bed until his whole body ached. Coming out to bask in the sun and find something to do was secondary. He mainly wanted to avoid people, especially those carrying cameras and banners. When Jin Sen saw them from upstairs, he wanted to run away as far away as possible.
"You're famous," Ji Ci said, sitting on a bench in the garden, scrolling through her phone. "You've been all over the local news lately."
After saying that, she turned the phone around to face Jin Sen.
Jin Sen squinted his eyes.
On the screen, Jin Sen was sitting in a wheelchair. The parents of the rescued child held a "Heroic Act" banner that was more than half a person's height and respectfully handed it to him, then bowed deeply at a 90-degree angle.
The smile on Jin Sen's face was very stiff, because it took almost half an hour to shoot just a dozen seconds.
He closed his eyes in pain.
Ji Ci drew out another one for him.
It was a short video that had been reposted countless times by public accounts. Originally, a local Yuncheng charity organization came to commend the brave and righteous person and did a post-operative interview. Sun Junya was very actively answering the reporter's questions, while Jin Sen in the background was drowsy.
Well, I don’t even want to act anymore.
His hair had grown a lot after the operation. The fluffy hair covered his eyebrows and spread over his tall nose bridge like a vine. From the upward shooting angle, his jawline was sharp and covered with short stubble, showing a lazy handsomeness.
The entry #帅就是情感# suddenly appeared. Nowadays, appearance is the most important thing. The attention on Jin Sen in the comment section has changed. Many media outlets heard the news and wanted to get a piece of the pie in this traffic feast.
"Sister Sun is really hardworking," Ji Ci sighed. "Whenever someone interviews her, she always speaks well of you."
"She's just like that," Jin Sen smiled. "She wanted to write a story about me before, but I refused. Now that she has the chance, she's trying to flatter me."
Ji Ci thought thoughtfully: "She is really good to you."
There is no personal emotion in this, it is purely from the heart. Regardless of whether the other party is out of past guilt or for other reasons, Sun Junya is a very precious friend.
"I know," Jin Sen breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the small fountain in the center of the garden. "She is indeed very good."
"Me?" Sun Junya asked in surprise, "I'm Brother Jin's girlfriend?"
Inside the pet shop, she looked at Sister Xu with a confused look on her face: "I clarified it before. To avoid embarrassment, I also said that both of us have partners."
Sister Xu, who was half leaning against the front desk, was equally bewildered: "...Did you say that?"
After the fire, the video of Jin Sen climbing to the fourth floor with his bare hands to save people went viral.
Soon after, clips of the interview at the hospital were also released.
The omnipotent netizens immediately dug out that Jin Sen was injured in the line of duty two years ago, and the person who was rescued was Sun Junya who was being interviewed.
A very positive event was tinged with the vague ambiguity, the combination of handsome men and beautiful women, the plot of a hero saving a beauty, and news that the people loved to see.
As for what the truth is, that doesn't matter.
"No," Sun Junya felt more and more uncomfortable the more she thought about it, "Won't I be annoying like this?"
Anyone with a discerning eye could tell who Jin Sen's heart was on. What was she doing standing in the middle? She was neither a good person nor a bad person.
"What are you going to do?" Sister Xu asked.
Sun Junya: "Call the TV station!"
"No, no," Sister Xu hurriedly stopped him, "Xiao Ji and Boss Jin are not the kind of people who care about this kind of thing."
Sun Junya insisted: "Whether they care or not is their business. I care, and I feel bad. This is not okay."
"They're nothing now. Don't embarrass them by making such a fuss."
Sun Junya's eyes widened: "What? They are nothing? I saw Brother Jin go to Xiao Ji's house for dinner during the New Year."
"Ah? You're living together?" Sister Xu immediately came over. "Why are you telling me such a big thing now?"
The two of them put their heads together like rockets docking, but unfortunately, before they could say a few words, they heard a noise outside the store and Sun Junya subconsciously turned her head to look over.
You won't know how shocking it is until you see it. Ji Ci's poor little electric scooter is carrying a big guy who is taller than her. Jin Sen has long legs and the plaster cast is stronger than others, which is stretched far away on the pedals.
He transferred the crutch from his left hand to his right hand with great skill, and stood up by holding on to the bicycle seat.
Sun Junya was so shocked that her head almost flew off.
She ran outside the store and stood on the three steps: "Jin, Jin brother? Why did you run out!?"
Ji Ci put down the helmet in her hand and explained awkwardly: "Um...Boss Jin was discharged from the hospital early."
The infection period of a fracture is about seven to nine days. A week in the hospital is already the limit for Jin Sen. If he stays there any longer, he will be completely crippled. So he tricked Ji Ci into getting him out.
"People should go to the hospital less often," said Boss Jin, leaning on a crutch. "If you stay there for a week without feeling sick, you'll almost feel sick."
Sun Junya glanced at his legs with a complicated expression: "It's not completely healthy."
Boss Jin used his crutch to bump the plaster on his leg, and there was a soft click: "This is called a medal."
Sun Junya: “…”
The other daily necessities are still in the hospital, and Ji Ci and Sun Junya brought them back together.
Boss Jin invited them to dinner. In addition to Sister Xu and Xiao Zhou from the pet shop, several of Boss Jin's former comrades-in-arms also came.
Ji Ci only knew Brother Wang among them.
Everyone at the table was older than her, and they talked about life, work, and family.
Ji Ci had nothing to talk about these three aspects. She sat there dryly, feeling that marriage and the future were very far away from her.
Until Jin Sen took a sip of wine.
"Hey," Brother Wang brought back his own glass, "What do you want to drink?"
Jin Sen raised his index finger: "One drop."
"Not even a drop," Sun Junya continued, "Xiao Ji, you take care of it."
Ji Ci, who was chatting with Xiao Zhou, was suddenly called out: "Huh?"
Jin Sen tilted his head and smiled helplessly.
She reacted slowly: "Drinking... within three months is not allowed."
Ji Ci's words were like an imperial edict, passed around a few times by the people around him, and finally fell into Jin Sen's ears.
Jin Sen smiled and said, "I understand," and never touched the wine glass again.
After dinner, Jin Sen returned to the store to sort out the daily necessities he brought back from the hospital. Ji Ci was on night shift. After locking the store, she saw that the light next door was still on, so she went over to take a look.
"I know, I know. I won't be so impulsive next time."
Before entering the store, I heard the other party respond with a smile.
The person talking to Jin Sen was the owner of a department store on another street. Her store was not far from the house on fire. Jin Sen was helping her repair the air conditioner at the time. When he smelled the odor, he rushed out to rescue people.
"I couldn't sleep at night because I was worried something might happen to you. Oh my god, you walked out of my house. I was really scared!"
There was a hint of his hometown accent in his words, and it seemed that he was really scared.
Jin Sen comforted her a few more times, then when he saw Ji Ci, he called out to her, "Xiao Ji, I was looking for you."
Ji Ci walked over and called out "Auntie Liu". It was obvious that Auntie Liu had not talked enough with Jin Sen, so she pulled Ji Ci aside to talk about how tall the burning building was, how thick the smoke was, and how dangerous it was to rescue people. She almost jumped onto the air cushion.
Ji Ci listened carefully, and responded from time to time with words like "Really?" "Is that so?" "It's too dangerous", giving Aunt Liu enough emotional value.
Aunt Liu felt comfortable chatting and left. Before leaving, she whispered to Jin Sen that young people should not be so reckless and should think more about themselves before doing anything.
Jin Sen nodded: "I understand, aunt."
After everyone really left, Ji Ci asked Jin Sen: "What do you want from me?"
Jin Sen picked up his crutch: "Chat with Aunt Liu."
A question mark slowly appeared above Ji Ci's head.
Jin Sen laughed: "Otherwise I can't leave."
Ji Ci: “…”
She glanced at the direction Aunt Liu left and sighed, "Aunt Liu clearly has good intentions."
After Jin Sen was discharged from the hospital, many neighbors came to the store to see him and chat with him.
Those with an average relationship would speak shallowly and only say nice things; those with a deep relationship, or those who are older than him, would mostly treat him as their own child, and their words would have more special meanings.
"I know," Jin Sen walked up to Ji Ci, "but I feel a little uncomfortable listening to her talk."
Ji Ci asked, "Why?"
Jin Sen said: "Like my mother."
Jin Sen's mother is an ordinary woman who has worked hard all her life. She has no family background and no education. She raised her son with her own hands and sent him to college. From then on, she lived in fear.
"From my first mission, my mother was terrified and worried all day long. Whenever she had a free moment, she would share news with me: someone helping an old lady only to be blackmailed into bankruptcy, or someone diving into the water to save someone only to never come out. She openly and covertly tried to dissuade me, fearing I would do something selfless and drape the national flag, and that she would lose her son."
Ji Ci was shocked when she heard this and asked in a low voice, "Is Auntie okay this time?"
Jin Sen shook his head: "She died almost two years ago."
With a "clang" sound, Jin Sen pushed down the rolling door with one hand.
The sound was like a train, running from the right ear to the left ear and passing through Ji Ci's mind.
At this moment, she suddenly thought of what Boss Jin said during the Chinese New Year: "I am the only one in my family."
"I'm sorry." Ji Ci said.
"No need to apologize," Jin Sen said in a relaxed tone, "Come on, step on it."
Ji Ci looked down at the rolling door that was closed to her ankles, and followed Boss Jin's example by stepping on the middle handle.
The action seemed effortless, but it was quite difficult for her to do it. Maybe it was too light. Ji Ci didn't step down with the first step. She used her stamina and lifted her other foot in the air, putting all her weight on it. The rolling door fell to the ground with a clang. She lost her balance and swayed, and she grabbed the arm of Boss Jin that was protecting her.
"So heavy?" Ji Ci let go of him after standing firm.
Boss Jin retracted his hand and said, "I plan to get an electric one."
The temperature rose at night in late April, and even though it was dark, it was no longer cold in thin clothes.
Ji Ci was only wearing a thin blue sweater today. The sleeves were very long to cover the back of her hands for sun protection.
She pinched the fabric with her fingers, and the spot just now pressed on Jin Sen's wrist. The wool was very soft, and it felt like it was filled with body temperature when touched.
Their shadows were close together, one high and one low. Although Boss Jin could walk independently, his speed was a bit slow. He tapped the ground with one hand, making a "click" sound, and moved like an ant moving its nest, one step at a time.
Ji Ci also rode the electric scooter slowly, holding the front of the scooter with both hands, trying to find a stable balance in this slowness.
She glanced at Jin Sen's shadow.
The previous topic was too heavy, and Ji Ci thought of her grandmother.
The death of a loved one is a lifelong pain, like a midsummer thunderstorm, with a long period of dampness after the violent onslaught.
"It's been sunny recently." Jin Sen suddenly said.
Ji Ci tilted her head to look at him: "Because your legs don't hurt?"
Jin Sen: "I checked the weather forecast."
Ji Ci: “…”
"I've been feeling a bit numb lately. My legs don't hurt, but my back does. I plan to go to the community hospital tomorrow to get two injections."
Jin Sen straightened his lower back slightly, and his whole body looked very stiff.
Ji Ci suggested, "The bed is too soft, but there shouldn't be any other major problems. If you want acupuncture... wait a week."
"A week later," Jin Sen calculated the time. "It's May Day now, and I don't know if I can get an appointment with Doctor Chen."
Ji Ci said, "It seems you are a frequent visitor there."
"There's nothing I can do," Jin Sen said helplessly, "In our line of work—"
His voice stopped abruptly, perhaps because he suddenly remembered that he was no longer in this line of work.
I could only sigh.
The car ran over the speed bump and Ji Ci was shaken.
She entered through the narrow door and turned to look at Boss Jin following her.
"Boss Jin," Ji Ci's eyes fell on his plastered leg, "Don't doubt yourself."
Jin Sen raised his eyes.
"During my military training in college, our teacher led us in an oath: 'Respect life, save the dying and heal the wounded.' Then he added: 'The above oath comes from the heart and is put into practice.' I think it's the same for soldiers."
Ji Ci's voice was very soft, as if it was mixed with memories of the past, and she spoke each word seriously and earnestly.
She finished speaking and smiled, the moonlight falling on her shoulders.
"As long as you have a clear conscience."
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