He came with great glory

Chapter 159 I will try my best to shine for you, revised
"elder brother."

The girl ran over, panting heavily.

Hearing her gentle voice, Shen Liguang turned his head. The girl was wearing the same dress as that at the New Year's Day party that year, a pale pink gauze dress with a flowing hem.

Her eyes were youthful and ignorant, with pearly luster.

He always felt that she was different from others. It turned out that she was old-fashioned, with a gentleness that girls rarely find nowadays.

"Why are you dressed like this?"

Fu Ying regained her breath and said with a blushing face, "I know my brother is unhappy, so I want to dance for you."

Shen Liguang smiled: "Can you still dance?"

Fu Ying nodded, a little shyly: "Well, but I don't dance very well."

"That brother doesn't dislike him either."

She has learned it, but she doesn't dance very well.

This time she danced for the first time for others to see, she was a bit shy, and her movements were not easy to let go.

Shen Liguang felt that she danced very beautifully.

Under the dim street lamp, the girl's body was light, a gust of evening wind blew by, the leaves fluttered and fluttered, she danced among the fallen leaves, he was a little in a trance.

She doesn't seem to belong to this world, she has an ancient temperament, and every frown and smile is full of the shyness of an ancient woman.

If this was the past, she must have been a girl raised by a wealthy family in a deep boudoir.

She bowed to him again, acting like a lady.

Shen Liguang seemed to hear her calling him son again.

Fu Ying noticed that he was distracted and called him in a low voice: "Brother."

He smiled: "It's beautiful."

Fu Ying sat down beside him, put her hand into his and clasped his fingers tightly.

"Brother." The little girl leaned her head on his shoulder with a soft voice.

"Huh?" He took a puff of cigarette, his voice was hoarse and sounded a little depressed.

Fu Ying went to see him.

The warm lamp shone on him, his eyes were dull, his face was dull, he had been smoking, and his voice was hoarse.

"What's wrong?" he asked again, his voice soft.

Fu Ying felt that he was very depressed. In the past, he would smile when he saw her, his eyes would light up, and the corners of his mouth would rise. Now everything has faded away, except for his gentleness towards her.

"Brother." Fu Ying called again.

"Yeah." He responded patiently, then turned to look at her.

Fu Ying stared straight at him, and her eyes began to look astringent: "It's my first dance, and I just want to make you happy."

Shen Liguang raised his hand and pinched her little face: "My brother is not unhappy, but he suddenly feels tired and doesn't want to be a fireman anymore."

Fu Ying lowered her head and took a while to speak: "Brother, I remember you said that one day you will see darkness in front of you, and you only need the light of fireflies. My name is Fu Ying, and the fireflies of fireflies will shine. From now on, you will belong to someone else." Light, I am your light."

The girl's eyes were bright, like light. She said, "Brother, don't dislike me. Although the light of fireflies is weak, I will do my best."

Shen Liguang stared at her serious face in a daze: "What are you trying to do?"

"Desperately shine, desperately be your light, desperately shine for you."

The girl spoke sincerely, without any blemishes on her small face.

Shen Liguang stared at her for a while, then smiled.

"Thank you, Yingying."

"You're welcome, brother. I don't think there's much I can do for you. I just don't bother you when you're busy, stay with you when you need someone to accompany you, and comfort you when you're sad."

"Brother, I regret that I didn't meet you sooner. I didn't know you when you were a teenager. Fortunately, it's not too late for me to know you now. I can accompany you on the next journey."

"If you don't want to be a firefighter, I will support you too. I will support you in whatever you do."

The girl's voice was soft, slow and warm.

The man suddenly hugged her tightly, and buried his face in her neck like a child, looking for warmth.

His breath was hot and humid against the pit of her neck.

It was very quiet at night, with no cars or pedestrians on the road.

Fu Ying lowered her head and put her arms around him.

For a while, neither of them spoke.

Fu Ying raised her hand and patted his back lightly, trying to comfort him.

Shen Liguang hugged her tightly, feeling like this, the regret in his heart tonight can be made up for.

Fu Ying stroked his short hair lightly with her fingers, looked at the platform map, lowered her head and kissed his hair, and then slowly exhaled.

They stood and sat for a long time, and the sky began to be gray. When he sent her back, his face looked normal, as if everything had passed, and Fu Ying began to feel uneasy.

After that night, he called her normally every day and spoke in a normal tone.

Fu Ying had just breathed a sigh of relief when she learned from her eldest brother that he had asked for a long vacation from the team and hadn't been to the team for the past week.

Fu Ying became uneasy, and went to his house first. Li Ruolan said that he had been living in the team recently and hadn't come back.

Fu Ying went to the apartment again.

It seems that no one has been in the apartment for a long time, and the objects are arranged as she left before.
She was sitting on the sofa, crying in anxiety, and called her elder brother with her mobile phone.

Hearing her crying, Fu Yi sighed deeply, and finally sent her an address.

The address is the cemetery.

It was a cloudy day with drizzling rain, and he stood in front of the tombstone in a black coat.

When Fu Ying got closer, she realized that the person on the tombstone was named Shen Zhuo, and there was another named Shen Liyang next to him, one was his father, and the other was his younger brother.

His back was lonely, Fu Ying's eyes were a little red, her voice was rough, and she suddenly couldn't speak.

I've known him for so long and rarely seen him like this.

Fu Ying still remembered that when he received a call from him that day, he went from being silent to deciding not to be a firefighter.

His voice was very low, obviously it was a big decision, he said it as if it was an easy thing.

In fact, it's not that he doesn't want to see life and death, it's just that there happened to be a father and son that night, very similar to him back then, which reminded him of the past.

Then, the high school girl committed suicide, and the downstairs spoke coldly, all of them said cold-blooded and heartless words.

He just suddenly felt that he was desperately trying to save people, and someone fell into a well and accelerated the death of others.

They regard human life as precious, while some people regard life as worthless.

The girl broke away from him, faced cruelty, despaired, and left with a smile.

The moment he let go, he heard the girl say, thank you.

She is desperate for life, she will say thank you to others, she still loves the world.

Fu Ying sighed deeply, and slowly approached him, her voice slightly hoarse: "Brother."

After that night, we haven't seen each other for more than a week, and he is now bald and ugly.

There was stubble growing on his chin, his hair covered his eyes, and he looked different from usual.

When he is not working, he looks very clean. As long as he is not a hooligan, he looks like a gentleman when he is serious.

Now... languishing.

"You, why are you here?" He turned around and saw her.

　Originally, I wanted to change all the content of these two chapters, but after thinking about it, let it be.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)