The night is getting darker.
The students who had packed up went straight to the cafeteria.
Where Mo Shangjun was going, she would pass by the cafeteria, so she saw a lot of people - smiling because of staying this time, heavy-faced because of worrying about the future, depressed and discouraged because of the loss of a companion... Many people, many emotions.
When passing by the cafeteria, Mo Shangjun seemed to see Yan Tianxing.
- Yan Tianxing
The name flashed in her mind, which brought back Mo Shangjun's thoughts of where she had gone, so she stopped and looked up at the off-road vehicle not far away, vaguely, as if she really saw it. Yan Tianxing sitting in the car.
Then, she saw a hand reaching out and making a "come here" gesture towards her.
Subconsciously, Mo Shangyun recalled the fear of being dominated by running circles.
Gee.
Mental health is getting weaker.
Mo Shangyun sighed with emotion, then paced towards the off-road vehicle.
In the past, Yan Tianxing drove a jeep. Although the off-road vehicle was tall this time, there was no driver who got off the car, which made it impossible for everyone to connect with "Yan Tianxing", so most students didn't care too much even if they saw the off-road vehicle, just a little bit. Take a look and leave.
Seeing Mo Shangyun approaching, Yan Tianxing put his elbows on the car window, and then raised his eyebrows at her, "What are you dazed for?"
According to Mo Shangjun's usual vigilance and observation, he should have been discovered five minutes ago.
Mo Shangyun pretended to sigh, "I moved to a slum, I'm in a bad mood."
While speaking, she was already parked beside the car door.
Seeing how she was pretending to be, Yan Tianxing chuckled and couldn't help raising his fingers and pinching her face.
Not much meat, but good texture.
Mo Shangyun stared at him, then looked around.
Yan Tianxing let go at the right time and asked, "Don't you want to go to the cafeteria?"
I thought that Mo Shangyun would go to the cafeteria, so Yan Tianxing was waiting here, but looking at the direction Mo Shangjun was just now, it seemed that the goal was not the cafeteria.
Putting one hand in his pocket, Mo Shangyun said lazily, "I moved to a slum, I have no appetite."
"… "
Yan Tianxing was speechless for a while.
I don't know whether to complain about "who is to blame for the slums I made myself", or "it's a ghost if you believe you really care about this."
"What's the matter with me?" After Mo Shangyun asked, he added solemnly, "I'm going to relax."
When questioned, Yan Tianxing was stunned for a while.
A busy day from morning to night. Just after the meeting, I thought of what Bu Yirong said about "Valentine's Day", and I saw the news that Mo Shangyun had moved to the "Cyan Room", so I decided to come and find her.
I have no idea what to do.
As the New Year is approaching, many people in the office come to visit, especially at this time of the night, carrying a student with Mo Shangyun in the past, and it is seen that the influence on Mo Shangyun is not very good.
After thinking about it, Yan Tianxing asked, "Take you for a ride?"
Mo Shangyun shook his head, "A drive can't make up for the lowness of me moving to a slum."
"Following the slums?" Yan Tianxing was quite helpless, and then asked, "Will you come?"
After thinking for two seconds, Mo Shangyun shook his head and said, "I moved to a slum, I want to be quiet."
Yan Tianxing's head is too big, and she just moved to the "cyan room". How did this girl become so playful
"Try mentioning 'slums' again?" Yan Tianxing frowned.
Mo Shangjun quickly changed the subject, "Speaking of which, how did you come up with the idea of putting a seal on the door?"
Yan Tianxing raised his eyebrows, "... where is the slot?"
"otherwise?"
Mo Shangyun asked back.
"..." Too lazy to bother with her, Yan Tianxing asked, "Can you get on the bus?"
Mo Shangjun said lightly: "No."
Although she is talking to Yan Tianxing, she does have a place to go.
Normally, she might just get in the car.
Raising her hand to lift the brim of her hat, Yan Tianxing stuck out his head slightly, stared into her eyes, and asked with a smile, "Look at your posture, I'm not as attractive as a slum?"
Mo Shangyun thought about it for a few seconds, and then nodded in agreement, "Maybe."
Yan Tianxing said seriously: "Comrade Mo Xiaojun, if this continues, we will have an emotional crisis."
Raising his hand to touch his chin, Mo Shangyun thought about it carefully, then moved forward, leaning his elbow against the car window, slightly approaching Yan Tianxing.
"Yan Ye," Mo Shangyun called to him, then moved the brim of his hat aside to prevent her from looking at him, she laughed, "If we really have a relationship crisis, will you save it? ?"
Yan Tianxing gave her a cold look, "It depends on how much you do."
Mo Shangyun hooked his lips, "Isn't it the level of mutual cooperation?"
Yan Tianxing: "..."
It's like being on the verge of an emotional crisis.
No reason to be unhappy.
However, Mo Shangjun continued to ask: "Yan Ye, have you really never been in love?"
Yan Tianxing smiled at her, "Did you talk about it, didn't you talk about people away?"
"Aren't you?" Mo Shangyun asked back with a smile.
"… "
"… "
The two are half a catty, so why bother to hurt each other.
"Where do you want to go?" Yan Tianxing said, too lazy to talk to her about this, "I'll send you off."
Mo Shangjun said: "You may not know that people who are admired and down-to-earth don't know that when we mortals say 'distraction', we basically wander aimlessly on our two legs."
"..." Yan Tianxing glanced at her sideways, "Do you believe that I will give you a running package that can be completed on two legs?"
Mo Shangjun looked at him seriously, then shook his head: "It hurts my feelings."
"… "
Yan Tianxing couldn't bear to flick the forehead of the actor in front of him.
When he noticed his movement, Mo Shangyun subconsciously ducked back. Although he eased a little, he never escaped the actual contact.
Mo Shangyun realized that his reaction ability was indeed a little slow today.
"I'll give you one more chance. Should I take a walk on two legs, or go for a drive?"
"… walk."
After hesitating, Mo Shangyun gave the answer.
Yan Tianxing's brows moved slightly, and he could see it clearly - Mo Shangyun had no understanding of the so-called Valentine's Day.
In other words, she didn't even realize what day it was.
However, without Bu Yirong's reminder, he would not necessarily remember.
There are too many things, one thing after another, there is no free time, so occasionally, people who should occupy an important position will be forgotten.
"Take it."
Without forcing Mo Shangyun, Yan Tianxing threw the same item.
Mo Shangyun spread out his left hand, and soon found out that it was a few pieces of chocolate... and they were all for military use.
Mo Shangjun's mouth twitched slightly: "chocolate again?"
Yan Tianxing said slowly: "There was originally a dinner, but because of your refusal to invite... it's too late."
"What dinner?" Mo Shangjun asked after a stunned moment.
Yan Tianxing said: "Barbecue."
It's just that it takes a while to prepare the barbecue materials, and it can't be eaten right away. At best, it's a late night snack.
"… "
Mo Shangyun was obviously hesitant.
Yan Tianxing saw it, so he said, "It's too late to regret it now."
"… never mind."
Mo Shangyun reluctantly parted with love.
Again and again, the opportunity was given, but the invitation was still rejected.
Yan Tianxing had a fire, and it could be seen that Mo Shangyun's expression of regret, he never vented this little flame.
"Let's go." Yan Tianxing said, "Perform well next week. If I don't get the red flag, I will consider giving you special training."
"Oh."
Mo Shangyun didn't care about it.
Yan Tianxing frowned slightly, started the car, and left directly.
This girl... has no self-consciousness to be a girlfriend.
Holding the few pieces of chocolate in his hand, Mo Shangyun lowered his hand and tilted his head to look at the off-road vehicle that was going away, his lips curled slightly, and then he shrugged.
What a shame for a BBQ...
Mo Shangyun thought so.
However, what she got was "Cyan · Banner", wouldn't Yan Tianxing celebrate her going to the "slums"
Mo Shangyun, who had no idea what day it was today, put the chocolate in her pocket, then looked away and walked towards where she was going.
The military district hospital is located near the GS9 base and is very close to the recruit training base.
The hospital is far away from the city and mainly serves the military. In addition, the amount of training in the upcoming New Year is not as good as before, and there are no exercises, so there are very few soldiers who are injured.
The psychiatry department is on the fourth floor, and the doctors are all idle, chatting together about academic issues, such as the manifestations and coping methods of the soldiers' post-traumatic stress disorder.
Song Xiuliang had a separate office, and he really had nothing to do, so he sat on an office chair and browsed patient files.
A survey was done a few years ago, and all the fighters have some problems more or less - of course, it is impossible for people with complete mental health to exist, even the captain of the GS9 team, Yan Tianxing, who exists like a god, has problems.
Oh, and so did he himself.
It just doesn't matter.
In the silent office, only the sound of files being opened can be heard.
"Hey."
For some reason, Song Xiuliang had auditory hallucinations.
The laid-back and leisurely tone suddenly sounded, and he couldn't help but think of the patient he took over when he was preparing for "actual combat" a few years ago - Mo Shangjun.
A young military academy student with an extremely strong family background, but he doesn't look like a child that an ordinary military family can raise. Although his roots are red, he has a chilling sternness. When he calms down, he is not offensive. ruffian.
She was supposed to die, but she was rescued at the scene of the explosion.
At that time, she was 18 years old, just coming of age.
When I was in my youth, I crawled back from the brink of death and lost my master who had accompanied him for many years.
However, in his memory, he had never seen her hysterical. She just stressed that everything was normal, and then when he asked a lot of cheap questions, she just kept her mouth shut and used violence to cover up all the words she didn't want to hear.
He is someone who likes to use violence to escape.
But seeing her recently, I feel... She seems to have changed a lot.
I used to have thorns all over my body, and for a long time I didn't trust people. But he occasionally went to the sidelines recently, and found that in addition to her self-confidence and publicity, she was restrained and soft, and it seemed that she had also met a group of good friends.
thump. thump. thump.
This time, it was the sound of the window glass being knocked, which was very obvious.
The wind was blowing outside the window, and occasionally the windows that were not strong were blown, but the sound was not as good as it was at this time... Now it seems like someone was knocking on purpose, and there is a sense of rhythm.
Not hallucinations!
Song Xiulang suddenly came back to his senses.
He was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked in the direction of the window, only to see that the window was empty and nothing. He could vaguely hear the whistling wind, and he could even see the shadows of swaying trees outside.
He's on the fourth floor...
Song Xiuliang broke a cold sweat for himself.
All right, are you hallucinating
When his eyes fell on the window, Song Xiuliang's expression was inevitably a little nervous.
I was a little fascinated when I thought about it, and I wasn't sure whether the voice just now was an auditory hallucination or reality, so I was a little unsure at the moment... These soldiers, they seem to have the ability to fly over the eaves
However, it is true that there is nothing outside.
Only from a distance, street lights and buildings can be seen.
I am afraid that even pedestrians are rarely seen outside.
So, Song Xiuliang and Doctor Song, who were enveloped in materialism, calmly got up from their chairs and walked steadily towards the window.
Stand still.
This is a recently built building with casement windows, which can be opened by simply pushing to one side.
However, Song Xiuliang stood still for three seconds before reaching out and pushing the window aside.
That is, at that moment, the biting cold wind from outside roared in, blowing Song Xiuliang's intuition that the cold air attacked his heart.
At the same time, a hand appeared on the window, and it came into view smoothly.
It was a woman's hand, and the knuckles of the knuckles were distinct and slender, which was very beautiful - but the premise was that the skin and fleshy injuries at the knuckles of the knuckles were ignored.
The next second, the other hand appeared, and the back of the hand, which was not injured, proved Song Xiuliang's point of view that "hands look good".
Song Xiuliang thought about the possibility of closing the window.
However, before this thought came to a conclusion, the owner of the hands slammed up and jumped directly into Song Xiulang's field of vision. Almost in a blink of an eye, before he could see how she was acting, she saw her half-squatting. At the window, the wind was blowing behind her, the short hair and collar under the brim were swaying, and the sharp and unrestrained handsomeness rushed towards her face, but it might give people the feeling of cardiac arrest.
Xu Xiu has a certain psychological quality, Xu Xiu calmed down after being stimulated too much, so Song Xiuliang was not sure how he felt, but silently looked at Mo, Shang, Yun who suddenly appeared on the window.
"Boom. Boom. Boom."
Mo Shangyun stretched out his left hand, two fingers bent slightly, and tapped on the window.
In this case, she also has to pay attention to a sense of rhythm, and the movements that come out are almost the same.
"Doctor Song, long time no see." Mo Shangjun raised his eyebrows at the numb Dr. Junlang in front of him, his expression undisguised.
"..." Song Xiuliang asked speechlessly, "Mr. Mo Shangjun, should I call the police now?"
"Okay." Mo Shangyun agreed, then looked at Song Xiuliang who was standing in front of him, swept left and right, and asked, "Do you want to make room for me and let me jump off? Or continue to stick here. , let me roll over your head?"
"… "
In view of the fact that the challenge of turning over the top of his head is relatively dangerous to him, Song Xiuliang took a few steps back with a headache.
Mo Shangyun jumped down from the window lightly, and the moment he landed, he closed the window door.
The howling wind stopped abruptly.
The office fell silent.
Everything is the same as before... except, one more person.
Fortunately, because Mo Shangyun had given him too many "surprises" before, Song Xiulang quickly calmed himself down when he saw such a scene.
Sighing, Song Xiuliang asked, "Mr. Mo Shangjun, are you here to see a doctor, or are you here to reminisce?"
Mo Shangjun said decisively, "see a doctor."
"… "
Song Xiuliang felt that the fright he was receiving at this moment was more than ten times greater than that just now.
see a doctor? !
In your lifetime, can you see Mo Shangjun admitting "sick"? !
Song Xiuliang took off the gold-rimmed glasses, then raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose to make sure he was awake now.
After confirming again and again that he was not hallucinating, Song Xiuliang slowly put on his glasses.
Then, he saw Mo Shangyun stretch out his right hand towards him, with the back of his hand facing up, and said in a casual tone, "Here, help me get some medicine."
Song Xiuliang: "..."
If the police can send Mo Shangyun away, Song Xiuliang really has the urge to call the police at this moment.
"Mr. Mo Shangyun, I think it is necessary for you to recognize the fact that 'the psychiatric department is not responsible for looking at trauma'." After speaking, Song Xiuliang glanced at Mo Shangyun's hand again, "The infirmary can take care of your injury. "
It looked a bit miserable, but in the final analysis, it was just a skin injury.
Just deal with it a little bit.
- Mo Shangyun definitely didn't come here specifically to ask for bandages.
"Hey," Mo Shangyun pretended to sigh and shook his head, "I can't make excuses to visit my old friends on purpose. In that case, I'll leave first..."
With that said, Mo Shangyun intends to open the window.
"Eh!"
Song Xiuliang hurriedly stopped her.
"Go over there and sit." Song Xiuliang pointed to the chair in front of the desk.
"Row!"
Mo Shangyun shrugged, walked over there, raised the chair, and sat down.
Because Mo Shangjun's hand was not seriously injured, Song Xiuliang went to pour her a glass of water first.
"Why don't you go through the door?" Song Xiuliang asked as he put the water glass down.
Mo Shangjun gave him a look, "As you said, psychiatry doesn't look at trauma."
Song Xiuliang: "..."
If it wasn't for Mo Shangjun's bad deeds here, maybe he really believed it.
068. The second week [22] Barbecue