Let Mo Shangyun rest in the office, Song Xiuliang went outside for a circle, and came back with alcohol and bandages in his hands.
As a psychiatrist, he had to deal with skin trauma for his patients. Song Xiuliang sighed that he had fallen into preempting other people's work. At the same time, he did not forget to feel that in addition to studying his own subject, he was willing to expand the spirit of other subjects. .
"I will do it myself."
Seeing what Song Xiuliang brought, Mo Shangyun said it bluntly.
This little injury, she can handle it casually.
Song Xiuliang: "..."
So, what's the use of him
"So you've climbed four floors to come here so that I can get this for you?"
When Song Xiuliang handed the things to Mo Shangyun, the words "You are sick" hung brightly above his head.
Mo Shangyun lowered his eyelids and said, "No."
Song Xiuliang was stunned, all dissatisfaction disappeared completely, watching Mo Shangyun handle the injury on the back of his hand with skill and neatness, he hesitated, did not speak, and sat down directly opposite the desk.
I wanted to smoke a cigarette, but as soon as I took it out, I found Mo Shangyun there, so I put it back.
After a while, Mo Shangyun took care of the injury on the back of his hand, and then looked up at Song Xiuliang.
She said, "I want to talk to you."
"Row."
Song Xiuliang nodded.
"Just... just chat."
"Yeah." Song Xiulang nodded, but he went straight to the point, "Is the tinnitus serious?"
Mo Shangyun was happy.
He really does find topics.
Song Xiuliang never used the same set of methods to deal with all "patients". When chatting, he would treat each "patient" separately and find the most suitable communication method.
In fact, Mo Shangyun doesn't like to go around, she also likes to be straightforward, the way of going around a hundred and ten turns to give you a key point is so annoying, she is the type that she wants to punch when she sees it .
Mo Shangyun said, "Occasionally."
Since that incident four years ago, Mo Shangyun has been having problems with his left ear.
Because it was caused by a psychological problem, her problem could not be checked. As long as she and Song Xiulang kept it a secret, it would have no impact on her future career.
Under Mo Shangjun's coercion, no third person knew about it except Song Xiuliang and her. Even Mo Cang didn't know anything about it.
Four years ago, a bomb exploded near her left ear. Her hearing in her left ear was not affected, but she could not hear too much movement, otherwise she would feel uncomfortable, tinnitus, and occasionally, auditory hallucinations in her left ear for some reason.
In the past, this frequency was higher, but now it has improved significantly.
Song Xiuliang had said before that if she didn't resolve the matter, her left ear's condition might never get better in her life.
Originally, I thought it was nothing. Since this matter has no impact on her career, she can ignore it, but it is only occasionally inconvenient. But the matter of almost injuring Subei in the afternoon... made her a little concerned.
In a place like GS9, if a student starts with a partner in an unconscious state, they will be focused on. If it is found out that there is a problem with her psychological state, she will not be able to stay.
You can't tell Yan Tianxing about this.
Yan Tianxing is the captain of GS9 and the chief instructor of the assessment. If he told him, it would make him embarrassed.
"Let's be more specific." Song Xiuliang said.
Mo Shangjun picked up the water cup on the table, leaned back, and slowly explained the specific "illness" to Song Xiulang.
Song Xiulang listened, and unexpectedly found that Mo Shangyun's current state had indeed become very good, and she also wanted to cooperate to solve the problem.
In the past, once she mentioned the "left ear", she would be very irritable, and she would be very impatient when she talked a few more words.
But now, Mo Shangyun only frowns and irritates occasionally, but his speech is clear and coherent, and he seems to have seen it a lot.
Song Xiuliang listened quietly, occasionally asking a few questions, but not saying much.
Mo Shangyun didn't speak much, and his speaking style was still simple and clear. He explained things clearly in a few words, but he was often silent in the middle.
At the end of the chat, Song Xiuliang was surprised to find that Mo Shangyun knew his own situation well, and felt that he was of no help to Mo Shangyun, so he reluctantly changed the subject.
Mo Shangjun said "chat", so the scope is very large.
Talk about some and not, after all, there is a personal relationship, so there is no shortage of topics.
Before I knew it, it was nine o'clock in the evening.
"I have to go."
Noticing the clock on the wall, Mo Shangyun couldn't help raising his eyebrows.
She didn't even think that she had been chatting for so long.
I don't know when it started, the wanton wind outside became a little smaller, and it began to rain lightly. Perhaps it was too quiet, and people lost their specific concept of time.
Song Xiulang nodded: "Welcome to come here often."
Mo Shangyun gave him a sideways look, "It's a miracle that you were not beaten to death by your patient."
Song Xiuliang chuckled, seeing Mo Shangjun getting up and planning to walk towards the window, he said, "Come on, there should be no one there now. And your way of walking is not safe."
Mo Shangyun shrugged, "Excellent warriors like us pay attention to the beginning and the end."
"...You excellent warriors should learn some cultural knowledge." Song Xiuliang couldn't help but complain.
Mo Shangjun helped with suggestions, "If you have any opinions, you can report to our leaders."
"..." Thinking of Yan Tianxing, who was acting resolutely and resolutely, Song Xiuliang couldn't help showing a gentle smile to Mo Shangyun, "Cultural study can be carried out at any time, and now it is the decision-making of your leaders."
Mo Shangyun rolled his eyes at him.
Not knowing what to think, Mo Shangyun paused as she prepared to open the door, and then she looked at Song Xiuliang curiously, "Speaking of which, why did you agree to be transferred to such a place?"
In the previous unit, Song Xiuliang had a lot of free time, extensive contact with patients, and high wages... I don't know how hard it would be to come to such a ghost place.
"I was persuaded." Song Xiuliang was also straightforward and said directly, "The most recent research direction, there is no shortage of cases here. Moreover, I am also very interested in their place."
Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows.
"By the way, today's Valentine's Day..." Song Xiuliang took out his mobile phone from the drawer, and then asked Mo Shangyun, "Is there anyone you want to contact? The mobile phone is rented for free."
Mo Shangyun was taken aback, "Valentine's Day?"
"… "
Facing Mo Shangyun who was living such a rough life, Song Xiuliang suddenly wanted to take back what he just said.
However, because of the three words "Valentine's Day", Mo Shangjun subconsciously thought of Yan Tianxing who came to him earlier.
After a slight pause, Mo Shangyun took out a few blue-packaged military chocolates from his pocket, and asked Song Xiulang uncertainly, "Chocolate for Valentine's Day?"
"… Um."
Looking at the bright "military chocolate", Song Xiuliang nodded heavily.
Not really pretentious at all.
Aware of Song Xiuliang's expression, Mo Shangjun smiled suddenly, "Do you want it?"
"Don't dare." Song Xiuliang smiled at her, then put the phone back in the pocket of the white coat, "I'm someone who has a partner."
So Mo Shangyun tore open the package, broke a piece of chocolate, took it out and threw it into his mouth.
"Goodbye."
A lazy voice wafted in the cool breeze.
While speaking, Mo Shangyun had already jumped to the window, and then disappeared from Song Xiulang's field of vision in a blink of an eye.
Although he knew the ability of Mo Shangyun and others to fly over the eaves and walls, but seeing a person disappear from the window on the fourth floor, Song Xiuliang's heart was suddenly raised.
He hurriedly stepped forward a few steps, came to the window, stuck out his head and looked down, only when he saw Mo Shangyun holding the water pipe and sliding to the end, he was relieved from the bottom of his heart.
I also don't understand it. If you don't go on a good road, you have to go to such a thrilling place.
What should I do if I fall
Isn't this all right
He really doesn't understand the inner world of young people...
With the heart of a forty-year-old uncle, Dr. Song said with emotion.
However, Mo Shangyun, who had already fallen, raised his head and waved at him, put his injured left hand in his pocket, and left coolly.
Seeing Mo Shangyun's disappearing figure, Dr. Song sighed heavily.
The hour hand is about to point to ten o'clock.
Second floor, office.
Yan Tianxing completed the last work of the year, and when he put down the document, he raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, and glanced at the time.
I don't know if the girl has eaten...
Thinking of Mo Shangyun's previous back, Yan Tianxing frowned subconsciously.
Under his repeated emphasis, Mo Shangyun would still go to the cafeteria to eat on time during this period. Even if he occasionally added meals, Mo Shangjun would go to the cafeteria to eat the set meal first.
But tonight, Mo Shangyun didn't seem to have this plan.
Although he knew that Mo Shangyun would not starve him, but Mo Shangyun's situation today was indeed a bit abnormal.
Yan Tianxing hesitated whether to go to the female student dormitory.
But, before he could move—
I heard the movement of the window.
—Who is crawling around with this building without knowing how
The thought flashed through his mind, and Yan Tianxing simply stood up and walked straight to the window.
The window was pushed open, and a gust of cold wind blew over, and the next moment, a figure appeared in his eyes.
If he hadn't recognized Mo Shangyun's face in time, he would have been dragged to the office by Yan Tianxing and executed.
"what?"
Following Mo Shangjun, who was half-squatting in front of the window, he noticed that Yan Tianxing had come to the window, and couldn't help but scream in surprise.
"… "
Yan Tianxing didn't know how to respond to her "surprise" for a while.
She is afraid that she will carry out the "unusual path" to the end.
"Why, not welcome?"
Looking at Yan Tianxing who was just in front of him, Mo Shangyun hooked his lips, raised his finger, and hooked his chin directly.
The voice fell, her fingers had been caught, and then she grabbed her strength and pulled down, Mo Shangjun jumped down from the window in relay, and then another hand wrapped around her waist, Yan Tianxing directly She held it in her arms.
Yan Tianxing lowered his head, almost touching her, and he threatened softly, "Breaking into the instructor's office, Mo Xiaoyun, you are fat."
The corners of Mo Shangyun's lips lifted slightly, and the smile in his eyes deepened, "Didn't Instructor Yan say that you want to have a barbecue? Talking doesn't count?"
Squinting his eyes slightly, Yan Tianxing's voice was hoarse, "Do you still want a barbecue?"
As soon as his dark eyes rolled, Mo Shangyun leaned forward suddenly, and placed a kiss on his lips, very light, like a dragonfly on water, and then quickly moved away after a short pause. But this understated kiss made some uncontrollable emotions explode, and there was no room for patience.
Pressing Mo Shangjun against the wall by the window, Yan Tianxing clasped her head and kissed her lips directly.
With the sweet taste of chocolate, it is soft and cool, and it holds his heart tightly.
Mo Shangjun did not resist, but cooperated very well.
Valentine's Day, let him be...
Gee.
Just a little pain.
There was a tingling pain on the lips, Mo Shangyun slightly frowned, opened his eyes, glared at Yan Tianxing unhappily, then took a bite, and returned smoothly.
Yan Tianxing's low chuckle fell to his ears, and soon, that little bit of unhappiness and anger disappeared in his skillful deprivation and occupation.
After a while.
Mo Shangyun buried his head in Yan Tianxing's chest, panting lightly, his brows twitched unconsciously, and he only felt that he had lost a little.
She is not disgusted with the contact with Yan Tianxing, on the contrary, Yan Tianxing always has all the qualities that attract her.
From soul to body.
Even every muscle.
He's always perfect.
Although, she knew that a person could not be close to perfection; although, she also knew how bad Yan Tianxing's temper was occasionally.
However, in such a stage of love with less gathering and more separation, Mo Shangyun felt that some faults could be ignored.
Her training cap was worn diagonally and crookedly. Yan Tianxing's fingers shuttled between her hair. I don't know if it was an illusion. He felt that Mo Shangyun's hair was longer.
"Is your hair long?" Yan Tianxing asked softly in her ear.
"Um."
Mo Shangyun responded.
"Growing up too fast." Yan Tianxing said, but in a strange tone.
If it wasn't for the army, Yan Tianxing would very much like to see Mo Shangyun live a normal life, with long hair and a delicate life.
However, in this kind of place, for Mo Shangyun, everything that those normal girls have is impossible for her.
Yan Tianxing lowered her hand and took out the hand she had been putting behind her. After touching the bandage with her fingers, Yan Tianxing squinted, "What's wrong with your hand?"
The breath calmed down, Mo Shangyun left his embrace and said lightly, "A little injury."
There was a kind of indifference in her tone of voice.
However, what Yan Tianxing thought of was her figure standing outside the car window with her hand in her trouser pocket.
- This girl.
Pinching her cheek helplessly, Yan Tianxing asked, "Are you hungry?"
"barbecue?"
Mo Shangjun asked immediately.
Yan Tianxing couldn't help laughing, "Can't you think of something nutritious?"
"..." After a moment of silence, Mo Shangjun said, "I've already gone to the slum, can't I have a barbecue?"
With a frown, Yan Tianxing said: "What's the matter, this stalk can't be bypassed?"
"...wait for me to get out of the slum." Mo Shangyun said.
The thought of living in the same dormitory with You Nianyu and Subei with unruly intentions made Mo Shangyun a little head-scratching.
"… "
Yan Tianxing was speechless.
After a pause, Yan Tianxing let go of her and said, "Let's go."
Mo Shangjun asked, "Barbecue?"
It wasn't that she was holding on to the "barbecue", but she hadn't eaten it for a long time. The last time she ate barbecue was before going to the sea and land, and she never had the chance to touch it again after that. The food in the Air Force is very good, I didn't think about it, but the three meals a day in GS9 are very bland, at most it is full, and the occasional meal in the forest, there is no seasoning, no matter how fresh the ingredients are. Almost all.
What's more... Yan Tianxing's barbecue skills are unparalleled.
— Enough to remind her of someone's craft when she was young.
Yan Tianxing said: "Tell me these two words again, and I will let you eat white rice."
Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, "Your threat is too unskilled."
Yan Tianxing, who was about to turn around, turned around abruptly when he heard the sound. He raised his hand and grabbed Mo Shangyun's shoulder, suddenly narrowed the distance between the two, and then smiled like a smile: "Then I did you here?"
Mo Shangyun: "..."
Old rascal!
069. The second week [23] Wood house