noon.
Outside the window, the sun is just right, the cool breeze is slowly, the branches are swaying, and the scenery is beautiful.
Mo Shangyun slowly opened his eyes.
She fell asleep for some reason. It seemed that she had slept for four or five hours.
My head was a little dizzy, very heavy, and I didn't sleep well.
Mo Shangyun frowned slightly, stared at the tree and the light outside the window for a few seconds, and found something strange.
The window that had been open was closed at some point.
There is wind outside, but it can't blow in.
You don't have to think to know who closed it.
Her left shoulder was injured and she was lying on her right side. At this moment, the hanging needle was finished, and both hands were tucked into the bed. It was very warm, but not very comfortable.
After thinking about it, she said softly, "Open the window."
There was someone on the other side of the bed, she knew who it was, but after the rest, her whole body hurt, every muscle was sore, and she didn't want to move at all.
Yan Tianxing, who was watching her with hanging needles and sleeping, realized that she was awake the moment she moved, but she didn't swipe her eyes from the beginning to the end, and ordered him to do things as soon as she opened her mouth.
Yan Tianxing glanced at her and scolded the unscrupulous in his heart, but he actually got up, walked around the end of the bed to the window, and opened the window.
The weather was still a little cold, and the wind was breezy outside. As soon as the window was opened, the wind blew in, and it was chilly, which stimulated the skin to shiver.
Not loving the bed, Mo Shangyun sat up from the quilt.
As soon as the quilt was lifted, the warmth on her body was instantly blown away, and the cool breeze blew her back gradually.
Mo Shangjun has challenged Yan Tianxing's conventional cognition many times—
For example, hold a very hot bowl with your bare hands, and use hot and cold water alternately to restore consciousness after you burn yourself.
For example, you must have breakfast after your morning exercise, and just grab two cold steamed buns in the cafeteria to deal with things.
For example, even if it hurts half to death, you have to hold on, and you won't say a word.
for example,…
Right now, Mo Shangyun has given Yan Tianxing another layer of cognition.
Never sleep in bed.
Habits are good, but not normal.
In other words, any behavior of Mo Shangyun is very worry-free, but her habits are definitely not something a normal person can have.
"When are people coming?"
Mo Shangyun sat beside the bed and straightened his collar.
"do not know."
Yan Tianxing, who was walking back, saw her movement, and subconsciously took the bag from the chair beside him. He wanted to throw it directly to her, but noticed her right hand and left shoulder. After thinking about it, he walked over and handed it to her.
Mo Shangjun took a look and found that it was a new training jacket.
Raising her eyebrows at Yan Tianxing, she said, "Thank you."
After saying that, he put the bag on the bed and stretched out his left hand to grab the clothes inside, but he grabbed the corner of the clothes and tugged it, but he couldn't take it out of the bag smoothly.
She didn't care, she shook it, the bag fell to the ground smoothly, and the coat was spread out in her hands.
It's just... a little pain in my left shoulder.
"Does it hurt?"
Looking at her actions, Yan Tianxing cared with a smile.
Glancing at him, Mo Shangyun looked indifferent, "It doesn't hurt."
Yan Tianxing hooked his lips, and she laughed angrily.
She was obviously a second-class handicapped, but she pretended to be agile, and she also served her.
Impatiently, he stretched out his hand, took off the jacket from her hand, grabbed the collar with both hands and spread it out, brought the sleeve close to Mo Shangyun's left hand, and commanded: "Reach out your hand."
Mo Shangjun stretched his hand into it fluently.
Yan Tianxing didn't bother, and slowly helped her to put on her sleeve, then grabbed the collar and went around behind her, pulled the other sleeve, and asked Mo Shangyun to put her right hand in.
After she was almost dressed, she glanced at Mo Shangyun's right hand, which was wrapped into a zongzi, so she was more patient and buttoned her clothes one by one.
Mo Shangyun, who became a second-class crippled and served, stared at Yan Tianxing's every move.
Thick and thin, her movements seem rude, but she avoids the injury on her body.
He leaned down, lowered his head slightly, and buttoned her clothes one by one, moving slowly, seemingly casual, but very serious.
Mo Shangyun half-drooped his eyes and saw the training cap he was wearing, which covered his handsome eyebrows. He could faintly see the tip of his nose and thin lips. The lines were tough, and the facial features were also very eye-catching when viewed separately.
He was stunned for a few seconds.
When he came back to his senses, Yan Tianxing had already buttoned her up, looked down at her, and adjusted the collar for her.
"Brother Xing."
Mo Shangyun suddenly called him.
The voice was soft, but a little weird.
"What?" Yan Tianxing raised his eyebrows slightly.
Under his gaze, Mo Shangyun rolled his eyes and landed on the military boots not far away, and said calmly, "Shoes."
The implication is very obvious.
Yan Tianxing: "..."
Remind myself again and again that this girl is a second-class crippled, and she is very good-looking.
Yan Tianxing with a gloomy face, went to bring her military boots, picked up the bag on the ground, found a pair of socks, and squatted down beside her.
Grabbing her ankle, Yan Tianxing put socks on her and stared at her feet a few times.
It's also a ghost. The feet that are obviously very good-looking, but there is a scar on the instep. At first glance, it is not very obvious, but when you look closely, it is very clear. The part near the base of the toes, on the outside, the scar is inch long. , and stitches.
"When you were a child," Yan Tianxing simply put socks on her, but his voice was cold, "You were abused badly, right?"
Hearing the sound, Mo Shangyun was stunned for a moment, then paused before realizing what he was referring to.
Touching her nose, she answered extremely easily, "It's okay."
"… "
Yan Tianxing simply stopped talking to her.
After putting on her shoes and socks, Yan Tianxing poured her another glass of water and cut an apple at Mo Shangjun's request, and dutifully served this heroic female officer as a "suiter". .
Mo Shangyun accepted it with peace of mind.
After enjoying it, the person who came to pick her up has also arrived.
Still two people.
Standing at the door, with a straight back, wearing a uniform, the epaulettes on the shoulders are very eye-catching, both of them are expressionless, serious and meticulous.
Mo Shangyun got up from the chair and walked towards them without saying a word.
Passing by Yan Tianxing in the middle, Yan Tianxing's hand rested on her right shoulder, her palm was a little harder, and her pace stopped.
"I'll come to pick you up." Yan Tianxing looked into her eyes and said word by word.
"Um."
Mo Shangyun responded calmly.
Yan Tianxing let go of her, and she went straight to the door for the two of them.
It was a jeep who came to pick up Mo Shangyun.
Sitting in the car, one on the left and two in the front, gave Mo Shangyun the illusion of being a prisoner.
Outside the car window, the sun seems to be very strong, but it is actually soft, pouring in from the window, and there is almost no temperature.
Mo Shangyun tilted her head, and there was light shining on her face. The fair skin became whiter, but the scars became more obvious.
Four p.m.
Mo Shangyun was sent to a room.
The light was dim and the room was narrow. A set of tables and chairs for one person was prepared for her. Opposite was a row of tables and chairs with four seats, but when Mo Shangyun entered, it was empty and no one was there. No.
She sat down in her place.
After a moment, the door closed.
For a while, the entire room was silent, and at the same time, all the outside sounds were cut off.
Mo Shangyun yawned lazily, leaned back, leaned half of his body on the back of the chair, and raised Erlang's legs at the same time. .
Close your eyes and meditate.
After about a quarter of an hour, the closed door opened again.
Hearing the movement, Mo Shangyun lifted his eyelids and saw four officers walking in one after another.
The highest rank has two bars and two stars, and the lowest rank also has one bar and one star.
Mo Shangyun's brows moved, thinking that she looked up to her.
At the signal of the oldest officer, she calmly recounted what had happened last night.
Found a bonfire; speculated that something was wrong based on the traces; worried about disturbing the "battle" of the two companies, decided to act alone at night; tracked down the two mercenaries; finally found their tattoos and started work; In an actual battle, it was a bit heavy to start.
There are falsehoods in the words, falsehoods and truths, a combination of true and false.
They can find out what they say, and the actions from the beginning to the end are all natural, but what they can't find is the specific reason, only she knows what she knows, so she can arbitrarily break it.
The four officers communicated, and the officer with one bar and one star made a transcript.
"We have a few questions." The oldest officer said solemnly.
"ask."
Mo Shangjun took the words calmly.
The officer stared at her closely and asked every word: "You act alone, do you want to prove yourself because you are a woman and have been criticized in the company?"
"no."
Raising his eyes, Mo Shangjun met his gaze, unaffected by his aura.
"What were your specific thoughts before you acted?"
"I don't have anything to do, don't worry, I just went to have a look."
Answer lightly.
The officer paused, a little surprised, but even more suspicious, "Your company was going to attack the third company at that time, you have nothing to do?"
"I have confidence."
"Where's your confidence?!"
Mo Shangjun looked at him lightly, then smiled, "The result represents my confidence."
"… "
The officer was unable to provoke for a moment, and was silent for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, the second round of questioning began.
They are all used routines, first bluffing people with imposing manner, and then picking on her behavior, pressing step by step, always observing her reaction, and testing her most real reasons.
What they want to know is whether there is an unknown reason for this, whether her thoughts and actions are qualified...
Mo Shangjun disappointed them because she was too calm and answered everything so that they couldn't pick out the slightest mistake.
At the end of the question, several officers were a little weak.
The officer turned to the last few questions, frowned and asked, "Why do you carry a live ammunition with you?"
"Habit."
"What causes this habit?"
"… "
Mo Shangyun was silent for the first time.
Sensing that something was wrong, the four officers exchanged glances with each other.
Carrying live ammunition is indeed a violation of the regulations, but she is the deputy company commander, and there are sufficient reasons.
It's not a big problem after all.
"Say!"
The officer snorted coldly.
This shout was so loud that in the narrow room, Mo Shangyun's ears were buzzing, and he couldn't help frowning.
After a while, she said lightly: "With empty shells, I have encountered actual combat."
"When did it happen?" The officer chased after him.
"… "
"When and where did it happen?"
"… "
"You said you knew the tattoo sign, is it related to this matter?!"
"… "
"Did you move your hand because of previous grievances?!"
"… "
The repeated questioning made Mo Shangyun completely silent.
One tricky question after another, one more confident question, one louder than the other.
Mo Shangyun's brows gradually tightened, and his eyes became sharp.
I don't know when, the room quieted down, and she saw a few pairs of cold, scrutinizing eyes, looking over her body inch by inch, with obvious doubts, her eyes were cold, and her expression was serious.
Countless images swept through her mind, hitting her clearest consciousness. Those complicated and unfamiliar emotions, such as turbulent ocean waves, crushed her sanity.
In an instant, it was like falling into an ice cellar, and even the fingertips felt cold.
In the end, Mo Shangjun heard his own voice and was calm and calm beyond imagination.
"I want to make a call."
"Mo Shangjun, where do you think this is?!" The leading officer slapped the table hard.
Mo Shangyun looked at him calmly.
"Confidential event."
Anything, once the word "confidential" is marked, is not easy to be known.
With their rank and identities, they are not qualified to pry them out of her mouth.
Several people were stunned, and gradually realized the seriousness of the matter.
No, no one informed them this morning, what really happened to this female officer
The leaders above didn't even make a phone call, and no one even hinted at it!
However, what Mo Shangyun mentioned was a bit special. They thought about it again and again, and finally asked someone to bring the landline.
However, even the phone number was reported by Mo Shangyun and entered by them.
Press down the numbers one by one.
It's a cell phone number, from the capital.
It is not within the scope of the Sealand Military Region.
Several officers became more and more puzzled.
Finally, the phone rang a few times and got through.
"Who?"
The low and powerful voice, the voice is thick, and when he opens his mouth, it is full of deterrence.
The officer who dialed the phone handed the microphone to Mo Shangyun's ear.
Mo Shangjun shouted coldly, "Dad."
120. In the future, stay away from me