At one o'clock in the morning, Mo Shangyun came to the 202 regiment.
The death of the deputy head of the regiment, Zheng Cun, has long been rumored in the regiment.
This is no small matter.
As one of the participants, Mo Shangjun must be present.
She accepted the review, and for three hours, she explained the cause and effect clearly, including her phone call to Zheng Cun.
Zheng Cun seems to have defended her before the action, and was ready to die, so even if there are some people who think that "Deputy Head Zheng will not die if Mo Shangjun doesn't get involved in this matter", but there is no such thing. A person dared to blame her openly.
At six in the morning, Mo Shangyun, who had not rested all night, returned to the Yuntian Hotel.
Afraid that Liang Zhiqiong was resting, Mo Shangyun asked for a new room card at the front desk before going upstairs, but after swiping the card and seeing the brightly lit room, Mo Shangyun realized that he was doing nothing more.
The TV was on and an advertisement was being played. Liang Zhiqiong was lying on the sofa on her side, her eyes were like copper bells, and she refused to close it. With that pale face, she looked like a ghost.
"Mo Shangyun, you're back."
Hearing the movement behind him, Liang Zhiqiong got up from the sofa and said feebly to Mo Shangyun.
Mo Shangjun threw the bag in his hand to Liang Zhiqiong.
It contained cold medicine and a bottle of water. The cold medicine was taken from the infirmary of the army, and the water was taken downstairs.
"I really have to sigh your kindness."
Liang Zhiqiong took out the medicine and water, shook his head and sighed.
"You haven't slept all night?"
Mo Shangyun walked to the single sofa and sat down.
"Um."
Liang Zhiqiong took out the pills and responded perfunctorily.
"You will be busy for a while in the morning, and you will return to your own unit in the afternoon. Your company commander has already contacted you with a psychiatrist." Mo Shangjun said.
"Ah?" Liang Zhiqiong blinked in confusion, "Psychiatrist?"
"Um."
Glancing at Liang Zhiqiong's miserable appearance, Mo Shangyun didn't explain much.
Generally, those who have actual combat experience will undergo psychological counseling.
Of course it's voluntary.
Although he participated in the actual combat last time, Liang Zhiqiong did not kill himself, nor did he see the death of the hostage. In addition to Ye Qianxiao's remarks, Liang Zhiqiong did not have too many negative thoughts and psychological shadows.
But, this time is different.
Liang Zhiqiong's performance of not sleeping this night proves that her mental state is not good.
"And you?"
After taking the medicine, Liang Zhiqiong put the water on the coffee table and asked Mo Shangyun.
"I have that too."
Mo Shangjun leaned on the back of the sofa, raised his head, and closed his eyes wearily.
She met with Lang Yan and the instructor, and the two took her to have a deep exchange. She originally planned to cooperate well, but she was really powerless, which led them to suspect that she needed psychological counseling. Because she was dissatisfied with the results she gave, Lang Yan finally gave a death order—must be.
Since it was an order, Mo Shangyun could only obey.
"Okay, what time do you leave?"
"Nine o'clock."
Liang Zhiqiong stretched, "Then let's sleep for a while."
"Um."
Liang Zhiqiong stood up, saw Mo Shangyun leaning on the sofa motionless, and said, "Let's go together."
Mo Shangyun glanced at her and stood up helplessly.
It was said that they slept together, but in fact neither of them slept much.
Can't sleep.
As soon as I closed my eyes, all kinds of pictures were drilled into my mind, and the more I lay down, the more sober my mind became.
When the alarm at 8:30 rang, the two opened their eyes on time, and then got out of the bed.
The two looked at each other wordlessly.
Liang Zhiqiong went to change clothes, and Mo Shangyun went to wash up.
Ten minutes later, the two of them dealt with everything, left the hotel, had breakfast on the way, and went to the 202 regiment.
Liang Zhiqiong just accepted the inquiry, the process is very simple, and it can be completed in less than an hour.
Compared with Mo Shangyun, who contacted Zheng Cun, Liang Zhiqiong, who was only accompanying him, had to bear much less pressure.
At the end of the inquiry, Liang Zhiqiong asked a lot of questions, such as Mo Shangyun, Zheng Su, and Shen Qing, but no one answered her, and Liang Zhiqiong went out the door in despair.
"Mo Shangyun."
When he came out and saw Mo Shangyun who had been waiting outside, Liang Zhiqiong called to her in a low voice.
"Um?"
Putting his hands in his trouser pockets, Mo Shangyun raised his eyelids when he heard the sound, and seemed to be suspicious.
Liang Zhiqiong opened his hands and hugged Mo Shangyun's shoulder directly.
Mo Shangyun was knocked back by her.
Liang Zhiqiong put the whole body's weight on Mo Shangyun's body, and almost said to himself: "You said, how does it feel when a person dies?"
Stunned for a moment, Mo Shangyun pushed Liang Zhiqiong away.
Someone came out behind and gave them a strange look when passing by. Mo Shangyun gave the man a threatening look, meaning—
"How do you drive people crazy? 』
The man understood, shook his head, and made a few more gestures, indicating that their inquiries were normal and nothing illegal was done.
Mo Shangyun looked back suspiciously.
Liang Zhiqiong was absent-minded and did not notice the movements of the two at all.
"Walk."
Grabbing Liang Zhiqiong's shoulders, Mo Shangyun directly pulled the person away.
They were going in the direction of the military area.
Liang Zhiqiong stretched and looked at the gray sky, and suddenly asked Mo Shangjun, "Hey, are you going to send me away?"
"Um."
"I thought a lot last night."
"what?"
"That's what you said last night."
"Oh."
"I found that I couldn't find the answer, and the more I thought about it, the more confused it became." Liang Zhiqiong grabbed her short hair and thought for a while, "However, you seem to be well organized in everything you do, don't you think it's more confusing? What you said, what you didn't say, I didn't think about it at all."
"… "
Mo Shangyun didn't speak.
However, slowly accelerated the pace of the foot.
Liang Zhiqiong didn't care either, speeding up to keep up with Mo Shangyun.
"I've also thought about it. You will definitely blame yourself on the matter of Deputy Head Zheng." After Liang Zhiqiong finished speaking, she noticed that Mo Shangyun's figure froze slightly, but her footsteps did not stop, so she continued, "But, you saved Shen Qing, didn't you? If it was me, I would make this call too. It can be said that, except for Zheng Su's selfishness, those who hope that Zheng Cun survives will make this call. ."
Mo Shangyun took a step.
Liang Zhiqiong accidentally overtook Mo Shangyun and felt that Mo Shangyun had stopped, so she also stopped and turned to look at Mo Shangyun behind.
"These are two different things." Mo Shangjun said lightly.
She continued to walk, albeit at a slower pace.
"I know, two different things. Your relationship with Zheng Cun is better than with Shen Qing, right?" Liang Zhiqiong said, "But, you said it yourself, you can't tell right from wrong, from our point of view, you are right, From Zheng Su's point of view, you are wrong. There is no absolute right or wrong, right?"
"Um."
Mo Shangyun responded, but the voice was really perfunctory.
As a result, Liang Zhiqiong's expression became more and more distressed.
What she can think of, Mo Shangyun can also think of naturally.
If only Zheng Cun hadn't sacrificed.
Once Zheng Cun walked out of the building well, Mo Shangyun's phone call was nothing at all, and everyone was happy.
However, no if.
Liang Zhiqiong followed Mo Shangyun out of the gate of the military region.
Outside, the driver of the Liang family was already waiting in his car.
"Call me when you can fall asleep."
Stopping his steps, Mo Shangjun explained to Liang Zhiqiong.
Liang Zhiqiong was taken aback, "Why?"
"I don't want to hear your half-dead tone." Mo Shangyun said leisurely.
"… "
Liang Zhiqiong choked, feeling a little angry.
"Hey," Liang Zhiqiong suddenly stopped when she opened the car door, she stopped Mo Shangyun, her eyes met Mo Shangyun's, her expression was a little more serious and cautious, and she asked every word, "Can you? let it go?"
Looking at Liang Zhiqiong's worried face, Mo Shangyun paused, then nodded, "Yes."
"Goodbye," with a sigh of relief, Liang Zhiqiong said goodbye to Mo Shangyun, "I'll call you in a few days."
After speaking, without being pretentious, Liang Zhiqiong got into the car and asked the driver to drive away.
Mo Shangyun watched the car go away.
Mo Shangyun stayed in the group for another two hours, inquired about the situation, and then went to Lin Mao and Chu Feiyin.
Chu Feiyin didn't know what happened to her here, but Lin Mao already knew through some means.
Lin Mao tried to communicate with her several times, but Mo Shangyun avoided them.
After Lin Mao tried a few times, he sighed and gave up.
He had been in contact with Zheng Cun. Zheng Cun clearly appreciated Mo Shangyun. He heard that he meant to take care of Mo Shangyun. Presumably, Mo Shangyun had a good relationship with Zheng Cun. Seeing Zheng Cun's sacrifice in person right now is probably a big blow to Mo Shangyun.
But, he couldn't persuade him.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, Mo Shangjun, who taught Lin Mao and Chu Feiyin all the general training matters, got into the car to the Ancheng Army Academy.
Putting the backpack on the back seat, when Mo Shangjun's hand was retracted, she suddenly touched the pocket of her trousers, and she paused.
"Can I smoke?"
Mo Shangjun asked the driver who was driving in front.
"Ah," the driver glanced at Mo Shangyun through the rearview mirror. Seeing that she didn't look like a hooligan, but rather had a temperament, he nodded, "Yes."
Mo Shangjun opened the car window and took out the unfinished pack of cigarettes.
She skillfully lit a cigarette.
It is autumn, and it has just rained, and a cool breeze blows in from the window, blowing the smoke away.
A faint smell of smoke lingered on the tip of the nose.
A cigarette was quickly finished, and Mo Shangyun subconsciously took out the pack of cigarettes, but glanced at it, glanced at the seat belt inadvertently, and put it down again.
She thought about it and buckled her seat belt.
— She was a little absent-minded.
It was not until halfway through that Mo Shangjun remembered Yan Tianxing.
Then, think of the phone that has been off since last night.
Thinking that Yan Tianxing might know about this, she hesitated, flipped out the phone, and turned it on.
A lot of information and phone calls came from Yan Tianxing, Peng Yuqiu, Ruan Yan, Lin Mao and others.
Peng Yuqiu seemed to have gotten the news and asked her about Liang Zhiqiong's situation. Ruan Yan told her that Peng Yuqiu and their planned training had been successfully arrested and evidence that could prove her illegal identity was obtained.
In the matter of permission, Shi Xiang, who was deceived to help, was also implicated, and the school took it seriously, and Shi Xiang has now been dismissed and detained.
Mo Shangyun has been staring at this matter for a while. Logically speaking, she is happy to see such a result, but seeing such a result now, she only feels normal.
She just hoped to find Chen Lu's whereabouts on the license as soon as possible.
Yan Tianxing made several calls, but did not send any messages.
Now that Peng Yuqiu knew it, Yan Tianxing, the captain, had no reason not to know.
Mo Shangjun leaned back in his chair and called Yan Tianxing back.
The bell rang and the call was successfully connected.
"Where?"
When Mo Shangjun heard Yan Tianxing's voice, unexpectedly, he heard a little worry and urgency in his tone.
Mo Shangjun glanced out the window and said, "On the way back to the Army Academy."
"I'm in your army."
"Huh?" Mo Shangyun was stunned for a while, but didn't react for a while.
their troops
Yan Tianxing came to Ancheng
"Get out of the car now, and I'll come right over." Yan Tianxing said solemnly.
Mo Shangyun paused for two seconds, then gradually understood, said the name of a nearby park, and hung up.
She asked the driver to pull over.
The driver stopped the car and looked at the back of Mo Shangyun getting out of the car, hesitating to say anything.
Mo Shangyun walked all the way to the park.
There was another drizzle in the sky, like needles and threads, densely packed, and it didn't feel like falling on the body, but after a long time, I could feel the slightest chill.
She walked slowly, but in the blink of an eye, she came to the park.
It was raining and there was no one here, so she bought a newspaper at the newspaper stop, found a bench and lay down on the side, then blocked the newspaper to her head, and began to close her eyes.
I didn't want to sleep at first, but for some reason, drowsiness gradually swept up.
"Sister, sister..."
In a trance and haze, Mo Shangjun suddenly heard a crisp and tender cry.
Two seconds later, Mo Shangyun opened his eyes and took off the newspaper covering his face.
What caught my eye was a tender and lovely face, carved in pink and jade, about six or seven years old. The little girl blinked two pigtails, held a small flower umbrella, and pushed her shoulders with her small hands.
Seeing Mo Shangyun open her eyes, a happy smile appeared on the little girl's face.
Mo Shangyun didn't come back to his senses for a while.
"Sister, this is for you."
The little girl stuffed a folding umbrella into Mo Shangyun's hand, accompanied by a lollipop.
There were two more things in her hand, which made Mo Shangyun stunned for a while. This kind of pure and clean kindness from a child made her a little confused between reality and illusion.
Mo Shangyun got up and sat up from the chair.
She raised her hand and touched her forehead, it was a little hot, as if she had a fever.
"Sister, go home early."
The little girl said to Mo Shangyun, then turned around and ran away.
Her legs are short and her steps are small, but she runs very lightly, and the sound of her footsteps is a little different from the sound of the rain.
Mo Shangyun looked up at the little girl's back.
Then, I saw a young woman standing at a distance of about 20 meters. She held an umbrella and greeted the little girl who ran over.
Seemingly noticing Mo Shangyun's gaze, the woman's umbrella lifted slightly, revealing an ordinary but gentle face.
She smiled at Mo Shangyun, warm like a spring breeze.
Mo Shangjun nodded at her, thanking her.
Soon, the woman took the little girl's hand and left.
After a long time, Mo Shangyun was in a trance. If it weren't for the umbrella and lollipop still in her hand, she would have thought that what just happened was an illusion.
I never thought that I would receive such a sudden and unfamiliar kindness.
She looked at her dress.
uh, no military uniform...
Mo Shangyun felt a little confused in his mind.
Pressing his eyebrows, Mo Shangyun sat on the chair, pulled down the brim of his hat slightly to block his eyebrows, and sat motionless.
I don't know what time it is, is Yan Tianxing here
Thinking of this, Mo Shangyun glanced around and noticed the soaked jacket and jeans.
Seeing Yan Tianxing like this, it is estimated that it is a bit miserable.
She intends to find a place to shelter from the rain.
But, just as he was about to get up, Mo Shangyun raised his eyes to see the situation in the park, just in time to see the man approaching.
White shirt, black trousers, tall, elegant temperament, evil looking, and unparalleled beauty.
He came hurriedly, striding a lot, obviously separated by a certain distance, but almost in the blink of an eye, people came to him.
Yan Tianxing looked at Mo Shangyun, who was drenched in soup.
The clothes were dripping, and the rain fell on her, splashing on the brim of her hat, and her wet hair clinging to her cheeks and neck, messy and embarrassed.
It's just that those eyes are still clear and bright, and they have such a distressing taste.
Yan Tianxing was angry and sad.
Raising his hand, Yan Tianxing pulled Mo Shangyun's brim aside, revealing Mo Shangyun's delicate and embarrassed face.
"fool."
The whispered words seemed to be blaming, disgusting, and also speaking to themselves.
The next moment, Mo Shangjun put his arms around his waist and buried his head in his arms.
Yan Tianxing froze.
He heard Mo Shangyun's hoarse voice in the pattering rain, "Yan Tianxing, I killed someone."
257、I want to give you to Yan Tianxing