After returning home, Mo Shangyun thought that Yan Tianxing's information had not been returned, so he went to the office to get his mobile phone.
Lang Yan was still busy, looking at the relaxed Mo Shangyun, expressing his envy from the bottom of his heart.
However, he didn't receive a phone call this night, which made Lang Yan very happy - it was a great feeling that no one came to disturb him, and it would be better if people looking for him were so conscious in the future.
What Mo Shangjun reciprocated to him was a look of sympathy.
go out.
Back in the dormitory, Mo Shangyun's phone was turned on.
However, the first thing that jumped out was not Yan Tianxing's information, but Song Xiuliang's.
A haunted man.
- "Song Xiuliang: Mo Shangyun, escaping is not the solution to the problem. 』
- "Song Xiuliang: Your father would ask me about your psychological state from time to time. I've been hiding this from you for a few years, so why don't you cooperate a little? 』
- "Song Xiuliang: If this continues, it will affect your current work. 』
- "Song Xiuliang: I'm going to be transferred soon, can you please cherish me. 』
- "Song Xiuliang: After this village, there is no such shop. 』
…
It's all that kind of stuff.
Hard and soft.
Song Xiuliang's cheeky and cheap sense of sight rushed towards him.
Mo Shangyun took a deep breath.
After exiting, he first sent a message back to Yan Tianxing, hesitated for a moment, and then replied to Song Xiuliang.
- "Mo Shangyun: I'm healthy, don't worry. 』
As soon as it was sent, the message came back.
- "Song Xiulang: Self-deception. 』
- "Song Xiuliang: I don't believe you are 100% healthy physically, let alone mentally. 』
- "Mo Shangyun: Doctor Song, you're looking for trouble. 』
- "Song Xiuliang: The world needs people like me who are not looking for trouble. 』
- "Mo Shangyun: You delayed me to save the world. 』
- "Song Xiuliang:..."
- "Song Xiuliang: It's a bit of a middle schooler. 』
Mo Shangyun gritted his teeth and ignored him.
Just as I was about to block him, I saw the message pop up again.
- "Song Xiuliang: You blocked me, you and your father are not very easy to explain. 』
Mo Shangyun: "..."
- "Song Xiuliang: Just two questions, let's cooperate. 』
—『Song Xiuliang: 1. How often do you hear hallucinations in your left ear? Second, when is it usually more serious? 』
- "Mo Shangyun: One, it's okay. Two, gunshots. 』
- "Song Xiuliang: I just said that it has an impact on your work. 』
- "Mo Shangyun: You can disappear. 』
Mo Shangyun finished the last sentence patiently.
Then, he decisively blocked his phone and WeChat.
I never thought of blocking him, because he never contacted her.
Three years ago, around this time, Song Xiuliang, a psychiatrist who had just graduated from his doctorate, was successfully drawn over by Mo Cang to give Mo Shangyun psychological counseling.
Mo Shangyun was still recuperating in the hospital at the time, and he couldn't run away. In addition, Song Xiuliang's work ethic was really hard to pick. He tried every means to meet her and talk to her, and no matter how sarcastic she was, he was patient. In the past, there was no anger at all. Because the days in the hospital were boring, and she was injured and hospitalized, few people knew about her, and no one came to visit, so when this person was bored, when he saw someone who could talk, no matter how much he resisted, he looked a little bit. It was pleasing to the eye, and gradually he became a friend.
At that time, Song Xiuliang knew the general history of the matter, and the source was Mo Cang, but what Song Xiulang knew was only what Mo Cang knew. It was very disgusting, but after a long time, Song Xiulang would also say something to him when he talked about it.
As for the problem with her left ear, she discovered it after being hospitalized for two months. She didn't tell anyone. Song Xiuliang found something different with his keen intuition, and he couldn't ask directly, so he found a lot of ways to try it.
Thanks to him being able to come up with so many ways, even Mo Shangjun told him helplessly.
Song Xiuliang slapped the table at the time, saying that the situation was worse than he imagined.
Mo Shangjun beat him up before letting him hide it.
Song Xiuliang said with a blue nose and a swollen face, try his best. - However, in fact, he is quite reliable. Anyway, no third person knows about it until now.
Since she returned to school three years ago, she has almost gotten rid of him, and her mobile phone is basically not turned on, and occasionally she ignores his news when she turns it on.
In the first year, I looked for her more often. In the second year, it seemed that my patience was slowly exhausted, and the number of contacts gradually decreased. In the third year, that is, this year, I basically did not see any news of him.
Mo Shangyun almost forgot about him.
As a result, he got out again at this time.
Thinking of this, the phone buzzed.
It was Yan Tianxing.
After taking off the training cap and putting it on the table, Mo Shangyun answered the phone.
The next day, with the help of the tutor, Mo Shangyun got the approval of the leader early in the morning. - Approve travel.
From the afternoon of the 31st to the 6th of the next month, for almost a week, Mo Shangjun can basically move freely as long as he obtains the consent of his tutor.
In this regard, Mo Shangyun is very satisfied.
He even forgot about Song Xiuliang last night.
In the morning in the company, Mo Shangjun took the initiative to find Zhang Zheng, the platoon leader, and all the squad leaders (including the deputy squad leader) to go to the first floor for a meeting. Explain the focus and plan of the next training, let them take notes one by one, and explain their respective management tasks for the class and platoon before disbanding.
Even if she has to leave for a few days, her goals cannot be changed, and the plan must be carried out as scheduled.
And the result had to be consistent with what she thought.
- Possibly, this is the last time she has led troops in the Second Company.
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