Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

"You, are you company commander?!"

"Associate."

Seeing Xiao Yi's dumbfounded expression, Mo Shangjun added lukewarmly.

Yesterday, Lang Yan asked a few people to come to visit her and give her a condolences. It was very grand, and Lu Yang knew it was not surprising.

"The deputy is also very powerful, you look only twenty years old..." Xiao Yi smiled at her, "has he graduated from a military school?"

"Huh." Mo Shangyun responded faintly.

"That, Mr. Mo, we speak here, will it affect you?" Xiao Yi smiled a little shyly.

After glancing at them, Mo Shangyun shrugged, "No."

Xiao Yi was relieved, and then thanked Mo Shangyun.

Mo Shangyun didn't care anymore. He turned his back to them and sat at the window to read.

However, even if they were reading books quietly, the conversation between the two of them allowed Mo Shangjun to understand them by two or three points.

Both men joined the army at the age of 18 and served in a unit of the East China Sea Fleet, but Lu Yang was one year older than Xiao Yi and enlisted a year earlier than Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi retired after two years as a compulsory soldier, and then made a living on short stories published in magazines, and was 25 years old-that is, the first successful novel published this year. Lu Yang passed the selection of frogmen two years later and successfully entered the Marine Corps. He then retired in the first half of this year.

What puzzles Mo Shangyun is-

Veterans are generally retired when recruiting new recruits. September is the time for recruits to join the army and veterans to retire. Lu Yang's "first half of the year" is really something wrong.

However, because of eavesdropping, Mo Shangyun did not ask.

The two comrades and brothers who haven't seen in six years now come together without any sense of alienation. Even looking at the lifeless Lu Yang has become talkative.

Mo Shangyun read a dozen pages of Shuo Wen Jie Zi, and a call came again.

Since being hospitalized, Yan Tianxing announced to the outside that she was "have accidentally injured her leg with a knife", from the entire training camp to her brother Moshuangshuang, lest she would commit such a stupid act of self-mutilation throughout the world. , So that you can get a lot of ridicule and greetings every day, the phone is constant, Mo Shangyun is already used to it.

Without looking at the phone screen, Mo Shangjun directly answered.

"Mo Fulian!"

As soon as he answered the phone, there was a cry of Lang Yan's affectionate money.

Mo Shangjun almost shivered the goose bumps.

"Huh?" Mo Shangyun wondered.

"When are we going back to the company?" Lang Yan asked with a smile, as if the elders were considerate and caring for the juniors, so that Mo Shangyun's air-conditioning approached his head, and everyone was uncomfortable.

After hesitating, Mo Shangyun gave the answer that Lang Yan knew, "End of the month."

The training camp has successfully disbanded, that is to say, she does not return to Yan Tianxing, and the leave is also approved by the company-when to go back, Lang Yan knows clearly.

"At the end of the month..." Lang Yan's voice immediately became disappointed, sighing, fearing that others would not feel it.

After a while, he added deliberately, "Good end of the month, good end of the month, when we come back at the end of the month, our company will change again--"

"You have something to talk about."

Mo Shangyun interrupted his hint of turning around in time.

"What's that," Lang Yan coughed, and became hypocritical and euphemistic again, "It's not really a big deal..."

Touching his nose, Mo Shangyun said straightforwardly: "Long Commander Lang, such a mother-in-law is not like you."

"..."

Lang Yan was silent, but did not refute.

"Did you read the news? Recently...cough, the international situation is more serious..." Lang Yan said more implicitly.

Mo Shangyun froze for a moment, then ridiculed: "It's not even our turn to fight, what are you worried about? Want to take the initiative?"

"Which I am qualified," Lang Yan said helplessly, finally talking about the key point. "Other companies have taken this opportunity to do ideological work and boost morale. The instructor also wants to find some time to mobilize in Erlian."

"Isn't it good?" Mo Shangyun asked.

Lang Yan paused briefly, his voice suddenly heavy, and he asked, "Is it really okay?"

Mo Shangyun raised his eyelids and his eyes fell to the sky outside the window. In the hot afternoon, the sky was cloudless, and even the vision could feel the heat of this summer.

After sorting things out, Mo Shangyun asked: "The instructor thinks, but you are not happy?"

"That's what it means."

"Pull me back to the team?" Mo Shangyun asked with a smile.

"..." Lang Yan cleared his throat, embarrassed, "can't say that."

"I can't say this," Mo Shangjun leaned back on the back of the chair, and the left hand closed the book resting on his knees. It didn't matter. "I'm inexperienced and have no idea about this."

"How is it possible that you have the most ideas." Lang Yan said, "I think, neither me nor the instructor, you can always convince someone."

Mo Shangyun smiled, "I dare not wear this high hat."

"..."

Lang Yan was silent.

Even on the phone, Mo Shangyun could feel Lang Yan's doubts.

Xu Shi Langyan himself was not sure whether his persistence was correct, so he called his assistant and deputy company commander-all he wanted was a result.

Even if this result is persuaded.

However, Mo Shangyun, who can't even make his own decisions, is difficult to give him such a result.

Although, she can understand what Lang Yan is worried about—

"He wants to bring out a group of soldiers who are not afraid of war, but who will never be eager for war because of war. 』

This peace lover does not expect war.

"Then I think about it again."

Halfway, Lang Yan gave such an answer.

"Ok."

Mo Shangjun responded faintly.

"Repair well." Lang Yan urged, and then hung up the phone.

The easy beginning, and the dull ending, was not what Mo Shangyun wanted to see, but she couldn't help it.

However, after hanging up the phone, it is difficult to read the book in hand.

In the afternoon of this summer, even the air was hot, and a gust of summer wind was blowing in from the window, with the hot temperature, it was stuffy and hot, which made Mo Shangjun frown uncomfortably.

The wind blows the hair, and the uncut hair in March somehow grows again. The hair brushes the cheeks and neck, and itchy.

Mo Shangyun turned his head away.

What should I do next?

*

Comrades who haven't seen in five years, chatted together for two hours.

Mo Shangyun used his mobile phone to play games for two hours.

"Oh, I almost forgot. This is my first feature novel "A Drop of Blood", specially brought to you." Xiao Yi's voice suddenly attracted Mo Shangjun's attention, "Although it is not written well , But hope to relieve you."

Mo Shangyun turned back when he heard the sound.

She saw Lu Yang sitting on the bed taking over the book, and then gave Xiao Yi a gentle and sincere smile. "Congratulations, your dream has come true."

Xiao Yi grabbed her hair with embarrassment.

It took so long to publish the first novel. It can be said that he is very talented.

"Speaking of your retirement, did you find anything to do?" Xiao Yi changed the subject.

Lu Yang was stunned, and his expression was a little awkward. "No."

"..."

Xiao Yi ripped off the corner of his mouth, feeling more embarrassed.

However, he quickly found a new topic—accompanying Lu Yang in the hospital and basking in the sun.

Lu Yang hesitated and nodded.

Xiao Yi sighed with relief and quickly found a wheelchair to push the landing and go out.

When he left, he also greeted Mo Shangyun specially.

"Can I read your book?"

The unused wasteful man asked Xiao Yi unexpectedly.

"Ah, yes."

Xiao Yi nodded in a panic. When he handed the book over, he hurriedly glanced at Mo Shunyun's Shuo Wen Jie Zi, thinking that such a person might not see his book, but he didn't know. How to refuse.

"Thank you."

After accepting the book, Mo Shangyun thanked.

"No, no." Xiao Yi stuttered, and then turned around embarrassedly to push Lu Yang.

Lu Yang, who was sitting in a wheelchair, looked at Mo Shangyun. He looked down and turned over the book very seriously. It didn't seem to turn over and pass the time with a casual attitude, so he didn't say anything, but took back his eyes lightly.

When Xiao Yi and Lu Yang left, they closed the door intimately, but gave Mo Shangjun a relatively quiet environment.

She looked down at the book.

A veteran navy wrote a book about the navy.

——Accurately, it is a novel.

The two-year conscripts should not have much contact, but they have no mistakes in their knowledge, and they should have consulted a lot of information.

Mo Shangyun, who had never loved reading novels, read it with interest this time. After watching it for three hours, when she recovered, the sunset glowed by the window and it was almost dusk.

"Knock. Knock. Knock."

Three knocks on the door interrupted Mo Shangjun's reading.

"Come in."

Mo Shangyun didn't lift his head.

The voice was not loud, and I did not know if the people outside the door could hear clearly, but the door was pushed open at the moment she finished.

Feeling a familiar breath, Mo Shangyun's movement of turning the book, and then slightly raised his head and looked towards the door.

- As expected, Yan Tianxing came.

Instead of wearing a conspicuous military uniform, he wore a casual dress. In such a hot day, he still wore shirts and trousers, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his shirt unbuttoned two buttons, revealing a charming and delicate collarbone.

Put your left hand in your trouser pocket and your right hand holding her dinner tonight, still the appearance of that evildoer.

From the angle of ink painting, you can still see the nurse passing by the corridor.

However, at the next moment, Yan Yanli, who had eyes behind his head, closed the door.

"What to eat tonight?"

Mo Shangyun put the books together and put them on the table at hand.

Yan Tianxing came over and swept his eyes from the book cover without comments, but quickly withdrew, he bypassed Mo Shangyun, put the dinner in his hand on the table, and threw three words coldly, "See for yourself."

Mo Shangyun glanced at him.

But soon, she just "Oh" faintly, without any irony or rebuttal.

She pushed the wheelchair herself, turned a corner, faced the table, and opened the dinner.

Two dishes and one soup, and one meal are very light, and you can't see any chili.

Yan Tianxing stood on the side and looked at her for a moment, his brow furrowed, with a lot of dissatisfaction.

Since Mo Shangyun was hospitalized, every time I saw her, it was this lifeless, seemingly nothing, but subconsciously not interested in anything, somberly annoying.

"How about him?" Yan Tianxing noticed the empty bed beside him.

"I went for a walk." Picking up the chopsticks, Mo Shangyun replied subconsciously, but he took a slight pause, suddenly realizing what she was staring at the people around her, "Yan Tianxing, did you arrange it on purpose?"

"Ok."

Yan Tianxing stood by the window, leaned back, and leaned on it. He glanced at her condescendingly and admitted without guilty.

Mo Shangyun stared at him and asked suspiciously, "Why?"

"Huh?" Lazily said, Yan Tianxing looked at her lazily, and said in a tone of "everyone knows", "Two walking dead together to avoid disturbing others."

"Click".

The chopsticks in Mo Shangjun's hand were broken.

Two pieces, broken in the middle.

Throwing the chopsticks aside, ink squinting at him, his voice drooping, "The training is over, you are so idle that you feel that life is boring?"

"It's very busy," Yan Tianxing said slowly, "I'll take you to the training camp and send you back to lifelessly. I can't explain."

Mo Shangyun pressed his anger, "Why are you so dead?"

The sunset glow slanted from behind Yan Tianxing, and pulled out a long figure, which just sprinkled on Mo Shangyun's body, and the shadow covered the long and fierce eyes.

Yan Tianxing smiled, not sincerely, but a bit ridiculous and gloomy, he said in a word: "I said that your foot hurt yourself, how, other people don’t have the brain to believe, even you Without thinking, I believe you can do such a stupid thing?"

"What did you see?" Mo Shangyun's voice was lowered a little, and he was a little bored.

She should have thought about what Yan Tianxing would see...

She didn't know when Yan Tianxing arrived or whether she had watched the whole scene.

She asked, Yan Tianxing did not say.

What she knew was that Yan Tianxing concealed everything, and did not tell anyone about the existence of "that person", and even "white powder" was concealed.

Everyone wonders whether she is so stupid, but when there is no other answer, they can only choose to believe that she is so stupid and hurt herself.

In the more than ten days since she was hospitalized, no one has mentioned to her about that person, the black eagle, the white powder, or even the normal inquiry.

Even the end of the training camp exercises, break up, summary of results... didn't bother her.

Yan Tianxing did things so thoughtfully that she even wondered if it was an illusion.

"What I should see, what I shouldn't see..." Yan Tianxing stood up straight and stepped forward. Evening glow plated light around him, he was like a god, "Mo Shangyun, you pretend to live as before Same thing, do you really think nothing happened?"

Words and sentences fell into my ears.

Mo Shangyun looked at him and looked at the face as if he saw another person across the face.

For a moment, she even suspected that Yan Tianxing, who was in front of her, was fake and was disguised by another person.

For a long time, she took a deep breath and calmly said: "It has nothing to do with you."

Seeing her apathy and alienation, and resisting from the inside out, Yan Tianxing tickled his lips, "Yes, your business has never had anything to do with me."

The air was silent.

Mo Shangyun didn't speak, and Yan Tianxing didn't speak anymore.

At dusk, in the blink of an eye, the afterglow of the setting sun disappeared, and it was dark outside, leaving only the lights of the street lights, and no lights in the room. The two eyes were facing each other, but their figures were hidden in the darkness.

Gradually, none of them could clearly see each other's expressions, even though they were only one meter apart.

Yan Tianxing suddenly thought of Mo Shangyun he saw that day——

Lying on the ground with blood, a man kissed her forehead, whispered in her ear, the picture harmoniously dazzled, the jungle, landscape, sky and earth became unimportant, and their world was only themselves.

He recognized the man.

The man who was waiting for Mo Jun on both occasions outside the school.

He remembers the two times, the ink paintings that came out of the wall, walking past him, and naturally walking towards the man's picture, without tweaking, irritability, discomfort, or even deliberate, but incomparable calmness, such as walking to the closest people.

and--

In this hot summer, Mo Shangyun suddenly felt cold.

She looked at the people close by, but felt far away.

Her eyes are still dark, clear, and bright, but there are strange emotions hidden in the depths of her eyes, and the emergence of darkness sweeps up, and can swallow the light at any time.

"Is it obvious?"

Finally, Mo Shangyun made a noise, breaking the dead silence.

Is it obvious?

She looks normal and abnormal.

"Ok."

Yan Tianxing responded, not half close to random.

"Oh."

Mo Shangyun made a noise.

Yan Tianxing raised his leg and walked towards the door.

Mo Shangyun didn't go to see him.

But, just halfway through Yan Tianxing, the door of the ward was opened. As the room light was turned on, Lu Yang's surprised voice came from outside—

"Team Yan?"