The sun sets, and the orange-red afterglow falls on the playground.
After half a month of intense training, the trainees in the military training gradually adapted to life in the military area. Although they were all tanned and their skin was rough, their mental outlook was much better and their bodies were much stronger.
I just finished swimming training this afternoon, and except for some landlubber students, everyone else has basically passed the test.
The second week of training has ended, and the tense atmosphere has relaxed a lot.
Mo Wen was sitting on a parallel bar in the playground, holding a dry leaf in his hand and playing a little tune to his mouth.
A simple dead leaf fell into Mo Wen's hands like a musical instrument, with classical and elegant notes constantly jumping out, forming a piece of music full of ancient charm.
Mo Wen, the world in that life was similar to the ancient feudal society. Girls would learn life skills such as nunhong, farming and weaving, while boys who had the conditions would learn poetry, riding, and archery, and take the Four Books and Five Classics exams to gain fame.
Young ladies from aristocratic families will learn chess, calligraphy, and painting; Mo Wen's Mo family is the oldest martial arts family. He has been influenced by ancient culture since he was a child. He is proficient in chess, calligraphy, and painting, and few others are able to ride and shoot.
comparable.
However, what he liked most was not various musical instruments, but the use of dead leaves to play special rhythmic music. In that feudal society, it was just a heresy; but as a miracle doctor, how could he care about this.
In the past, he would go into the deep mountains and forests day and night, taste hundreds of herbs, and stay away from the world. When he was lonely, he would pick up a leaf and play a tune.
"Don't ask, when did you learn to play the music? It sounds great."
A voice suddenly sounded from behind Mo Wen. Perhaps because he was too engrossed, or perhaps without his previous inner energy cultivation, Mo Wen did not notice anyone approaching.
"Qin Xiaoyou."
Mo Wen subconsciously turned around and found a slim girl standing behind him. She was wearing a straight military uniform, a little less delicate and a little more resolute;
Who is it if it's not Qin Xiaoyou? At this moment, Qin Xiaoyou looks a bit like a heroic female soldier.
During the half-month military training, he met Qin Xiaoyou several times; since the school had already arranged the military training divisions, according to departments, the Department of Medicine and the Department of Economics and Management were both divided into the 19th Army Corps Military Region.
That’s why Qin Xiaoyou and Mo Wen were assigned to the same military region, but Qin Xiaoyou was in the women’s camp and he was in the men’s camp. In addition to Qin Xiaoyou, the students in the same class as Mo Wen were also assigned to the 19th Army Corps military region; if
If Qin Xiaoyou hadn't told him, Mo Wen wouldn't have known.
After all, he was not familiar with the people in his class and knew few of them.
"When will you learn to play music? You really can't tell a person by his appearance."
Qin Xiaoyou looked Mo Wen up and down curiously. Mo Wen had been her classmate for three years, and this was the first time she knew that Mo Wen could play music, and it sounded so good.
"There's a lot you don't know." Mo Wen said with a smile.
"Stinky fart."
Qin Xiaoyou rolled her eyes at Mo Wen angrily, but thinking about it carefully, she really didn't know much about Mo Wen; in her impression, Mo Wen was a man of few words and a bit introverted;
We have been good friends for three years, but most of the time I talk to him. He just listens and rarely speaks.
So besides knowing that he was from a single-parent family, she really didn't know much about Mo Qiao.
"Why do you have time to come to see me today? Aren't you busy with that concert?" Mo Wen asked strangely.
Does he know that Qin Xiaoyou is very busy? It is said that he is responsible for organizing the Mid-Autumn Festival performances of the female military camp, and he has not seen Qin Xiaoyou for several days.
Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the entire military region is on holiday. As for the four military training camps, they will jointly hold a celebration. At that time, each battalion will send people to perform on stage, and their four battalions are also beginning to rehearse intensely.
"It's not a concert, it's a party. It has been arranged long ago."
Qin Xiaoyou rolled his eyes at Mo Wen and said confidently that the performance might be a bit of a headache for the male military camp, but for the female military camp, it is a piece of cake.
She put her hands on the parallel bars, jumped up, flipped her body dexterously, and sat on the horizontal bars side by side with Mo Wen.
"Not bad at all." Mo Wen said with a smile.
Although Qin Xiaoyou is a girl, she can endure hardships. After half a month of training, she has become somewhat capable and cheerful. Although her skin is a little tanned, she has a bit more wild beauty.
"That's right, I'm ranked in the top ten in the entire female barracks in the 400-meter obstacle course."
Qin Xiaoyou snorted and raised his chin slightly, like a proud swan stretching its neck.
Mo Wen smiled slightly. Although Qin Xiaoyou is a girl, she is very strong. In high school, she was the monitor and president of the student union. She actively participated in class and school activities, and her academic performance was always among the best in her grade.
"Don't ask, Cheng Hao is also in the 19th Army Group Military Region. What happened last time you fought..." Qin Xiaoyou paused for a moment, and then said with some worry: "Anyway, just be careful and try to avoid him."
The fight in the cafeteria was basically known to the entire military region. Qin Xiaoyou found out through a well-informed sister. It seemed that the incident was related to Cheng Hao, and the target was Mo Wen.
Looking at Qin Xiaoyou's slightly frowned brows, Mo Wen smiled noncommittally; if Cheng Hao didn't put him in his eyes, even if Cheng Hao didn't trouble him, he would go back in revenge, but he hasn't found anyone to take revenge yet.
Just an opportunity.
"He is a playboy who does all kinds of evil, aren't you afraid of him?"
Qin Xiaoyou became angry when he saw Mo Wen's tepid look. Others were worried about him, but he didn't take it seriously.
"Why are you afraid of him? If you are afraid of him, won't he bully you?"
Don't ask funny questions.
"That's right, that bastard, why does he always go against you?"
Qin Xiaoyou was a little confused. Cheng Hao seemed to have always been at odds with Mo Wen. He had been bullying Mo Wen since high school, and later almost ruined Mo Wen's chance of going to college.
"Because he is envious, jealous and hateful." Mo Wen smiled.
"Envy, jealousy and hatred?" Qin Xiaoyou blinked and looked at Mo Wen in confusion.
"Because he envies that I can be friends with the belle of No. 1 Middle School, but he can't." Mo Wen said seriously.
"go away."
Qin Xiaoyou immediately became angry and glared at Mo Wen fiercely. He said that, couldn't it be her fault? Besides, there were so many people who were friends with her. Why didn't Cheng Hao find trouble with others?
Find him.
"I guess there's something wrong with your character." Qin Xiaoyou concluded.
But she didn't know that Cheng Hao's constant stare at Mo Wen really had something to do with her; if Mo Wen hadn't helped him secretly, I'm afraid she would have fallen into the hands of that flashy young man Cheng Hao.
"I guess Cheng Hao is too imaginative, and some nerve is wrong."
Mo Wen raised his eyebrows and analyzed it carefully.
Phew~
Qin Xiaoyou couldn't help laughing, "Be careful anyway, I won't tell you anymore, I will have to sort out the housework later."
"By the way, will you perform on stage at tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Festival Party?"
She jumped off the horizontal bar, rolled her eyes, looked at Mo Wen with interest and asked.
"Won't."
Don't ask if you are interested in participating in any performances.
"I'm leaving."
Qin Xiaoyou showed a sly smile, turned around and left gracefully.
In the evening, Mo Wen walked out of the dormitory alone again, found a remote corner on the playground, and began to practice Dragon Tiger Boxing.
After half a month of training, his physical fitness has obviously improved to a higher level. Especially the daily high-intensity training in the army and the combination of nutritious food can easily promote the progress of training.
"Don't ask, don't work so hard."
Behind him, Wang Yuan's voice sounded. Ever since he knew that Mo Wen was also an ancient warrior, he had often hung out with Mo Wen; after all, they belonged to the same type of people and had a common language, especially since Mo Wen was higher in cultivation than him.
His understanding of cultivation is deeper than his.
After a few days of interaction, he found that what Mo Wen occasionally said was very helpful to his cultivation, and some of his insights were even more insightful than what his master said.
Therefore, whenever Mo Wen practices, he will follow him to practice; however, Mo Wen's efforts are a bit surprising to him. He also boasted of his hard work before, but compared with Mo Wen, he is probably far behind.