The sound of fingers tapping on the keyboard is crisp and loud, giving it a strong sense of rhythm.
The sound of rain falling outside, pattering and dripping intensively, calms and soothes the mood.
Mo Shangjun doesn't hate rain, whether it's a storm or a drizzle. Some people find it uncomfortable to be wet. They are covered in moisture wherever they go, and their mood is gloomy, so they are extremely disgusted.
But Mo Shangjun never resents it. When she is not busy, she especially likes to listen to the sound of rain. Sometimes violent, sometimes calm, unpredictable and ever-changing. This is the sound given by nature, with the most familiar rhythm in her memory.
Age, environment, location, relatives and friends, status, mood... everything changes, but this sound can be heard no matter where you live, with no geographical restrictions.
She also prefers that the sky clears up after the rain, the washed ground is exceptionally clean, the moist air has a fresh smell, and if she is lucky, she can see a rainbow.
This is something she realized a long time ago.
Gradually, because life is filled with too many things and I am too busy to do it, I no longer have the heart to listen to the sound of rain.
The natural environment seems to be integrated into life, without affecting anything, so it has long been used to numbness when it comes and goes.
But, unusually, tonight Mo Shangyun's thoughts were gradually attracted by the sound of rain.
The office is too quiet, so any sound is particularly clear.
There was the continuous sound of rain outside and the sound of typing on the keyboard opposite.
After writing two pages, Mo Shangyun turned to the third page, and his mind suddenly stopped. He wrote two words along the previous sentence pattern, held the pen for a moment, and then crossed it out with the tip of the pen.
I don't know what to write.
After a few seconds of pause, Mo Shangyun suddenly raised his eyelids and his gaze fell on Yan Tianxing opposite.
He is working.
His slender and beautiful fingers were working on the keyboard, typing something unknown. His attention was on the computer screen, so when he rarely made mistakes, he did not need to click the delete key. Therefore, the rhythm was always steady, slow and easy, just like his
With his personality, he can always control everything easily and he has never made any mistakes.
The soft light of the incandescent lamp shines on him, and the sharp and deep eyebrows are covered with a touch of softness. His focused and serious expression makes him more attractive. He does not have the feeling of being wanton and evil on the training ground, and lacks the kind of direct charge.
He feels a violent impact in his heart, but when he sits down to work, he has a different kind of charm, maturity and stability. That kind of power will slowly surround the tip of his heart, leaving an unforgettable heartbeat.
The air conditioner was running, and warm air blew from the side. Yan Tianxing was wearing a short-sleeved shirt. The sleeves swayed slightly, revealing two arms, strong and powerful, with clearly visible muscle lines.
It's also strange. Yan Tianxing is usually not seen maintaining physical fitness and exercising regularly, but Yan Tianxing can always maintain his physical fitness at the most stable level.
"What are you doing?"
As Yan Tianxing asked softly and magnetically, the sound of typing on the keyboard suddenly stopped.
Mo Shangyun came back to his senses, and his eyes suddenly hit Yan Tianxing's eyes. The eyes were full of smiles. They were shallow, as if he had fallen into them accidentally. In the depths was a deep lake, calm and waveless, but with a very strong
Appeal.
Mo Shangyun said: "Look at you."
There was no hesitation at all and he spoke clearly and concisely.
Yan Tianxing was a little stunned by her frankness, then he chuckled and asked, "Is it finished?"
"No." Mo Shangyun said matter-of-factly, "I'm not familiar with writing self-criticisms."
She has been a good student since she was a child, and her journey has been smooth. Even if she occasionally makes small mistakes, her teachers and parents will turn a blind eye, so she really has not written a few reviews.
Really unfamiliar.
However, Yan Tianxing could clearly see a bit of shamelessness in her calm demeanor.
She was afraid that she had selectively forgotten about the training camp.
That's not right, her review was full of fraud.
Yan Tianxing said considerately: "The more you write, the more you'll get familiar with it."
Mo Shangyun: "..."
She doesn't like "mature" at all.
Putting her hand on her chin, Mo Shangjun's attention returned to self-examination. As she frowned and thought, she grabbed the pen in her right hand and moved her fingers unconsciously, causing the pen to rotate rapidly with her movements.
Yan Tianxing, who wanted to continue writing the report, saw Mo Shangyun frowning in thought. For no reason, his eyes were caught by her, and he couldn't look away for a while.
Her hair is almost dry, because it has just been washed, and there is no sweat or dust. The hair is very clean, with some broken hair falling down, covering her small cheeks and plump forehead. Her eyes are half lowered because she is thinking about how to write next.
, his expression was full of boredom and boredom.
The loose and large-sized training clothes were put on her body, and the cool and arrogant look she usually wore was completely covered up. It only made her petite figure appear, and her every move was inexplicably cute. At this moment, she was just like a little girl trapped by homework.
Yan Tianxing couldn't help but wonder whether Mo Shangyun, a so-called perverted being, was sometimes stumped by problems when he was a student not long ago. And when he was troubled, would he occasionally have this little trouble?
His expression included a tilt of his head, a frown, and a curl of his lips, and then his eyes burned with concentration, filled with determination to break through the problem.
After thinking for a few minutes, Mo Shangjun finally clarified her thoughts. There was a bit more fighting spirit in her eyes. The rapidly rotating pen suddenly stopped in the movement of her fingers and stopped for a moment. She began to continue writing her review.
When she is doing something wholeheartedly, Mo Shangjun will appear extremely focused, and all the movements around her have nothing to do with her.
Even when Yan Tianxing stood up and poured her another cup of hot water, she didn't even move her head.
——This phenomenon is rare.
Because Mo Shangjun has always been wary of everything around him, he rarely lets down his guard completely and does something.
In the blink of an eye, she had finished writing the third page.
Seeing that she was writing smoothly, Yan Tianxing did not bother her, sat back in front of the computer and continued to write the unfinished report.
Time passes in the night.
In the office building, the lights went out one after another. I don't know when they came up. Only the one in the team captain's office was on.
During a routine inspection, the inspector saw the lights on here and just glanced at them briefly before passing by, as if he was accustomed to this state of affairs.
As the captain of a team, it is common for Yan Tianxing to be busy late into the night.
The higher the position, the greater the responsibility.
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When the pen tip drew the last full stop, Mo Shangjun felt relaxed both physically and mentally.
The 5,000-word review was completed in one breath after pausing for a few minutes.
She made a preliminary estimate and found that the number of words should be several hundred more.
But it doesn't matter, just treat it as a gift to Yan Tianxing.
Hearing the sound of the pen cap being buckled, Yan Tianxing looked away from the computer screen, then looked at Mo Shangyun with a slight smile and asked, "Okay?"
"Um."
Mo Shangjun nodded.
The pen spun around in her hand, and then as she threw it upward, the pen turned into an arc and fell into the pen holder accurately.
There was a "click" sound, and then there was the crisp sound of pens colliding with pens, which only lasted for two seconds and then calmed down.
Mo Shangjun raised her eyebrows with a bit of pride. She put all the papers together and handed them to Yan Tianxing with both hands.
It has to be said that although Mo Shangjun is careless, his deep-seated education can be seen everywhere.
"Please take a look."
Yan Tianxing took the stack of paper over.
Suspending his work, Yan Tianxing began to browse the review written by Mo Shangyun.
Five thousand words, densely packed, with her casual and arrogant writing style, but the handwriting is neat and beautiful, the layout is just right, and it looks smooth.
The self-criticism still has the "Mo Shang Jun style" style. As soon as you open your mouth, you will pretend to admit your mistakes, make a deep review of your own behavior, and then make a standard plan for your future behavior. However, after a good attitude, as soon as the pen is turned, it will be all kinds of things.
Metaphors and indirect expressions of some of her actions are worthy of recognition. Although the expressions are rigid, they also reveal the "Mo Shang Yun style" stubbornness.
Even in this kind of review, she has to find ways to find a place for herself.
Yan Tianxing felt that writing 5,000 words was cheaper for her.
It was ten minutes after I finished reading her review, and it was just past three in the morning.
Yan Tianxing put down his review and was just about to make a few comments when he saw Mo Shangyun leaning back on the chair with his eyes closed to relax - even sleeping had a wanton attitude.
Yan Tianxing asked softly: "Are you sleepy?"
"Kind of."
Lifting his eyelids, Mo Shangjun answered.
In special circumstances, the body is a little overwhelmed and it is especially easy to feel sleepy.
After answering, Mo Shangyun immediately asked: "Did you pass the test?"
"Um."
"Is there anything else?"
Mo Shangjun is now thinking about the bed in the "Tianzi No. 1" room in the dormitory.
Looking past her, Yan Tianxing looked behind her and said: "Go to sleep on the sofa first, and I will take you back later." (To be continued)