Outside the window, the sunshine is just right, the cool breeze is blowing, the branches are swaying, and the scenery is beautiful.
Mo Shangjun slowly opened his eyes.
She fell asleep somehow, and it looked like she had slept for four or five hours.
My head feels dizzy and heavy, and I didn't sleep well.
Mo Shangyun frowned slightly and stared at the trees and light outside the window for a few seconds before he noticed something strange.
The window that was originally open was closed at some point.
There is wind outside, but it cannot blow in.
You don't have to think twice to know who locked it up.
Her left shoulder was injured, and she was lying on her right side. At this moment, the hanging needle was finished, and her hands were retracted into the quilt. It was very warm, but not very comfortable.
After thinking for a while, she whispered: "Open the window."
There was someone on the other side of the bed, and she knew who it was, but after resting, her whole body ached, every muscle was sore, and she didn't want to move at all.
Yan Tianxing, who was watching her sleep while hanging the diaphragm, realized that she was awake the moment she moved, but his eyes never glanced here from beginning to end, and he ordered him to do things as soon as he opened his mouth.
Yan Tianxing glanced at her and cursed her heartlessly, but actually got up, walked around the end of the bed to the window, and opened it.
The weather is still a bit cold, and there is a cool breeze outside. As soon as the window is opened, the wind blows in, which is so cool that it stimulates the skin to shiver.
Not liking the bed, Mo Shangjun sat up from the bed.
As soon as the quilt was lifted, the warmth on her body was immediately blown away, and the cool breeze gradually made her regain consciousness.
Mo Shangyun has challenged Yan Tianxing’s conventional cognition many times——
For example, if you carry a very hot bowl with your bare hands and burn yourself, use hot and cold water to restore consciousness.
For example, you must have breakfast after morning exercise, and just grab a couple of cold steamed buns from the cafeteria to get by.
For example, I had to hold on even though the pain was so painful that I refused to say a word, as if I would become an unparalleled hero if I survived.
for example,……
Now, Mo Shangyun gave Yan Tianxing another layer of knowledge.
Never sleep in bed.
It's a good habit, but it's not normal.
In other words, any behavior of Mo Shangyun makes people worry-free, but her habits are definitely not what a normal person can have.
"When will people come?"
Mo Shangyun sat beside the bed and straightened his collar.
"have no idea."
Yan Tianxing, who was walking back, saw her actions and subconsciously took the bag from the chair nearby. He wanted to throw it directly to her, but he noticed her right hand and left shoulder, thought about it, and walked over to hand it to her.
Mo Shangjun took it and took a look and found that it was a new training uniform jacket.
Raising her eyebrows at Yan Tianxing, she said, "Thank you."
After saying that, he put the bag on the bed and stretched out his left hand to get the clothes inside, but he grabbed the corner of the clothes and pulled them, but could not take them out of the bag smoothly.
Not caring, she shook it and the bag fell to the ground smoothly, and the coat spread out in her hands.
Just... my left shoulder hurts a little.
"Does it hurt?"
Looking at her actions, Yan Tianxing said with concern with a smile.
Glancing at him sideways, Mo Shangyun said calmly, "It doesn't hurt."
Yan Tianxing curled his lips and almost laughed out of anger at her.
He was obviously a second-class cripple, but he pretended to be nimble, so he convinced her.
He stretched out his hand impatiently and took the coat directly from her hand. He grabbed the collar with both hands and spread it out. He put the sleeve close to Mo Shangyun's left hand and ordered: "Reach out your hand."
Mo Shangjun put his hand in smoothly.
Yan Tianxing didn't mess around, and slowly helped her put on the sleeves, then grabbed the collar and went around behind her, pulled the other sleeve, and asked Mo Shangjun to put his right hand in.
After she was roughly dressed, she glanced at Mo Shangjun's right hand that was wrapped into a rice dumpling, so he was a little more patient and buttoned her clothes one by one.
Mo Shangjun, who was turned into a second-class disabled person and was being served, stared at Yan Tianxing's every move.
There's roughness but also fineness, and the movements seem rough, but they avoid injuries on her body.
He leaned down, lowered his head slightly, and buttoned her clothes one by one. His movements were slow and leisurely, but he was very serious.
Mo Shangjun lowered his eyes and saw that the training cap he was wearing covered his handsome features. He could faintly see the tip of his nose and thin lips. The lines were strong. When viewed separately, his facial features were very eye-catching.
I was stunned for a few seconds.
When he came back to his senses, Yan Tianxing had already buttoned her buttons, looked down at her, and straightened her collar.
"Brother Xing."
Mo Shangjun suddenly called him.
The voice was very soft, but a little strange.
"What?" Yan Tianxing raised his eyebrows slightly.
Under his gaze, Mo Shangyun turned his eyes, his gaze fell on the military boots not far away, and said calmly: "Shoes."
The implication is extremely obvious.
Yan Tianxing: "..."
Remind yourself again and again that this girl is a second-class disabled person, and she is very good-looking.
With a gloomy face, Yan Tianxing went to bring her military boots, then picked up the bag on the ground and found a pair of socks, and squatted down beside her.
Grabbing her ankles, Yan Tianxing put socks on her and couldn't help but stare at her feet for a few times.
I've also seen a ghost. My feet are obviously very nice, but there is a scar on the instep. At first glance, it is not very obvious, but when you look closely, it is very clear. The scar is very long near the base of the toes and on the outside.
, and also had stitches.
"When you were a child," Yan Tianxing simply put the socks on her, but his voice was cold, "You were badly abused, weren't you?"
Hearing the sound, Mo Shangyun was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what he was referring to.
After touching her nose, she answered very easily, "It's okay."
"..."
Yan Tianxing simply stopped talking to her.
After putting on her shoes and socks, Yan Tianxing poured her another glass of water and peeled an apple at Mo Shangjun's request, dutifully serving this heroic female officer who was not picky as a "suitor"
.
Mo Shangyun accepted it with peace of mind.
After enjoying it, the person who came to pick her up also arrived.
Still two people.
They stood at the door, their backs were straight, they were wearing uniforms, and the epaulettes on their shoulders were very eye-catching. Both of them had expressionless faces, serious and meticulous expressions.
Mo Shangyun stood up from his chair and walked towards them without saying a word.
Yan Tianxing passed by in the middle, and Yan Tianxing put his hand on her right shoulder. With a little force on his palm, she paused in her steps.
"I will come to pick you up." Yan Tianxing looked into her eyes and said every word.
"Um."
Mo Shangjun responded calmly.
Yan Tianxing let go of her, and she walked straight to the door and the two of them.
*
What came to pick up Mo Shangjun was a jeep.
Sitting in the car, one on the left and two in front, gave Mo Shangjun the illusion of being a prisoner.
Outside the car window, the sunlight seems to be very strong, but in fact it is soft, pouring in from the window, almost without temperature.
Mo Shangjun tilted her head, and light fell on her face. Her fair skin became whiter, but her many scars became more obvious.
Four p.m.
Mo Shangjun was sent to a room.
The light was very dark and the room was very narrow. A single table and chair was prepared for her. Opposite was a row of tables and chairs with four seats. But when Mo Shangyun entered, it was empty and there was no one there.
No.
She sat down in her seat.
After a while, the door closed.
For a moment, the entire room was silent, and at the same time, all outside sounds were blocked.
Mo Shangjun yawned lazily, leaned back, leaned half of his body on the back of the chair, and crossed his legs at the same time. He glanced at the camera in the corner from the corner of his eye, and slowly dozed off.
.
Close your eyes and rest your mind.
About a quarter of an hour later, the closed door opened again.
Hearing the movement, Mo Shangyun raised his eyelids and saw four officers walking in one after another.
The one with the highest military rank has two bars and two stars, and the one with the lowest military rank also has one bar and one star.
Mo Shangyun's brows moved, thinking that he thought highly of her.
At the signal of the most senior officer, she calmly recounted what happened last night.
Found a bonfire; guessed something was wrong based on the traces; worried about disturbing the "battle" between the two companies, decided to act alone at night; tracked the two mercenaries; finally discovered their tattoos and took action; due to various accidents during the process, plus the
An actual battle resulted in the attack being a bit harsh.
There is falsehood in the words, falsehood and trueness, and a combination of truth and falsehood.
They could find out everything that was said, and the actions from beginning to end were all smooth and logical. What they couldn't find out was the specific reasons. Things that only she knew were left to her to talk about at will.
The four officers communicated, and the officer with one bar and one star took notes.
"We have a few questions." The most senior officer said seriously.
"ask."
Mo Shangyun took the words calmly.
The officer stared at her closely and asked, "Are you acting alone because you are a woman and have been criticized in the company, so you want to prove yourself?"
"no."
Looking up, Mo Shangyun met his gaze and was not affected by his aura at all.
"What were your specific thoughts before you acted?"
"I have nothing to do and don't worry, so I just went to take a look."
Answer in an understatement.
The officer paused, a little surprised, but even more suspicious, "Your company was preparing to attack the third company, you have nothing to do?"
"I have confidence."
"Where is your confidence?!"
Mo Shangyun looked at him lightly, then smiled, "The result represents my confidence."
"..."
The officer could not find fault for the moment and was silent for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, the second round of questions began.
It's a common routine, first use your momentum to scare someone, then criticize her behavior, step by step, keep observing her reaction, and test her truest reason.
What they want to know is whether there is an unknown reason and whether her thoughts and actions are qualified...
Mo Shangjun disappointed them because she acted too calmly and gave comprehensive answers, leaving them unable to make any mistakes.
At the end of the question, several officers were a little helpless.
The officer turned to the last few questions, frowned and asked, "Why do you carry a live ammunition with you?"
"Habit."
"What causes this habit?"
"..."
Mo Shangyun paused and became silent for the first time.
Sensing something was wrong, the four officers all exchanged looks with each other.
Carrying live ammunition is indeed against the regulations, but as she is the deputy company commander, she has enough reasons and has given a guarantee that she will not be held accountable.
After all, it's not a big problem.
"explain!"
The officer shouted coldly.
This shout was really loud enough. In the narrow room, Mo Shangyun's ears were buzzing and he couldn't help but frown.
After a while, she said calmly: "Bring blank ammunition, I have been in actual combat."
"When did it happen?" The officer followed closely.
"..."
"When and where did it happen?"
"..."
"You said you recognized that tattoo symbol, does it have something to do with this matter?!"
"..."
"Did you do it because of past grudges?!"
"..."
After repeated questioning, Mo Shangyun remained completely silent.
One tricky question after another, each question was more confident than the last, and the voice was louder and louder.
Mo Shangjun's brows gradually tightened, and his eyes became sharp.
At some point, the room became quiet, and she saw several pairs of cold and scrutinizing eyes, looking over her every inch, with obvious doubts, cold eyes and stern expressions.
Countless images swept through her mind, striking her clearest consciousness. Those complex and unfamiliar emotions were like surging waves, crushing her reason.
For a moment, it was like falling into an ice cellar, and even my fingertips felt cold.
Finally, Mo Shangyun heard his own voice, which was beyond imagination.
"I want to make a phone call."
"Mo Shangyun, where do you think this place is?!" The leading officer slammed the table.
Mo Shangyun looked at him calmly.
"Confidential Matter."
Once anything is labeled "confidential", it cannot be easily known.
With their military rank and status, they were not qualified to pry it out of her mouth.
Several people were stunned for a moment, and gradually realized the seriousness of the matter.
No, no one informed them all this morning. What really happened to this female officer?
There was not even a single call from the superiors, and no one even gave a hint!
However, what Mo Shangyun mentioned was a bit special, so they thought about it again and again, and finally asked someone to bring over the landline phone.
However, even the phone number was reported by Mo Shangyun and entered by them.
Press the numbers one by one.
It's a mobile phone number from Beijing.
It is not within the scope of the Sealand Military District.
Several officers became increasingly confused.
Finally, the phone rang a few times and the call was connected.
"who?"
His voice was deep and powerful, and his voice was deep and powerful. As soon as he opened his mouth, he was full of intimidation.
The officer who dialed the phone handed the phone to Mo Shangyun's ear.
Mo Shangyun shouted coldly: "Dad."
This book was first published by ***, please do not reprint it! (To be continued)