"From now on, stay away from me." Mo Shangjun said almost indifferently.
She dozed slightly, her expression was a bit lazy, not depressed or sad, not like determination and closure, or even emotionless, calmly asking him to pour a glass of water.
It doesn't even look like she's making a decision.
It's an understatement, and I don't care.
Yan Tianxing stepped on the brakes.
The car, which was traveling at a speed of sixty yards, stopped almost instantly.
Mo Shangyun was unprepared for a moment and fell due to the inertia. He subconsciously stretched out his left hand to grab the back of the seat in front of him. Although he stabilized it, it affected the wound on his left shoulder.
A sharp pain hit her shoulder, causing her to frown tightly.
Oh shit.
Even if you are angry, you still have to be considerate of the patient, right?!
"reason."
Yan Tianxing did not look back, but his voice was very deep.
After going back and sitting down, Mo Shangyun raised her right hand to check the injury on her left shoulder, but found that her hand had already been tied into a rice dumpling, and it kept getting rough one after another, which made her reply irritably, "No!"
Staring at the rearview mirror, he saw her sitting up, her brows furrowed, and the painful veins on her forehead popped out. However, the pain became more and more painful, so she used her left hand that was not bound to loosen the bandage on her right hand. The movement moved the wound on her left shoulder slowly.
, but she didn’t stop.
Seeing this, Yan Tianxing felt depressed for no reason and wanted to take her out and throw her away, just to keep her out of sight.
Holding back and not taking any action, Yan Tianxing's words were filled with anger, "Have you thought about it?"
"Um."
Mo Shangjun groaned and continued to focus on "unbandaging".
Yan Tianxing was so angry that he could still answer this kind of question half-heartedly.
He simply turned around, Yan Tianxing stared at Mo Shangyun coolly, and saw it with his own eyes, which gave him a clearer view.
He lowered his head slightly and concentrated on untying the bandage, revealing only half of his face in the warm light. A thin layer of sweat penetrated his forehead, and the band-aid was soaked with sweat.
The eyes are getting darker and brighter, with light spots floating and jumping, and the thin lips are pursed tightly. Even though the pain is unbearable, he has to remain silent, but his movements are not idle at all.
This woman was definitely tortured to death by herself in her previous life!
"nice?"
Sensing his gaze, Mo Shangyun raised his head and gave him a cold look, his heart burning brightly.
"nice."
Yan Tianxing took the words angrily.
Mo Shangjun's brows moved slightly. He wanted to laugh at him, but seeing that he was so angry, he said slowly: "Then I'll show you for a while."
"..."
At this time, Yan Tianxing was really angry, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were filled with anger.
"Mo Shangyun, is your goal in life to commit suicide?" Yan Tianxing bit his words, each word mixed with anger.
"You..." Mo Shangyun raised her eyes, a little surprised at such an incorrect evaluation. After a while, she said in a good-tempered way, "You're so childish."
Yan Tianxing frowned and stretched his hand directly towards Mo Shangyun.
As a second-class disabled person, even though Mo Shangyun was aware of his moves, he had difficulty moving and the space was narrow, making him unable to block or dodge. His right wrist easily fell into Yan Tianxing's hands. He pulled hard and lost control of his hand.
stretched out in front of him.
Mo Shangyun put down his right leg and sat face-to-face, facing the direction of Yan Tianxing.
After steadying her movements, she lowered her head and saw the half-unbanded bandage on her right hand with a long strip hanging on it. She thought that if Yan Tianxing bandaged it on her again, she would really suffer a big loss.
certainly--
Yan Tianxing is not that bored yet.
He grabbed Mo Shangyun's wrist with one hand and helped her pull off the bandages with the other hand.
Just in case, the military doctor wrapped her hands layer by layer, directly wrapping them into rice dumplings, but this kind of bandaging would make it difficult for her fingers to move.
Right now, her right hand is really disabled, and her left shoulder is injured, which means that her left hand is also disabled. Naturally, she has difficulty moving. She also likes to control everything in her hands. She doesn't like to be restrained, and she doesn't like to do anything.
Absolutely unwilling to give up.
To avoid getting in trouble, why not give her a hand.
After untying all the bandages, there was still a layer covering the five fingers and the palm. Yan Tianxing saw that she was about to take back her hand and held her still, and wrapped her with another thin layer to prevent her from messing up again.
If she moved, the blood would seep out and cause trouble. I tied the outer bandage tightly before letting her go.
"Thanks."
When he loosened his fingers, Mo Shangyun immediately retracted his hand.
Yan Tianxing glanced at it and noticed the red mark on her wrist, and his eyes couldn't help but pause.
However, Mo Shangjun didn't pay attention at all. He lowered his hand and his sleeves slid down, covering up the red marks.
Seeing this, Yan Tianxing felt a surge of unknown anger emerge from nowhere.
"Let's drive."
As he lazily spoke, Mo Shangyun sat back and met Yan Tianxing's gaze.
Yan Tianxing stared, his eyes turning from gloomy to calm.
After a moment, he averted his gaze and turned around.
"Let's talk about it first," Yan Tianxing straightened his sleeves slowly, his eyebrows hidden in the shadows, and he spoke calmly and with a certain weight in his mouth, "I don't like to look back."
Mo Shangyun raised his eyes, his gaze passed between the two positions and looked straight ahead.
The car was parked at the corner. There was no road in front of it, only the cliff going down. There were a few wisps of weeds sprouting from the cracks in the rocks. In the distance, there were continuous mountain peaks. The trees overlapped each other, and the outlines were looming. The colors could not be seen clearly.
There is only darkness.
From the corner of his eye, he could see Yan Tianxing's broad shoulders, side face, and training cap. The lines against the light were very eye-catching.
Her eyes flickered slightly, she looked away and said: "That's right, so am I."
*
Reconnaissance camp, base.
Yan Tianxing parked the jeep at the door and did not go in.
Mo Shangjun said nothing and directly opened the car door.
"Just a reminder."
Yan Tianxing's magnetic voice came from the front.
However, his voice was so nice that Mo Shangjun hesitated when he opened the door.
"Even if you commit suicide, the country will not award you the Medal of Martyrdom."
"..."
With a bang, Mo Shangjun slammed the door.
Get off the car and walk towards the door.
In the car, Yan Tianxing raised his eyes and looked at the back of the person walking away.
Her breath is restrained, her waist is straight, and her steps are calm. She has the dignity and stability that belongs to a soldier, but also has the leisure and laziness that belongs to her.
There was light passing over her head, and her back fell into darkness for a moment. She was obviously very stable and would not move when she fell, but the slender back and the increasingly blurry outline of the figure seemed to suddenly affect people's hearts at that moment, causing a sharp twitch.
.
Her figure gradually faded away.
Yan Tianxing frowned, looked away, and drove away.
…
The entire reconnaissance camp was extremely quiet tonight.
There is no sound of training, no one is running in the middle of the night, and there is no refreshing chat.
None of them came back, including the three companies that were all eliminated, and they all came back together after the three-day assessment.
His ears were very clean. After Mo Shangyun entered the gate, he slowed down and walked towards the Erliansu office building as if taking a walk.
The evening breeze was very cold, so she put her left hand in her trouser pocket. Her right hand was tied and had to hang down. The wind whizzed through her fingers, and her cold bones ached. She could feel a few aches in her wrists.
That man was very cruel.
Somehow, his sullen expression flashed through Mo Shangyun's mind. His thick eyebrows were pressed down, and the anger in his eyes could not be hidden. It was very different from his usual image.
If it kept like this, she would probably like it, but he regained his composure in the blink of an eye.
It was a long time ago, and if it weren't for the current situation, she would have almost forgotten that she had fallen down once in the hands of such a person.
The fall was quite miserable.
Just cut it off to avoid any trouble.
Anyway, she was not prepared. She was peeled off layer by layer, and her bottom was turned out so that others could see clearly.
She walked downstairs to the dormitory office building.
Look up.
The dormitory and office building was supposed to be dark, but in the company commander's office on the second floor, the lights were on, and warm yellow light was transmitted from the windows and door cracks.
Mo Shangyun paused, feeling a little dazed. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that Lang Yan had stayed at the base.
After hesitating for a moment, Mo Shangyun slowed down his steps and quietly went upstairs.
He was afraid that he had also heard about the situation.
However, I have no intention of dealing with him right now.
She walked all the way back to the dormitory, walking very lightly and not even disturbing the voice-activated lights.
After entering the dormitory door and closing it, Mo Shangjun lowered his head and glanced at his right hand and left arm, his eyebrows gloomy.
Instead of taking a shower, he forced himself to put off his coat, shoes and socks, lifted the quilt, and fell onto the bed. Mo Shangyun lay on his side and closed his eyes.
It wasn't until tiredness hit her that she realized that she hadn't eaten dinner and was a little hungry.
Forget it, too lazy to move.
At the end, before losing consciousness, Leng Buding thought of Yan Tianxing's words——
[Even if you commit suicide, the country will not award you the Martyr Medal.]
Oh shit.
Get up early tomorrow and go to the canteen.
*
The next day, six o'clock.
Mo Shangjun woke up from hunger.
From eight o'clock in the evening to six o'clock the next day, a total of ten hours. It was rare for Mo Shangyun to sleep for such a long time. He turned over and sat up as soon as he opened his eyes.
After putting on his coat and shoes, Mo Shangyun faced the bed, looked at the messy bedding, and was silent for three seconds.
Finally, forcefully divert your attention.
Go to the bathroom and wash up.
When I came back, I wanted to leave without looking away, but when I passed by the bed, I couldn't help but stop.
Turn left, take two steps forward, stop, and look down at the quilt.
Forget it, just try to feel comfortable.
Mo Shangjun had a rare episode of obsessive-compulsive disorder. He endured it again and again, but couldn't hold it back. Finally, with his hands that were unable to move, he folded the quilt into a standard tofu block.
Square and square, no wrinkles.
Full marks for housekeeping.
Looking at the time again, nearly twenty minutes have passed.
Mo Shangjun went out with a gloomy face.
After going downstairs, I happened to see Lang Yan coming back from a run.
The sky was a little dark, so when Lang Yan saw a figure, he ran over here, but when he saw her when he got closer, he was suddenly startled.
He subconsciously looked over Mo Shangyun.
There are injuries on the forehead and face, the right hand is more seriously injured, and the rest...cannot be seen.
"You, are you back?"
Seeing her suddenly, Lang Yan didn't know what to say, so he said something polite.
Mo Shangjun, who had never been able to stand such nonsense, was surprisingly calm this time, "Yeah."
"By the way, I heard about that matter," Lang Yan's mind turned to business and asked with concern, "Has everything been resolved now?"
He listened to the battalion commander on everything.
When the second company wiped out the entire third company, Mo Shangjun acted alone to kill two mercenaries. He was injured, but the severity was unknown. He was sent to the hospital for treatment yesterday morning, and was taken to the "interrogation" in the afternoon to inquire about the situation.
They couldn't find out the details here, but they also knew the result. No one there made it difficult for her and just let her go.
Lang Yan thought she would continue to be hospitalized, but unexpectedly, she came back directly.
Apparently, he returned last night.
"Yeah." Mo Shangyun nodded.
."Where's the injury?"
Lang Yan's gaze lingered on her, with a hint of inquiry.
If you were standing right in front of me, the injury shouldn't be serious.
Mo Shangyun opened his mouth to say that it was okay, but when he got there, he changed his words and said, "I have to rest for half a month."
They were all skin injuries, no bones were injured, and did not require rehabilitation. The injury on the shoulder was more serious, and it took half a month to heal, and half a month to recuperate. Now, with a compromise, Mo Shangjun felt that it was already serious.
"Okay," he nodded. Lang Yan guessed that she was the hero. After thinking about it, he asked her politely, "How about I give you half a month's leave?"
"Need not."
Mo Shangjun flatly refused.
The refusal was so straightforward and decisive that Lang Yan felt his heart twitch.
Who doesn't appreciate a vacation? She arranged a sick leave for her and refused it without even thinking about it.
Even if you are a workaholic, you are not like this!
He was thoughtful, staring at her right hand as if absentmindedly, "You can't type on the keyboard with this hand, right?"
Mo Shangjun usually does two things - make a training plan and implement the training plan.
When it comes to meetings, she can avoid them whenever possible, and the tasks assigned to her are very light. She can complete a month-long task in two days.
Right now, she can't train while she's recovering from her injuries, so make some plans. This hand is also a problem... It's better to give her a holiday!
"There is voice input." Mo Shangjun answered nonchalantly, lowered his head and glanced at his healthy hands, "Your hands are fine too."
Lang Yan: "..."
After a pause, Lang Yan decided not to broach the issue with her.
He took a step forward, looked around, and then asked mysteriously, "Can you tell me how you lost three consecutive games?"
"able."
"Really?" Lang Yan couldn't believe it.
"There is a condition." Mo Shangyun added slowly.
"..." After hesitating for a moment, Lang Yan felt a gust of wind blowing behind his ears. He said nervously, "Say."
Mo Shangjun narrowed his eyes, a smile flashed across his eyes.
This book was first published by ***, please do not reprint it! (To be continued)