Mo Shangjun could hear a lot of sounds, but she didn't speak. There was no sound on the phone, and the room was eerily silent.
After a long time, Bai Chuan continued: "I'm not in the army either, otherwise you wouldn't have the chance to answer the phone."
After Mo Shangjun entered the military academy, he never got a response whenever he called Mo Shangjun, let alone at night. He could only occasionally contact Mo Shangjun by sending text messages.
He still fought.
It's just that Mo Shangyun doesn't know.
Taking a breath, Mo Shangyun asked coldly: "What do you want to do?"
The voice was full of coolness, as if it had been soaked by the rain outside, without any emotion.
Calm, indifferent.
Bai Chuan didn't seem to hear her voice, but asked: "Is the injury healed?"
"..."
Mo Shangjun said nothing.
You can probably guess that all her guesses just now were invalid, and this call was just made by the madman Bai Chuan when he was drunk.
"Mo'er, I miss you."
His voice was low and ambiguous, and there was a strong sense of helplessness when he spoke in a low voice. It made Mo Shangyun's heart sink for no reason, and when it sank to the bottom, he felt a sense of emptiness.
Mo Shangjun frowned and was about to hang up the phone.
However, Bai Chuan seemed to have guessed her thoughts and stopped her in time, "Don't hang up the phone."
The light words were like feathers floating in the empty world, revealing the slightest hint of begging.
"..."
Mo Shangjun said nothing.
She turned her head slightly and looked out the window when she raised her eyes. The rainwater was pouring on the glass, transmitting colorful light and mottled colors.
My grip on the phone tightened.
Then, she heard Bai Chuan say: "I found him."
"……who?"
Mo Shangyun suddenly spoke up, his voice a little erratic.
"That scarred face, the man who made you want to enter the military academy." Bai Chuan said slowly.
Mo Shangjun's heart suddenly shrank.
The hand on the floor suddenly clenched into a fist.
Scarface!
Did Bai Chuan check him?!
Soon, Bai Chuan said softly, "I thought that if he died, you would leave the army."
"..."
Mo Shangjun frowned, stunned by Bai Chuan's thoughts, and also shocked by Bai Chuan's clues about Scarface.
After a while, she asked: "Who is he?"
Bai Chuan did not answer her question, but said: "We ran into him, and I failed to kill him."
"Shirakawa!"
Mo Shangyun called him, his voice a little irritable.
"You used to ask me if I was injured." Bai Chuan said stubbornly, like a complaint of grievance, a very vague emotion, and a bit childish.
Mo Shangyun was stunned. She lowered her head and said softly: "Now is not the past."
"……Too."
Baichuan suddenly became a little clearer.
Then, he said: "Mo'er, I won't tell you the news you want to know."
"Then why are you crazy?" Mo Shangyun took a breath, and all those indescribable emotions turned into anger, "Are you sick?!"
"Don't be angry." Bai Chuan comforted her softly, "If you are angry, you won't be able to sleep tonight."
"Fuck, it's almost dawn."
Mo Shangjun's anger suddenly rose.
"You didn't sleep all night." Baichuan said, "You were not like this when you were woken up."
"..."
Mo Shangyun resisted scolding him.
She raised her hand and pressed her eyebrows.
She was indeed very irritable because she hadn't slept all night.
Things were already in a mess, and Bai Chuan's phone call made it even more chaotic.
Bai Chuan added: "You must be thinking about a lot of things. When you have insomnia, you always think about a lot of things."
Mo Shangjun gritted his teeth and planned to hang up the phone again.
However, Baichuan can often find the right time.
He said: "Just for a moment, you don't need to speak, I will tell you where he is."
"..."
After enduring it, Mo Shangyun said nothing.
Shirakawa doesn't have a good drinking capacity and will get drunk if he drinks too much.
Mo Shangjun would occasionally drink a little, but he was naturally a good drinker and rarely got drunk. Bai Chuan knew how much he drank, but he would always drink with her.
He gets drunk after drinking too much, and he is not the honest kind. He will pester her as if he is a different person. His only pleasure is to make her happy.
He taught her many little magic tricks.
Later, she realized that it was not something he knew from the beginning, but he had learned it specially in order to find opportunities to show off in front of her.
When people are quiet at night, it is always easy to think of many things from the past.
I thought that after so many years, some things had long been forgotten.
How many years?
I was too young at that time and didn't have any responsibilities on my shoulders, so I relied on my own skills to cause trouble everywhere.
Occasionally, Mo Shangjun would feel dazed when he thought about the events of his youth, as if they were so far away that they happened in a previous life.
On the phone, Bai Chuan didn't speak much. He was no longer the boy, and even his voice had become mature and steady. However, his drunken emphasis made Mo Shangjun couldn't help but think of him many years ago.
Not that many things have happened yet.
All relationships are straightforward.
She never had such complicated thoughts when she answered Bai Chuan's call.
She didn't speak for ten minutes.
Baichuan was alone, chatting with each other for about ten minutes.
Finally, he smiled as if he was self-deprecating and said, "He was transferred to Regiment S by B&O. You may meet him in the future."
He can't do it.
It is impossible to sweep away all obstacles for you.
Hearing the sound of rain on the other side of the phone, Bai Chuan felt as if he was being drowned bit by bit by the rain. The feeling of powerlessness that was difficult to escape was so strong at this moment.
"Happy birthday, Shirakawa."
Mo Shangyun said and hung up the phone.
…
The phone was hung up.
The sound of rain stopped suddenly.
In the dark, the phone screen lights up.
Bai Chuan lowered his head, and the light from the screen shone on his face. The light was soft, so his usually sharp eyes seemed to soften at this moment. He let go of all indifference and alertness, and was as warm as the warm sun in March, without any trace of it.
edges and corners.
Like the clean and clear boy in the distant past. (To be continued)