Listening to Mu Cheng's description, Mo Shangyun could roughly understand why even Jiang Qiong respected him.
This kind of talent is truly a bug.
There has been a golden period of high spirits, scenery, excitement, countless honors, being the best among the kings of soldiers is the pinnacle that a soldier can reach.
This kind of person has ability, luck, and confidence.
Enough to earn respect.
"Then how did he become the leader of the cooking team?" Mo Shangyun asked curiously.
"Hey," Mucheng couldn't be happy when he mentioned this. The smile on his face disappeared without a trace. He lowered his head and said, "Isn't it because he was injured?"
Mo Shangjun's brows moved slightly.
"Just a few years ago, even Chuyun and Yu Qiu didn't come, right?" Mu Cheng glanced back and saw Peng Yuqiu, who had been listening, nodding, and then continued, "Anyway, we all
Having never witnessed his glory days, the team and Dayan should know. We have all heard about it. He was injured in actual combat, and the old injury may relapse at any time, and he can no longer stay in the action team. However, he is a member of GS9
After doing so many things, how could he have such a tragic ending? It seems that the brigade gave him a chance to stay in the logistics department, but later he chose to go to the cooking class, so the brigade simply gave him the position of leader of the cooking class.
But don’t mention it, the food he cooks is quite delicious.”
"so."
Mo Shangyun nodded thoughtfully.
"So, Comrade Mo Shangjun!" Mu Cheng suddenly changed his artificial tone, "You should realize how difficult the so-called 'reform' you call it is, right?!"
"have no idea."
Mo Shangjun took a sip of the boiled water Yan returned.
Listening to them discussing the matter of Squad Leader Zhang, Bu Yirong stood beside them at some point and said at the right time: "He is difficult to deal with."
"You have a bad temper, right?" Mo Shangyun said, "It's understandable."
Bu Yirong nodded and said: "The past two years have been pretty good."
From a hero that everyone looked up to, he was reduced to a cook in the cooking class.
It’s hard for everyone to accept.
Moreover, Monitor Zhang is not an optimist.
He is different from Mo Shangjun, Su Bei, You Nianyu and others. He does not have the rank of an officer, has no academic qualifications, and does not have countless escape routes waiting for him. He has come step by step, step by step, and every step of the way.
They all worked steadily, and what he got was what he cut off his retreat and worked hard for.
Because he didn't leave a way out for himself, when his way forward was destroyed, his entire life was almost ruined.
Although he stayed in GS9, he was just an inconspicuous cook. In the first few days, people still talked about him and visited him often. But when the new blood was poured in and the old people left one after another, fewer people cared about him.
.
Just like now, it was just an accident that Mo Shangyun could hear about his past glory.
More newcomers regard him as an ordinary cooking squad leader.
Because of the strong sense of gap, Squad Leader Zhang's temper has become increasingly weird, withdrawn, irritable, irritable, and refuses to communicate with others.
As Mo Shangjun said, he has a bad temper and a tough temper.
It was not easy to get along with me before, and it became even harder to get along with me later.
"Oh." Mo Shangjun drank all the water in the cup, "After so many years, it's time to accept the reality."
Bu Yirong smiled and then said: "Some people may only have a few years in their lifetime."
No one can create a wonderful life all the time.
Some people go through a period of wonderful life, and then the boring time in the future is equivalent to death.
Just simply living.
Mo Shangjun said: "I need two bottles of beer."
Bu Yirong paused for a moment, then glanced at Peng Yuqiu.
Peng Yuqiu said hurriedly: "I'll get it."
Two bottles of beer were placed on the table, but Mo Shangjun did not let anyone open them. Instead, he asked Yan Gui to pack two roast chickens, ate a few skewers, and left with the roast chicken and beer.
After listening to the story just now and witnessing all of Mo Shangjun's actions, there was not even a single extra question.
They knew who Mo Shangyun was looking for.
…
After throwing the car keys to Bu Yirong, Mo Shangjun did not drive, but walked to the female team.
It had been raining for a few days and stopped in the afternoon. The temperature at the moment was quite comfortable. A cool breeze was blowing in front of her face. When her hair was lifted, it brushed her ears and the back of her neck, tickling her. She put the training cap on her head while walking.
superior.
Having walked this road several times, I already feel familiar.
A sense of belonging, so to speak.
After staying in this place for a long time and meeting such a group of people, the sense of belonging can easily build up.
Intangible, indestructible.
This is a place worth remembering.
That’s why squad leader Zhang chose to stay at GS9.
If it were her, if she had no memories of this place, this strong sense of gap would make her choose to stay out of sight.
It would have been unbearable at the time.
However, no one's life is wonderful all the time.
There will always be a day when things calm down.
No matter how powerful a hero is, there will be times when he goes behind the scenes.
Just like the masters she met, they were all the kings of soldiers with brilliant resumes. Everyone who knew them would give them thumbs up and praise them. But after they left the army, no one
You know, even if they died, not many of their former comrades would know about it.
For them, as long as life does not end abruptly, every day they live should be beautiful.
Thanks to Su Bei, who had a seizure for a while, Mo Shangyun only had the words "carpe diem" in his mind.
If you go back early, give Yan Tianxing a call.
Mo Shangjun thought this as he walked towards the cooking class.
*
It’s past nine o’clock and it’s not yet lights out time.
The lights are still on in the cooking team's operating room.
I thought it was the cooks who were busy, arranging ingredients, cleaning, etc., but when Mo Shangjun stood at the door, he discovered that it was Squad Leader Zhang who was sorting things out in the operation room.
He was arranging fresh carrots, washed them and put them in the basket, and then took them out of the basket one by one and arranged them, as if to satisfy his obsessive-compulsive disorder, his expression was focused and serious, and his expression was calm and peaceful, without any trace of
Deal with irritable feelings.
Isn’t this not remembering the past and slacking off on the work at hand?
Mo Shangjun raised his hand and touched his nose, hesitating about how to say hello.
"Who?"
Hearing the sound at the door, Squad Leader Zhang turned around with a grin on his face and asked in a rough voice.
But when he turned around and saw Mo Shangjun, Squad Leader Zhang couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
He still had some impression of Mo Shangyun.
Precisely because I had an impression of Mo Shangyun, I was a little surprised when she appeared at the door.
Mo Shangjun took advantage of the situation and said: "The men's team made some extra roast chicken, so I didn't want to bring you some -"
"Don't eat!"
Monitor Zhang refused without thinking.
"There are two bottles of beer," Mo Shangjun said, "ice cold ones."
"..."
Monitor Zhang paused for a moment and saw that she was really holding two bottles of wine in her hands. For a moment, she didn't even say her refusal.
"I'm not here to please you, I just want to take the opportunity to compare -" Mo Shangyun paused and continued, "Is the food you cook delicious, or is it the food cooked by the cooking class of the men's team next door?
.”
"Eat it if you like!" Squad Leader Zhang said with a sullen face, throwing the carrot into the food box.
Mo Shangjun raised his eyebrows, changed the subject, and said, "Yes, I feel the same way."
"What do you mean?"
Squad Leader Zhang's anger was directed at Mo Shangjun, and the burning anger could burn directly to the tip of Mo Shangjun's nose.
Mo Shangyun immediately said: "The main thing is that the men's team's cooking team is not very disciplined. We should have added meals, and everyone ate well. They had to show off how good their cooking team is, and even satirized our cooking team in a roundabout way.
The class doesn’t get this kind of treatment. Speaking of this job, I won’t do this anymore. Although you usually have a bad attitude, Squad Leader Zhang, your cooking skills are top-notch, right?! So I’m still helping you speak.
!”
"..."
Squad leader Zhang looked at Mo Shangjun speechlessly.
It's okay to say this, knowing that she is seriously talking nonsense and making things up, but you... you just can't accept it!
Looking at her "ulterior motives" expression, you really can't just follow her words.
This kind of person is the most annoying.
Before telling you the purpose, I will circle you ten or eight times until you are confused, and then I will make a move unexpectedly.
What's terrible is that you still don't know where the hole she dug for you is.
The wisest move would be to drive her away.
But... based on what she said, Squad Leader Zhang couldn't find a reason to expel her.
I rarely communicate with others, and my mouth has become clumsy. It is difficult to even express my thoughts smoothly when I open my mouth.
So after pondering for a long time, Squad Leader Zhang finally managed to squeeze out one sentence, "What exactly do you want to say?"
"I want to talk to you." Mo Shangyun said, then raised the beer and roast chicken in his hand, "How about we chat while eating?"
Roast chicken and the like are not attractive to Squad Leader Zhang at all.