200, yearning for [02] old classmates to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival party
At nine o'clock, Tang Shi was sent downstairs to the dormitory building by Ji Zhou.
Tang Shi lowered his head slightly, a little absent-minded.
Since Ji Zhou was found by Yan Jinchao, they haven't stayed in the library for long. In the little time left, Ji Zhou has been playing with his mobile phone, seemingly chatting with Shang Ru.
After chatting, he just said that it was almost time for tonight, and then sent her back in a very gentlemanly manner.
In a base like gs9, where you can even lie down on the roadside in the middle of the night and have inspectors kindly send you back, Ji Zhou has always maintained the habit of sending her back to the dormitory. No matter how busy or late, it is still the same. It can be said that it is very
A gentleman.
However, the smile on Ji Zhou's lips when he sent the message made Tang Shi unforgettable for a long time and lingered in his mind.
What are you talking about? So happy.
"Aren't you going to say goodbye?"
Ji Zhou's voice suddenly awakened Tang Shi from his thoughts.
She stopped and looked up and realized that she was about to enter the dormitory building. She turned around and found that she was stopped three meters away. She was suddenly startled and hurried back in small steps and stopped in front of Ji Zhou.
.
"Sorry, I have something to think about. Goodbye, Mr. Ji." Tang Shi said hurriedly.
His face felt a little hot. Tang Shi pursed his lips, paused, and thanked Ji Zhou in a low voice, "Thank you, Mr. Ji."
Ji Zhou stood in the moonlight with a tall and straight figure. There was a faint smile on his lips and his voice was gentle, "I should thank you."
It was a Tang poem that was meant to be polite, but I was stunned when I heard the sound.
She raised her head in vain, her watery almond-shaped eyes slightly widened, as if the moonlight had coated her eyes with a layer of light, making them moist and brighter, like a puddle of clear water that could reflect the stars.
Her surprise was so obvious that Ji Zhou lowered his head and suppressed a smile and asked, "You didn't just say it casually, did you?"
"..."
Tang Shi quickly shook his head.
This, this, this, how dare you nod...
After a short pause, Tang Shi's thoughts changed and he asked carefully: "Mr. Ji, how should I repay you?"
"You ask me?"
Ji Zhou smiled, his eyebrows tinged with a hint of amusement, adding a bit of liveliness to his usually calm and gentle appearance.
Maybe the moonlight was so beautiful, the person in front of me had an outstanding temperament, and the picture was so heart-warming that Tang Shi was stunned when he saw it.
For a while, I couldn't answer Ji Zhou's question.
Looking at her with a smile, Ji Zhou asked: "Don't your female team know how to make mooncakes by yourself?"
"Ah..." Tang Shi blinked and suddenly said, "What flavor does Mr. Ji like?"
Ji Zhou paused for a moment and said, "I won't pick."
"I see."
After exhaling, Tang Shi's eyes were sure, and his tone was somewhat reassuring.
Ji Zhou then said: "You go upstairs."
"Okay." Tang Shi nodded, turned around and paused briefly. She glanced sideways at Ji Zhou, her dark eyes moved, and she said briskly, "Goodbye, Mr. Ji."
In the shallow light of the soft water, Tang Shi's figure running away in small steps undulated in the field of vision.
Ji Zhou curled his lips and smiled.
…
Tang Shi ran all the way up the stairs, and when he was about to reach the corner, he suddenly heard a sound——
"Good evening, Mr. Ji. Are you sending our Tangtang home again?"
Liang Zhiqiong's joyful and cheerful voice came through the air.
The heart that was already beating like a drum seemed to stop suddenly when it heard the sound, and the next moment, it began to beat in an even more chaotic manner.
At the moment of turning the corner, Tang Shi subconsciously stopped and quickly glanced outside the building.
When she saw Liang Zhiqiong running towards him, she waved her hands towards Ji Zhou and smiled calmly and brightly.
Ji Zhou smiled and nodded at her.
Suddenly, without any warning, Ji Zhou glanced this way.
He stood in the distance, his face hidden in the dark when he turned his head, and his eyes and expression could not be seen clearly, but in that short moment, Tang Shi seemed to meet his gaze, and his beating heart suddenly missed a beat.
shoot.
She didn't dare to stop, tightened the notebook in her arms, quickly stepped onto the steps, and ran away without a trace.
*
"Yo!"
Liang Zhiqiong opened the door, but instead of coming in directly, he stuck his head out.
Tang Shi, who was hurriedly clearing the table, was startled by her.
"Where's the ghost?"
Ding Jing walked through the corridor, slapped Liang Zhiqiong on the back, and slapped Liang Zhiqiong into the dormitory.
"Ah, it's broken, my waist is broken..." Liang Zhiqiong exclaimed.
"What about Pengci? What I photographed was your back." Ding Jing did not dare to compliment her on her IQ.
Liang Zhiqiong immediately changed her words, "Ah, my back is broken——"
Ding Jing stood at the door, raising his eyebrows and smiling at her, "Shall I ask Mo Shangyun to repair it for you?"
"OK OK."
Liang Zhiqiong immediately straightened her back and stopped all her histrionic behavior.
"Virtue."
Ding Jing rolled his eyes at her and wandered into the dormitory next door.
After stealing a glance at her, Liang Zhiqiong quickly closed the door.
Seeing the interaction between the two of them, Tang Shi couldn't help but laugh, and the panic and throbbing in her heart also calmed down a bit.
"Why do you keep thinking about her and always recruit her?"
Tang Shi sat sideways, with his arms on the back of the chair, his chin resting on his arms, and asked Liang Zhiqiong funny.
"It's fun," Liang Zhiqiong raised her chin and said proudly, "I'm happy to meet her."
Tang Shi stretched out his finger and seemed to calculate it carefully for her, "But you will fail nine times out of ten..."
"Don't make trouble!"
Liang Zhiqiong stamped her feet in anger.
Tang Shi then smiled, looking very happy.
"Come on, come on, let's do a big operation tonight -"
Liang Zhiqiong walked towards the wardrobe.
"What?"
As soon as Tang Shi finished asking, she saw Liang Zhiqiong taking out a box of facial masks from the closet.
That's really a box.
Perhaps in order to save space, all the packaging boxes have been removed, and all the facial masks of various styles are stuffed into one box, just like purchasing on behalf of others.
"Before that little exercise started, our mission was - one facial mask every day!" Liang Zhiqiong put the box on the table, and then rolled up his sleeves as if in a big battle, "If it weren't for that little biscuit,
I didn’t know I was hoarding so many facial masks!”
Tang Shi blinked in surprise, "Isn't this too much?"
"Not much." Liang Zhiqiong brought a handful of facial masks over, put them on her table, and raised her hand to touch Tang Shi's face, "Look at this face, it's beautiful! Look at this skin... Hey, how's your skin?
so good?"
I wiped it, but couldn't help it, so I wiped it again.
In order to avoid her, Tang Shi almost threw her chair down.
Tang Shi said: "I usually take care of it when I have time."
After all, she is a girl, so she still needs to take care of herself.
The second female team members are all naturally beautiful and live a rough life... People like Mo Shangjun and Baili Zhao never use skin care products or cosmetics, but they can't bear to have good skin. They can only take care of themselves after being exposed to the sun for two days a week.
recover.
However, Tang poetry belongs to the normal category, so I usually pay attention to it.
"That's it," Liang Zhiqiong nodded, and then waved his hand, "I've thought about it. In terms of appearance, figure, and temperament, which one of our second female team is not worse than that little biscuit?! Then we -
"
"Zhiqiong."
Tang Shi called her seriously.
"What?"
"We can apply oil paint." Tang Shi said, paused, and added, "And there are only two colors."
It is impossible to draw a flower.
Liang Zhiqiong: "..." After a night of excitement, my mood suddenly hit rock bottom.
There's no use coaxing her.
Liang Zhiqiong fell down on her chair in frustration.
Seeing that she was in such a state of shock, Tang Shi suggested: "You can go to the hospital in casual clothes next time."
"Can one or two people be as shocked as our team?!" Liang Zhiqiong gritted her teeth, "There are so many beauties in our team. If I don't show her, I feel uncomfortable all over."
Tang Shi: "..." Okay, she doesn't quite understand this brain circuit.
"Speaking of which, what's the situation between you and Mr. Ji now?" Liang Zhiqiong suddenly changed the subject in order to relieve her annoyance, "They are sent downstairs every day, and they are tired of being together. Even if they don't have any feelings, they can still do it.
Have you lost your feelings?"
Liang Zhiqiong speaks straightforwardly.
This has never changed.
Fortunately, I am also used to it in Tang poetry.
After a pause, Tang Shi said: "I don't know."
She seemed to be able to feel something, but there was a layer of window paper between her and she didn't dare to open it rashly.
Every time she thought about it, she would inevitably think of someone who could only exist in other people's words - Ji Zhou's fiancée.
It is said that they are very affectionate.
It is said that they are getting married.
If he loses her when his feelings are at their strongest, Mr. Ji will remember her for the rest of his life.
Tang Shi thought that she was not a particularly cautious person and would go for what she wanted. But when she thought of the heroine who died young, she felt panicked, as if she was taking advantage of others' danger to steal what should belong to others.
everything of.
Perhaps, if the girl was not a soldier, she would feel better.
But the other party is not only a soldier, but also a martyr...
She was very worried and did not dare to act rashly.
Liang Zhiqiong curled her lips, knowing that she couldn't ask anything, so she could only shrug and said: "Anyway, I think Mr. Ji is very special to you. If it weren't for you, there would be others. Mr. Ji can't spend his whole life fighting for a deceased person.
Are you a bachelor?"
"..."
Tang Shi lowered his head and said nothing.
After a few seconds, Liang Zhiqiong added: "We will remember our old friends, but this does not mean that life will stop moving forward."
Tang Shi looked at Liang Zhiqiong in surprise.
"What to do?" Liang Zhiqiong asked in confusion.
"This..." Tang Shi didn't know how to express his surprise.
"That's what Mo Shangjun said." Liang Zhiqiong said calmly.
"..."
oh.
The painting style suddenly became normal.
*
There is a tank model on the table.
Ding Jing looked at it, and Mo Shangjun also looked at it.
For a while, their eyes drifted away, and then at the right moment, they met.
This look looks very much like...friendship.
"When did you hook up with Si Sheng?"
Standing up, Mo Shangjun patted the corners of his clothes and said in a somewhat bizarre tone.
"Didn't you give me a mechanism bracelet as a gift?" Ding Jing said, "I even secretly admired you for a while, and later you said you got it from your junior sister."
"Um."
"Didn't I meet Si Sheng with you last time? I had a pretty good chat with her, so I asked for her contact information."
"Um."
She knows all this.
After a pause, Mo Shangyun said casually, "Then you asked her for a tank model?"
Ding Jing was furious, "Bah! The labor and management came to her to thank her!"
Mo Shangjun was simply shocked, "You went to her to thank her and ended up asking for a tank model?"
"...It's a long story."
Ding Jing picked up the model on the table and couldn't put it down.
The model is small, purely handmade, made of wood, and has a very high quality.
This was the most thoughtful gift among the few gifts Ding Jing received.
Ding Jing's favorability towards Si Sheng was rising slowly. At this time, even if Si Sheng asked for stars in the sky, she would go and pick them stupidly.
"Long story short."
"I asked her if there was anything she wanted, and she said no."
"..."
Ding Jing is having fun with this trick.
After all, no normal person would say ‘yes’.
Scratching his nose, Ding Jing said: "Isn't that right? Xiao Chuyun likes wood carving? When I have time, I will go to him to learn."
"Can he teach you?" Mo Shangyun was shocked again.
"I said I would take good care of Yu Yitong."
"..."
Xiao Chuyun could believe Ding Jing's words, probably because he was blinded by love.
After all, Yu Yitong, who was following Ding Jing, owed her dozens of laps a few hours ago.
"I was thinking, isn't this a new skill? I just said I would give Si Sheng a wood carving as a gift. Later, I showed her what I had done before, and she said, I can do it if I want to do it. Afterwards, we chatted and said, "I gave it to Si Sheng.
I have a model of a tank." Having said this, Ding Jing looked down at her model again and exclaimed, "I didn't expect that, your little junior sister is really ingenious."
"..."
From this perspective, Si Sheng is indeed considered "ingenious".
After all, that person is also keen on "making big things", and she doesn't pay attention to ordinary tricks.
For example, cooking is a skill that she feels is a waste of time and has no nutrition.
For Si Sheng's new gift, Ding Jing decided not only to learn English well during his break, but also to find time to learn wood carving skills.
Mo Shangjun saw that she was so ambitious and couldn't bear to attack her - Si Sheng's family really didn't lack this stuff.
Forget it, let her go.
Anyway, she and Cen Jun had nothing to do, and they also liked to forcefully give Si Sheng calligraphy and paintings.
…
The next day, Mo Shangjun did not go to the hospital to see Yan Tianxing.
As soon as Monday comes, it’s inevitable to get busy.
There are meetings in the team, the purchase of mooncakes for the Mid-Autumn Festival, understanding the team members' various achievements, and docking with the armored infantry battalion's exercises...
Mo Shangjun thinks that she misses Yan Tianxing very much, because in the little leisure time she has left, she will think of Yan Tianxing and take advantage of every opportunity to send several messages to Yan Tianxing.
However, she still didn't take the time and energy to spare an hour just to go to the military hospital not far away to see Yan Tianxing.
Not necessary.
There are many things to deal with in life and work, so there is no need to arrange yourself in a way that is earth-shattering.
After all, even when she traveled across mountains and rivers to find Yan Tianxing who might have survived, looking back now, she didn't think it was a very touching thing.
After so many thrilling experiences, she has long been accustomed to them.
In the evening, Mo Shangyun had some free time. Taking advantage of the fact that there was no signal blocking during non-working hours, she took out her mobile phone and planned to chat with Yan Tianxing.
As a result, as soon as the mobile phone screen lit up, the landline phone started ringing.
She glanced at the phone number - it actually came from Yan Tianxing's mobile phone.
"Team Yan."
When he picked up the receiver, Mo Shangyun's tone was quite serious.
Landline phone calls and personal phone calls represent the difference between business and private matters, and the attitudes are naturally different.
"Team Mo."
Yan Tianxing also called her this way in cooperation.
Such an opening sounds official and formal, but it makes me feel uncomfortable no matter how I listen to it.
Mo Shangyun raised his hand and touched his left ear, and asked uncomfortably: "What's the matter?"
"I want to talk to you about the Mid-Autumn Festival activities." Yan Tianxing's tone was much gentler, with a faint smile, and he was obviously aware of the embarrassment in the formal meaning.
He originally wanted to call Mo Shangyun's mobile phone, but Mo Shangyun should have muted his phone. No one answered, so he chose to call her landline.
After all, what he wants to say can be regarded as "official business".
Mo Shangjun was stunned for a moment and frowned slightly, "Isn't that almost the point?"
She remembered that she had gone through all the procedures that needed to be done.
"A slight change."
"What?" Mo Shangjun asked.
"Add someone to the list." Yan Tianxing said.
"Um?"
"Your old classmate, Shang Ru." Yan Tianxing spoke slowly and accurately.
"..."
Mo Shangyun didn't know if he was overthinking it, but he immediately imagined a scene in his mind of a gorgeously dressed Shang Ru knocking on the door of Yan Tianxing's ward.
However, the direction of her thinking is a bit skewed...
After all, it was not Shang Ru who knocked on the door, but Duan Zimu.
"This," Mo Shangyun paused, and with a hypocritical heart, he knocked on the table and said euphemistically, "Isn't it appropriate?"
Yan Tianxing said: "Since we are your old classmates, there is nothing inappropriate."
"OK."
Mo Shangyun narrowed his eyes and then cut off the phone.
The next moment, she picked up the mobile phone on the table and quickly dialed Yan Tianxing's number.
The phone rang and was quickly answered.
However, before Yan Tianxing could speak, Mo Shangyun immediately put down his words and said, "You'd better give me a suitable reason, otherwise I can go to the hospital and break your legs right now."