"Are you hiding something from me about that matter?"
Mo Shangyun paused while holding the wine glass, then shrugged casually, "No."
After she finished speaking, she lowered her eyelids slightly and drank all the wine in the glass.
"No." Looking at her and murmuring these three words, Chen Lu looked unclear. After a while, he snorted, "I can't tell you are lying anyway."
Initially, Mo Shangjun had four teachers.
Some taught her how to survive in the wild, like myself, and others taught her marksmanship, fighting and other skills.
At that time, apart from him, the other three were all veterans and had their own jobs. They were specially invited by Mo Shangyun's grandfather to teach her.
Those three people often accompany her.
He, on the other hand, would come to teach Mo Shangyun from time to time when he was free. Anyway, survival in the wild could not be carried out for a long time. He would accompany her to various places probably once or twice every quarter.
Mo Shangjun didn't call him teacher. He called him "Uncle Chen" from the first time they met, and it hasn't changed yet.
A few years later, he retired from the army. Although he did not accompany Mo Shangjun full-time, he spent a lot of time with Mo Shangjun, and his colleagues also became familiar with the other three.
Originally, life was quite good like that. There was no need to set goals or force oneself to maintain the honor of the King of Soldiers. Moreover, it was also a great pleasure to occasionally see Mo Shangyun's progress.
However, everything came to an abrupt end during the summer vacation of Mo Shangjun's sophomore year.
Those three old guys encountered an accident and got involved in a battle with mercenaries. They saved the hostages but sacrificed themselves.
He wasn't there at the time.
It is said that Mo Cang was the one who gave them instructions and instructions.
From then on, the relationship between Mo Shangyun and his family reached a freezing point - this was what Mo Shangshuang told him.
At first, Chen Lu thought that Mo Shangyun was just having a bad temper and he would figure it out one day.
No one was wrong in that matter.
No one expected what the outcome would be. Everything was just an accident. No one could control the overall situation, not even Mo Cang.
He thought Mo Shangjun would figure it out one day.
Mo Shangjun has never been a person who would dig himself into a dead end.
However, it has been almost three years now, and Mo Shangyun seems to have let go. His relationship with his family may not be bad, but——
It always feels like something is wrong.
I have witnessed Mo Shangyun’s growth, spent a lot of time with her, and can control her temper to some extent.
Mo Shangjun has always valued love and justice. She is the kind of place that she has been to once. Even if a restaurant is worthy of her second visit, she will make a special trip to that restaurant when she goes there again.
——This is definitely not the kind of person who would deliberately avoid the doorstep of his home several times and would not even enter the threshold.
Therefore, he felt that maybe there was something in this matter that he didn't know, and the hidden things were enough to allow Mo Shangyun to do this.
"Girl," Chen Lu suddenly lowered his voice after a while, looked at Mo Shangyun with a heavy expression, and asked tentatively, "were you there at that time?"
When Mo Shangjun picked up the peanuts, Leng Buding paused for a moment, but then quickly picked up the peanuts and brought them to his mouth.
Chen Lu keenly noticed that her index finger holding the chopsticks was trembling slightly inadvertently.
"Um."
After eating the peanuts quietly, Mo Shangyun responded quietly.
Um.
A single word easily confirmed Chen Lu's guess.
Someone at the next table suddenly started making a quarrel because a passing customer accidentally rubbed spicy oil on a woman. The woman had a loud voice, grabbed the guest's arm and cursed. Many people gathered around, and the atmosphere was tense.
There was a lot of noise immediately.
It was in sharp contrast to the quiet table.
Chen Lu looked at Mo Shangjun, who was eating peanuts with his head down.
Chen Lu opened his mouth.
However, there are thousands of words stuck in my throat and not a single word can come out.
It turns out she is also there...
That incident has never been made public, and all participants have been banned. It is a top-secret event, and no one is allowed to say a word, so it can only rot in the heart.
Chen Lu had been in the army for many years and knew the regulations very well, so he had no way to ask Mo Shangyun.
——What have you experienced?
--What do you see?
He could only imagine.
Sadly, just because he has experienced it, what he can think of is more cruel and bloody.
He had witnessed his brother dying beside him, and the hot blood was stained all over his clothes. It was like an illusion. The man was clearly talking to him one second ago, but no matter how hard he called the next second, he couldn't get a response.
.
If Mo Shangyun was not involved, he could stand in the same position as Mo Shangyun and give Mo Shangyun a few words of advice.
However, when Mo Shangjun experienced it personally...
He was not qualified to persuade her.
Without personal experience, there is no empathy.
The persuasion from an outsider's perspective is indifferent and treats all the pain of others as not worth mentioning. It may be out of good intentions, but it cannot give anyone comfort.
At some point, the table next door gradually became quiet.
The guests left, the women left, and the onlookers dispersed. It seemed that just in an instant, the place was empty again. The empty dining table seemed like nothing had happened.
There were only a few peanuts left on the plate.
The waiter brought the skewers they ordered, greeted them with a smile, and then put the skewers down.
Before leaving, he glanced at Mo Shangyun. He wanted to say hello, but he felt a little shy for some reason and left rather shyly.
"It's been almost three years," Chen Lu sighed and broke the silence, "Can you make it out?"
"Um."
Mo Shangjun put down his chopsticks and went to get a bunch of mutton skewers.
A gust of night wind blew by, blowing up the strands of hair on her forehead, revealing her smooth and plump forehead. Fragments of light fell on her eyes, and her dark eyes reflected the shining light, softly,
It's warm and adds a little tenderness.
"I'm fine." Mo Shangyun said calmly.
She is very good, both before and now.
After all, it wasn't her who died.
However, for a long time, she was not used to it.
Not used to living.
In her life up to this point, those few people had accompanied her for nearly half of the journey, but suddenly they disappeared, no sound could be heard, no people could be seen, and it always felt a bit unreal.
However, I just think about it occasionally.
She doesn't need to rely on anyone to live, and it's not her temperament to just collapse.
The trajectory of life will not be changed easily.
"What about you?" After taking a bite of the mutton skewers, Mo Shangjun suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Chen Lu, "What are you planning to do in the future?"
Chen Lu thought for a while, drank all the wine in the glass, put the glass heavily on the table, and said: "It depends on the situation."
Without those three old guys, life would be boring, so I opened a noodle shop here as a temporary settlement.
But, it is always temporary.
This 'temporary' can be long or short. Maybe he will change his career tomorrow, and maybe this noodle shop will be open until the day he dies.
When it came to those three old guys, the topic unknowingly became heavy.
After a while, Chen Lu said: "I heard that your military region plans to form a new special forces. Prepare a training camp in advance. Are you going to be an instructor?"
"Yeah." Mo Shangyun responded.
After pouring himself another glass of wine, Chen Lu asked her, "Do you want to join the special forces?"
After a slight pause, Mo Shangyun thought for a moment, "I have no plans for the time being."
Chen Lu looked at her with a heavy expression and stared at her for a long time before he said in a deep voice: "If you can, go and experience it."
"Why," Mo Shangjun suddenly raised his lips and smiled, looking at him teasingly, "haven't you always not supported my joining the special forces?"
In fact, none of these four teachers who had backgrounds in the special forces supported her joining the special forces.
They say that she has a future and doesn't need to waste time in the special forces. She can keep going up. Studying and doing scientific research are all very powerful in their eyes.
They don't know that in the eyes of many people, they are also very powerful and respected beings.
"That was before," Chen Lu patted the table, "I didn't know before, but now... you guys are giving speeches, holding meetings, etc., it's really boring."
Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, "Who said cultivating talents is higher than becoming talents?"
"..."
Chen Lu choked on her.
This girl has a pretty good memory.
"Anyway," Chen Lu muttered after a while, "even if you want to train talents, you can still have a few years of special experience. Let me tell you, being a special forces soldier only has such precious few years. If you get old, others will
If I don’t want you, it’s too late for you to regret it.”
After a moment of silence, Mo Shangyun said nothing at all. He picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp without making a sound.
Chen Lu was very drunk, talking about Mo Shangyun, and kept talking about the benefits of the special forces, how many unforgettable experiences they can have, and how many things they can learn that cannot be learned outside. By the way, he mentioned some things that he had never revealed before.
experience.
Mo Shangyun listened quietly.
The skewers were basically untouched, but the beer was being put on the table one bottle after another.
The brain is clear.
Is she drunk?
Since two years ago, she has been unable to get drunk. (To be continued)