Mo Shangyun was silent for a moment and then asked, "Did Mom call you?"
Mo Cang: "..."
Not only did he call him, but he also asked him about his age, so he knew that he was bullying the younger.
Simply...inexplicable!
It took him a long time to coax the person.
"Feel sorry."
After pondering for a while, Mo Shangjun said quietly.
There was a pause, and then he asked again: "What happened?"
"fine."
"If nothing happens, will you call your mother?" Mo Cang's tone suddenly became more serious.
Unless it's Cenjun's birthday or Mother's Day, Mo Shangjun will occasionally send messages to Cenjun. Basically, she will never call him if things can be solved through text messages.
The only possibility is that something happened to her.
"Well," Mo Shangyun hesitated for a moment, then raised his eyes and fell on the document on the monitor. Then his voice became a little lower, "Dad, am I suitable for the military camp?"
"Not suitable."
What Mo Cang said was extremely certain.
With Mo Shangjun's temperament, he should be like Cen Jun, wandering around the world.
His eyes slowly lowered, and Mo Shangyun said: "Master and the others said..."
They think she should stay in the army.
They said she could do a lot of things.
"Because they are soldiers." Mo Cang said solemnly.
They think Mo Shangyun is a genius.
They believe that only the army is suitable for her.
They favored Mo Shangyun from their own point of view, and Mo Shangyun had independent thoughts since she was a child, so when she chose military school, no one in her family stopped her.
Even Cen Jun, who didn't like his daughter joining the army, never said a word "no".
Mo Shangyun was silent for a while, his expression a little cold, "You too."
"Just because I am, I understand better." Mo Cang said.
"What if I want to leave now?"
Mo Shangjun asked with a smile. His smile was so shallow that it looked forced.
But no one saw it.
Mo Cang fell silent.
Finally, he said: "As long as you can be sure of what you want."
Mo Shangjun's eyes dimmed.
What a pity.
Because she can get everything easily, she never knows what she wants.
She has always been enlightening others, but that is only apparent to bystanders.
And those who are persuaded by her usually have many paths to take.
Advance to touch your dreams and beliefs, retreat to return to a peaceful life.
I don't know since when, all the choices before her were limited to the army.
Because there were too many choices and she stood too high, even she felt that her future was limitless.
She has been walking too easily all this time, and has come so easily to where she is now.
Then when she wanted to step back, she looked back and realized that all those dazzling choices were gone.
In the end, this road is not what she likes.
She didn't want to stand at Mo Cang's level and be forced by various circumstances to make the same choice he made three years ago for the sake of so-called "righteousness."
"That's it?"
After waiting for Mo Shangyun's response, Mo Cang asked again.
Taking a deep breath, Mo Shangyun thought for a while and said: "Black Eagle is in Ancheng."
"The Black Hawk thing has nothing to do with you."
Mo Cang said coldly, his words revealing invisible majesty and oppression.
Mo Shangjun asked with a smile: "It has nothing to do with you?"
Every word is like sarcasm.
After a moment of pause, Mo Cang's steady voice was mixed with a hint of helplessness, "Girl, you can't hold on to the past."
"Bye."
After Mo Shangyun finished speaking coldly, he immediately cut off the phone call.
The phone was turned off and thrown into the drawer.
She closed her eyes, picked up the training hat that was lying on the table, and put it on her head, with the brim of the hat lowered.
He got up, walked to the door, turned off the light, and closed the door.
At the end of June, the weather was getting hotter and hotter. There was no cool breeze at night. The air was stuffy and hot. A bright moon hung in the sky, and stars were all over the sky, spreading across the endless night sky.
Mo Shangjun stood in the corridor, raising his head and looking at the shockingly beautiful night sky for a while.
However, the flying mosquitoes dampened her interest.
She turned around and went downstairs.
After leaving the dormitory and office building, I did not go to the cafeteria to have dinner with other instructors. Instead, I chose the path up the mountain, heading all the way to a deserted place.
Didn't come home all night.
*
The news that Mo Shangyun took "sick leave" spread throughout the base the next day.
——Mo Shangyun, who has never been overwhelmed by anything, was actually overwhelmed by a summary! It’s a strange thing!
When Mo Shangyun returned to the base, took a shower, and returned to the office cleanly, she was greeted by looks of compassion and concern, and... It was said that Yan Tianxing had specially asked the cooking team to prepare sick meals.
Mo Shangjun stood in front of his desk, looking at the sumptuous patient meal. He paused for a long time before remembering what he had said to Yan Tianxing last night.
Mo Shangjun wished he could hit himself on the head.
"I got sick?"
At this moment, Zhong Tianhao walked over with a serious face and looked at Mo Shangyun, who looked slightly pale and haggard.
He frowned.
It doesn't look very healthy.
Mo Shangyun smiled at him and said, "It's okay, I'm fine now."
He didn't sleep all night and didn't speak. Even his words were hoarse.
At this time, Zhong Tianhao had already concluded that she was trying to be brave.
"Don't show off, you can rest if you are sick." Zhong Tianhao said in a very serious manner, and expressed that he attached great importance to this issue.
Duan Zimu also chimed in, "Instructor Yan said that if you didn't come back all night, did you go to the hospital?"