The sky was a bit gloomy, and the air seemed a bit humid now compared to the dryness of previous days.
A jeep passes by on a busy road.
Passing by a snack street, the driving speed slowed down a lot because there were mostly vehicles and pedestrians.
"team leader!"
Suddenly, the driver shouted something.
When the man sitting behind the driver's seat heard the sound, he frowned in displeasure, his brows filled with coldness.
However, the driver Mucheng who was driving in front had turned his head and pointed in a certain direction outside the window in surprise, "Look."
Yan Tianxing gave him a look calmly.
Mu Cheng instantly realized his identity, smiled at Yan Tianxing, then turned around honestly, sat upright, and looked ahead.
However, although he seemed to be driving seriously, he pricked up his ears and waited for Yan Tianxing to say "stop the car".
After Mu Cheng sat firmly, Yan Tianxing turned his head and glanced outside calmly.
At this glance, I successfully found the most conspicuous familiar figure in the vast sea of people.
——At the same time, I realized where Mucheng’s blather came from.
On a crowded street, sitting at a table outside a rice noodle shop, was a slender, familiar figure.
She was dressed casually, wearing a baseball cap backwards, with the back brim covering her slightly longer short hair. Even her sitting posture was familiar and casual, except that the injured foot was bandaged, which was extremely conspicuous.
A crutch was placed on the seat next to her.
He was eating noodles with his head down, holding two chopsticks in his right hand, his head slightly tilted, and he was probably looking at the mobile phone in his left hand, looking half-heartedly and absent-mindedly.
Even if you don't see the front, just the back is enough to identify who she is.
However, Yan Tianxing never shouted "Stop" as Mucheng wished. Instead, he looked at it for a few times and then looked away.
"Master Yan?"
The car drove a certain distance, and when he turned back he couldn't even see anyone. Mu Cheng couldn't help but call Yan Tianxing, worried that Yan Tianxing might not notice Mo Shangjun's presence because of his poor eyesight.
"Shut up if it's not serious."
The cold words were thrown away, and the majestic words made Mu Cheng feel a chill in his heart.
Mu Cheng immediately shut up.
Master Yan must have discovered Mo Shangjun. Not to mention the messy relationship between the two of them, just saying that Mo Shangjun appeared in the capital when he was supposed to be recuperating in Ancheng. With Master Yan's style of doing things, it is impossible for him to just sit idly by and ignore it.
…
But now, Master Yan even pretends that he has never seen Mo Shangjun.
This is so unreasonable.
With this thought in his mind, Mu Cheng did not dare to speak any more.
He came to the capital this time, nominally to accompany Mr. Yan on a business trip. In fact, Mr. Yan gave him a chance to come and meet his girlfriend who works in the capital. If he offends Mr. Yan by talking too much now, he will definitely do it later.
Can't even see him face to face.
*
Eaten half of the rice noodles.
No one answered the three calls I made.
Mo Cang, Cen Jun, and Mo Shangshuang disappeared together as if they were colluding, and they could not be contacted.
She even called the landline that was rarely used at home, but still didn't get any response.
Mo Shangjun ate his mouth powder again.
Doing things impulsively can easily lead to problems. He ran back without informing him... It was a bit impulsive.
Thinking casually, Mo Shangjun picked up a handful of chopstick powder and put down the phone.
She concentrated on finishing the remaining powder.
Then, he put down his bowls and chopsticks, picked up his crutches, and walked slowly to the street.
Nowadays, transportation is very convenient. You can call a taxi with your mobile phone. Mo Shangjun stood on the street and sighed like an old man. Then he selected the noodle shop on Chen Road and called a taxi.
However, after getting in the car, Mo Shangyun vaguely felt that he might have made a wrong choice again.
She hasn't contacted Chen Lu for a while. Whether he has come back to open a noodle shop now... she has no idea.
*
Beijing Military Region, 7th Group Army, a certain unit.
A taxi stopped at the entrance of the army. A young woman on crutches got out of the taxi. As soon as she closed the door, the taxi drove away quickly, for fear of staying even a second longer.
The sky is gloomy and the air is humid. After a period of heavy rain, there is now a light drizzle falling, and the dense rain is falling on my face. It is cool, but it is completely unable to drive away the sultry heat brought by this hot summer.
Mo Shangyun leaned on crutches and glanced at the army gate.
——As expected, Chen Lu's shop was still closed. Mo Shangjun called him and it was said that he was still in Ancheng.
In desperation, she called a car and arrived here before the heavy rain came.
Likewise, no one was informed in advance.
She took two steps.
Then, after hearing the rapid footsteps, he stopped knowingly.
On the left and right sides of the gate, a group of fully armed soldiers rushed in, holding Type 95 automatic rifles in their hands. In a blink of an eye, she was surrounded by her, whose mobility was restricted. The sound of the safety lever being pulled was heard one after another, waiting for Mo Shangyun to lift it up again.
With her eyes, all she could see were the muzzles of six or seventy-eight guns, and the dark holes, all aimed at her head.
"who?"
"What are you here for?!"
"ID card!"
…
Mo Shangjun's brows twitched slightly.
Yesterday, someone held a knife to his neck, and now he has so many guns pointed at his head, I'm afraid he's seeing a ghost.
This book was first published by ***, please do not reprint it! (To be continued)