"You, are you the company commander?!"

"Second."

Seeing Xiao Yi's expression on his face, Mo Shangyun added lukewarmly.

Yesterday, Lang Yan asked several people to come to see her and gave her some condolences. The quarrel was very grand, and Lu Yang was not surprised to know.

"The deputy is also very good. You look only twenty years old..." Xiao Yi smiled at her, "Did you graduate from the military academy?"

"Yes." Mo Shangyun answered faintly.

"Well, Company Commander Mo, our conversation here will not affect you, right?" Xiao Yi smiled a little shyly.

After looking at the two of them, Mo Shangyun shrugged, "No."

Xiao Yi breathed a sigh of relief and thanked Mo Shangyun.

Mo Shangyun didn't care anymore, and sat in front of the window reading a book with his back to them.

However, even though they were reading a book in a quiet moment, Mo Shangyun knew them two or three points.

Both of them joined the army at the age of 18 and served in a certain unit of the East China Sea Fleet. However, Lu Yang was one year older than Xiao Yi and joined the army one year earlier than Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi retired after two years of conscript career, and then relied on short stories published in magazines to make a living. At the age of 5, this year, Lu Yang successfully published his first novel.

After the New Year, he passed the Frogman selection and successfully joined the Marine Corps. He was later discharged from the army in the first half of this year.

What puzzled Mo Shangyun was—

Veterans usually retire when recruiting new soldiers, and September is the time for new soldiers to retire. Lu Yang's "first half of the year" is really wrong.

However, because it was eavesdropping, Mo Shangyun did not ask.

Two comrades and brothers who have not seen each other for six years are now together, and they don’t feel alienated. Even Lu Yang, who is dead, becomes talkative.

Mo Shangyun read more than ten pages of "Shuowen Jiezi" and another phone call came.

Since being hospitalized, Yan Tianxing announced to the public that she "accidentally injured her leg with a knife." From the entire training camp to her brother Mo Shangshuang, she was afraid that the whole world would not know that she had committed such stupid self-harm.

, so much that he can get rid of many ridicule and greetings every day, and the phone calls are constantly coming, Mo Shangyun has long been used to it.

I didn't look at the phone screen either, Mo Shangyun answered directly.

"Men Mo!"

As soon as I answered, Lang Yan's affectionate shouts came from the other side of the phone.

Mo Shangyun almost shook off her goosebumps.

"Hmm?" Mo Shangyun spoke out in confusion.

"When will we go back to the company?" Lang Yan asked with a smile. The tone of the elders who were considerate and caring for the younger generation made Mo Shangyun air-conditioned and he was uncomfortable.

After hesitating for a while, Mo Shangyun said the answer that Lang Yan already knew, "End of the month."

The training camp has successfully disbanded, which means that she is not under Yan Tianxing's jurisdiction, and the company's leave is also approved by the company - Lang Yan knows very well when she will go back.

"At the end of the month..." Lang Yan's voice immediately became disappointed, and sighed, as if he was afraid that others would not feel it.

After a while, he deliberately added, "It's good at the end of the month, it's good at the end of the month. When we come back at the end of the month, our company will change again-"

"You have something to say."

Mo Shangyun interrupted his roundabout hint in time.

"That," Lang Yan coughed lightly, and became pretentious and tactful again, "Actually nothing big is happening..."

Touching his nose, Mo Shangyun said bluntly: "Company Commander Lang, such a mother-in-law is not like you."

“…”

Lang Yan was silent for a moment and did not refute.

"Have you read the news? Recently...hehe, the international situation is quite serious..." Lang Yan said implicitly.

Mo Shangyun was stunned for a moment, and then joked: "Even if we fight, it's not our turn. What are you worried about? Want to volunteer?"

"I'm not qualified," Lang Yan said helplessly, finally reaching the point. "Other companies have taken this opportunity to do ideological work and boost morale. The instructors also want to find time to mobilize the second company."

"Isn't it very good?" Mo Shangyun asked back.

Lang Yan paused for a moment, his voice suddenly became heavier, and he asked, "Is it really OK?"

Mo Shangyun raised her eyelids and her eyes fell to the sky outside the window. On a hot afternoon, the sky was cloudless, and even her vision could feel the heat of summer.

After sorting out the matter, Mo Shangyun asked: "The instructor wants to, but are you not happy?"

"That's what it means."

"Take me back to take the team?" Mo Shangyun asked with a smile.

"..." Lang Yan cleared his throat and said embarrassedly, "You can't say that either."

"I can't say about this," Mo Shangyun leaned back on the back of the chair, closed the book on his knees with his left hand, and said slowly, "I have no experience and no idea about this."

"How is it possible? You have the most ideas." Lang Yan said, "I think, whether I or the instructor, you can always convince someone."

Mo Shangyun smiled, "I dare not wear this high hat."

“…”

Lang Yan was silent.

Even through the phone, Mo Shangyun could feel Lang Yan's doubts.

Perhaps Lang Yan himself could not be sure whether his persistence was correct, so he called his assistant and deputy company commander - all he wanted was a result.

Even if the result is convinced.

However, Mo Shangyun, who even had difficulty making decisions on his own affairs, would have difficulty giving him such a result.

Although, she could understand what Lang Yan was worried about—

"He wants to bring out a group of soldiers who are not afraid of war, but will never be excited by war and yearn for war."

This peace lover does not expect war.

"Then I'll think about it."

After a while, Lang Yan gave such an answer.

"Um."

Mo Shangyun responded faintly.

"Rehabilitate well." Lang Yan reminded him and hung up the phone.

The relaxed beginning and the dull ending were something Mo Shangyun didn't want to see, but she had no choice.

However, after hanging up the phone, it was difficult to read the book in my hand.

On this summer afternoon, even the air was burning, and a gust of summer breeze blew in from the window, with the hot temperature, stuffy and hot, which made Mo Shangyun frown with some displeasure.

The wind blew the hair, and the uncut hair in March grew again at some point. The hair brushed across the cheeks and neck, and itched.

Mo Shangyun leaned down.

What should I do next?

*

My comrades who had not seen each other for five years chatted together for two hours.

Mo Shangyun played games on his mobile phone and played for two full hours.

"Oh, I almost forgot. This is my first novel "A Drop of Blood", which I specially brought to you." Xiao Yi's voice suddenly attracted Mo Shangyun's attention, "Although it is not well written

, but I hope it can help you get rid of your boredom.”

Mo Shangyun turned around when she heard the sound.

She saw Lu Yang sitting on the bed taking the book, and then she showed a gentle and sincere smile to Xiao Yi, "Congratulations, your dream has come true."

Xiao Yi grabbed his hair in embarrassment.

It took him so long to publish his first novel. It can be said that he is very talented.

"By the way, you have been discharged from the army, have you found something to do?" Xiao Yi changed the subject.

Lu Yang was stunned, his expression was a little embarrassed, "No."

“…”

Xiao Yi pulled the corner of his mouth and felt even more embarrassed.

However, he soon found a new topic - accompanying Lu Yang to the hospital and bask in the sun.

Lu Yang hesitated for a moment, then nodded in response.

Xiao Yi breathed a sigh of relief, quickly found a wheelchair, and pushed Lu Yang out.

When he left, he even said hello to Mo Shangyun.

"Can I read your book?"

The idle man Mo asked Xiao Yi unexpectedly.

"Ah, yes."

Xiao Yi nodded in a panic. When he handed over the book, his eyes hurriedly swept over Mo Shangyun's book "Shuowen Jiezi" and thought that such a person might not be able to read his book, but he didn't know it.
To be continued...