"I know, they are two different things. Isn't your relationship with Zheng Cun better than with Shen Qing?" Liang Zhiqiong said, "But you said it yourself, and you can't tell right from wrong. From our point of view, you are right.

From Zheng Su's point of view, you are wrong. There is no absolute right or wrong, right?"

"Um."

Mo Shangjun responded, but his voice was really perfunctory.

As a result, Liang Zhiqiong's expression became increasingly distressed.

Whatever she could think of, Mo Shangyun could naturally think of it too.

It would be great if Zheng Cun had not sacrificed his life.

Once Zheng Cun walked out of the building well, the phone call from Mo Shangjun was nothing at all, and everyone was happy.

However, there is no if.

Liang Zhiqiong followed Mo Shangjun out of the gate of the military area.

Outside, the driver of the Liang family was already waiting in his car.

"Call me when you can fall asleep."

Stopping his steps, Mo Shangjun explained to Liang Zhiqiong.

Liang Zhiqiong was stunned, "Why?"

"I don't want to hear your half-dead tone." Mo Shangjun said casually.

"..."

Liang Zhiqiong choked up and felt a little angry.

"Hey," Liang Zhiqiong suddenly stopped when she opened the car door. She called out to Mo Shangjun, her eyes met Mo Shangyun's, her expression became a little more serious and cautious, and she asked carefully, "Can you

let it go?"

Looking at Liang Zhiqiong's worried face, Mo Shangjun paused, then nodded, "Yeah."

"Bye," Liang Zhiqiong breathed a sigh of relief and said goodbye to Mo Shangjun, "I'll call you in a few days."

After saying that, he continued to stay without any pretense. Liang Zhiqiong got into the car and asked the driver to drive away.

Mo Shangjun watched the car drive away.

*

Mo Shangjun stayed in the group for another two hours, inquired about the situation, and then went to find Lin Mao and Chu Feiyin.

Chu Feiyin didn't know what happened here, but Lin Mao already knew it through some way.

Lin Mao wanted to communicate with her several times, but was avoided by Mo Shangjun. Mo Shangjun's topic always revolved around military training, and no one could avoid it.

After Lin Mao tried a few times, he sighed and gave up.

He had come into contact with Zheng Cun. Zheng Cun clearly appreciated Mo Shangyun. He heard that he had taken special care of Mo Shangyun. He must have had a good relationship with Zheng Cun. Now he personally watched Zheng Cun die.

For Mo Shangyun, it was probably a big blow.

But, he couldn't persuade him to do this kind of thing.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Mo Shangjun, who had taught Lin Mao and Chu Feiyin all the general training matters, got on the bus to Ancheng Army Academy.

Putting her backpack on the back seat, when Mo Shangyun's hand retracted, she suddenly touched her trouser pocket and paused.

"Can I smoke?"

Mo Shangjun asked the driver driving in front.

"Ah," the driver glanced at Mo Shangyun through the rearview mirror and saw that she didn't look like a gangster, but rather quite elegant, so he nodded, "Okay."

Mo Shangjun opened the car window and took out the pack of unfinished cigarettes.

She lit a cigarette deftly.

It's autumn, it's just rained, and a cool breeze blows in from the window, blowing away the smoke.

A faint smell of smoke lingered on the tip of my nose.

After finishing the cigarette quickly, Mo Shangyun subconsciously took out the pack of cigarettes, but after glancing at it and accidentally glancing at the seat belt, he put it down again.

She thought for a moment and buckled her seat belt.

——She is a little absent-minded.

It wasn't until halfway through that Mo Shangjun thought of Yan Tianxing.

Then, I thought about my cell phone, which has been turned off since last night.

Thinking that Yan Tianxing might know about this, she hesitated, took out her phone and turned it on.

Many messages and phone calls came from Yan Tianxing, Peng Yuqiu, Ruan Yan, Lin Mao and others.

Peng Yuqiu seemed to have gotten the news and came to her to ask about Liang Zhiqiong's situation. Ruan Yan told her that Peng Yuqiu and the others had planned and trained her, and that they had successfully captured her and obtained evidence that could prove her illegal identity.

In the licensing incident, Shi Xiang, who was deceived into helping, was also implicated. The school took it seriously, and Shi Xiang has now been dismissed from his post and detained.

Mo Shangyun has been keeping an eye on this matter for a while. Logically speaking, she would be happy to see such a result, but now that she sees such a result, she only thinks it is normal.

She just hopes to find Chen Lu's whereabouts on Xu Xu as soon as possible.

Yan Tianxing made several phone calls but did not send any messages.

Since Peng Yuqiu knew everything, Yan Tianxing, the captain, had no reason not to know.

Mo Shangyun leaned on the back of his chair and called Yan Tianxing back.

The bell rang once and the call was successfully connected.

"Where?"

Mo Shangyun heard Yan Tianxing's voice, and unexpectedly, he heard some worry and urgency in his tone.

Mo Shangyun glanced out the window and said, "On the way back to the Army Academy."

"I'm in your army."

"Huh?" Mo Shangyun was stunned for a moment, unable to react for a moment.

Their troops?

Yan Tianxing came to Ancheng?

"You get out of the car now, I'll be right over." Yan Tianxing said in a deep voice.

Mo Shangyun paused for two seconds, gradually understood, said the name of a nearby park, and hung up the phone.

She asked the driver to pull over.

The driver stopped the car and looked at Mo Shangyun's back as he got out of the car, but hesitated to speak.

*

Mo Shangjun walked all the way to the park.

There was drizzle falling from the sky again, like needles and threads, densely packed. You didn't feel anything when it fell on your body, but after a while, you could feel the slightest chill.

She walked very slowly, but it seemed like she arrived at the park in the blink of an eye.

It was raining and there was no one here. She bought a newspaper at the newsstand, found a bench and lay down on the side, put the newspaper on her head, and began to close her eyes and meditate.

I didn't want to sleep at first, but for some reason, sleep gradually swept over me.

"Sister, sister..."

In a trance and haze, Mo Shangjun suddenly heard a clear and childish cry.

Two seconds later, Mo Shangyun opened his eyes and took off the newspaper covering his face.

What came into view was a young and cute face, with a pink face and jade, about six or seven years old. The little girl blinked her two little pigtails, held a small flower umbrella, and pushed her shoulders with her little hands.

Seeing Mo Shangyun open his eyes, the little girl showed a happy smile on her face.

Mo Shangyun didn't come back to his senses for a moment.

"Sister, this is for you."

The little girl thrust a folding umbrella into Mo Shangyun's hand, along with a lollipop.

There were two more things in her hand, which made Mo Shangyun stunned for a while. This pure and clean kindness from a child made her a little confused between reality and fiction.

Mo Shangyun stood up and sat up from the chair.

She raised her hand and touched her forehead. It felt a little hot, as if she had a fever.

"Sister, go home early."

The little girl said something to Mo Shangyun, then turned around and ran away.

Her legs are very short and her steps are small, but she runs very lightly, and the clattering footsteps have a different flavor amidst the patter of rain.

Mo Shangjun raised his eyes and looked at the little girl's back.

Then, I saw a young woman standing about twenty meters away, holding an umbrella to greet the little girl who ran past.
To be continued...