The sound of fingers tapping on the keyboard is rattling, crisp and loud, giving a strong sense of rhythm.

The sound of rain falling outside, pulsating, intensive ticking, the mood can be calm and soothing.

Mo Shangyun didn't hate rain, gusty or rainy, or pour drizzle. Some people felt wet and uncomfortable. There was a lot of moisture everywhere, even with a mood of gloom, so he was extremely disgusted.

But Mo Shangyun never resented it. When not busy, she especially likes to listen to the rain, sometimes violent, sometimes calm, unpredictable, and changeable. This is the sound given by nature, with the most familiar rhythm in memory. Years and years, environment, place, relatives, positions, mood... everything is changing, but the sound can be heard no matter where you live, no geographical restrictions.

She also prefers the rain to clear weather, the washed ground is exceptionally clean, the moist air has a fresh smell, and you can see rainbows when you are lucky.

This was what she realized a long time ago.

Gradually, because there were so many things in life, I was too busy to be busy, so I didn't even bother to listen to the sound of a rain.

The natural environment seems to be integrated into life, and has never affected anything, so it has long been used to numbness.

But, rare, Mo Yun's thoughts tonight were gradually attracted by the sound of rain.

The office is too quiet, so any noise is particularly clear.

There was a continuous rain outside, and the keyboard on the opposite beat.

After writing two pages of paper, when Mo Shangyun turned to the third page, his brain suddenly broke off, writing two words along the previous sentence, holding the pen, and then stroking it off with the tip of the pen.

I don't know what to write.

After a few seconds of pause, Mo Shangyun raised his eyelids, and his eyes fell on Yan Tianxing, who was opposite him.

He is working.

His slender and beautiful fingers work on the keyboard, and I don’t know what he is typing. His attention is on the computer screen, so there are very few mistakes, there is no need to click the delete button, so the rhythm has been very stable, slow and easy, as easy as his The character can always easily control everything in his hands, and he has never seen him make mistakes.

The soft light of the incandescent lamp sprinkled on him. The original sharp and deep outline of the eyebrows was soft and soft. The focused and serious look made him more attractive. There was no wanton evil spirit on the training ground, and there was no such straight shot. Xin Tian's violent impact, but when he sat down to work, he had a different kind of charm, mature and steady. That kind of force would slowly surround the apex of the heart, leaving an endless emotional touch.

The air conditioner was working, and the warm air was blowing from the oblique side. Yan Tianxing was wearing a short sleeve. The sleeve was gently swayed, revealing two arms, strong and strong, and clearly visible muscle lines.

It is also strange that Yan Tianxing does not always maintain physical fitness and exercise regularly, but Yan Tianxing can always maintain physical fitness at the most stable time.

"What's going on?"

As Yan Tianxing asked slowly, the sound of typing on the keyboard stopped abruptly.

Mo Shangyun recovered, and his eyes suddenly slammed into Yan Tianxing's eyes, full of smiles, shallow, inattentive, as if falling into it, deep in a deep lake, calm and calm, but with a strong Appeal.

Mo Shangyun said: "Look at you."

There was no hesitation, and it was straightforward.

To her frankness, Yan Tianxing was a little stunned for a while, and immediately smiled and asked, "Done writing?"

"No." Mo Shangyun said truthfully, "I'm not familiar with writing a review."

She has been a good student since she was a child, and she has been very successful all the time. Even if she made small mistakes occasionally, her teachers and parents turned a blind eye, so she did not write a few reviews.

Really unfamiliar.

However, in her calm attitude, Yan Tianxing clearly saw a cheeky taste.

She was afraid that she had forgotten about the camp.

That's not right either. Her reviews all contain fraudulent elements.

Yan Tianxing said thoughtfully: "If you write more, you will be familiar."

Mo Shangyun: "..."

She doesn't like "cooked" at all.

With his hand against his chin, Mo Shangjun's attention returned to the review. When he woke his eyebrows to think, the right hand grabbed the signature pen, and his fingers moved unconsciously, so that the signature pen turned rapidly with her movements.

Yan Tianxing, who wanted to continue writing the report, saw Mo Shangyun, who was frowning and contemplating. For no reason, her eyes were caught invisibly, and she could not move away for a while.

Her hair was almost dry, because it had just been washed, there was no sweat and dust, the hair was very clean, and some broken hair fell down, covering her small cheeks and full forehead, and the eyes were half drooping, because I was thinking about how to write , The expression is completely boring and bored.

The loose and large size training suit was put on her, and the cool and arrogant body was usually covered up, only her petite figure, and her every move was inexplicably cute. At the moment, she seemed to be a little girl trapped by her work.

Yan Tianxing couldn't help but wonder whether Mo Shangyun, who was called perverted existence, was sometimes stumped by the problem in his recent student days. However, when being troubled, occasionally, will there also be such a small distressed expression, a tilted head, a frown, a lip, and then in the eyes of the flame of concentration, with the imagination of the need to break the problem determination.

After thinking for a few minutes, Mo Shangyun was afraid that he had sorted out his thoughts, and there was a little more fighting spirit in his eyes. The fast-moving signature pen snapped in her finger movements and instantly stopped, she began to write a review.

When doing one thing wholeheartedly, Mo Shangyun will appear to be very attentive, and all the movements around her have nothing to do with her.

Even Yan Tianxing got up and poured her a glass of hot water again. She never had a gap, and she didn't even lift her head.

-This phenomenon is rare.

Because Mo Shangjun has always been vigilant about everything around him, there are very few times when he can completely let go of his vigilance and do something.

In an instant, she had finished writing the third page.

Seeing the smoothness of her writing, Yan Tianxing did not disturb her. She sat back in front of the computer and continued to write the unfinished report.

Time passed in the night.

In the office building, the lights went out one by one. I don't know when to get up, only the one in the team captain's office was on.

During the routine inspection, the inspector saw the light here, and just glanced at it before passing by, as if he were accustomed to this state of affairs.

As the captain of the first team, Yan Tianxing was always busy until late at night.

What is the position and responsibility?

*

At the end of the pen, Mo Shangyun only felt comfortable.

The review of five thousand words was completed in a single breath after a few minutes of pause in the middle.

She initially estimated that the number of words should have exceeded several hundred.

But it does not matter, it should be given to Yan Tianxing.

Hearing the sound of the buckle on the pen cover, Yan Tianxing looked away from the computer screen, then looked at Mo Shangyun with a smile, and asked, "Okay?"

"Ok."

Mo Shangyun nodded.

The signature pen turned around in her hand, and then with her tossing motion, the signature pen turned into an arc and fell into the pen barrel accurately.

The sound of "tapping" followed by the crisp sound of the collision of the pen and the pen, but it was calm after only two seconds.

Ink raised Yun's eyebrows, her eyebrows smeared with triumph, she integrated all the paper, and then handed Yan Tianxing her hands.

It has to be said that although Mo Shangyun is the servant, the upbringing in the bones can be seen everywhere.

"Please look around."

Yan Tianxing took over the stack of paper.

After suspending his work, Yan Tianxing began to browse the review book written by Mo Shangjun.

Five thousand words, dense and dense, the stroke has her random arrogance, but the handwriting is neat and beautiful, the layout is also just right, and it looks very smooth.

The review still has the style of "inking on ink". I just pretend to admit mistakes, make a profound review of my behavior, and then make a standard plan for my future behavior. However, after a good attitude, the strokes are changed. Metaphorically, it is worthy of affirmation to express part of her behavior in a crooked manner. Although the expression is stereotyped, it also reveals the stubbornness of "inking on ink".

Even in this review, she has to find ways for herself.

Yan Tianxing felt that writing 5000 words was still cheap for her.

Ten minutes after reading her review, it was just past three in the morning.

Yan Tianxing put the review down, and just wanted to comment a few words, I saw Mo Shangyun leaning back on the back of the chair with his eyes closed and even his mind — even a sleepy gesture.

Yan Tianxing asked softly, "Sleepy?"

"A bit."

Eyelid lifted, Mo Shangjun answered.

In special circumstances, the body is a bit overwhelmed and is particularly prone to sleepiness.

After answering, Mo Shangyun immediately asked: "Has it passed the test?"

"Ok."

"Is there anything else?"

Mo Shangyun is now very concerned about the beds in the "Tian Zi No. 1" room in the dormitory.

Looking away from her, Yan Tianxing looked at her behind and said, "Go to bed on the sofa first, and take you back later."

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