Liang Zhiqiong hugged Mo Shangyun tightly and muttered in his mouth: "I have a nightmare."

"What's wrong?" Mo Shangyun asked, and then reminded, "I have water on me."

Liang Zhiqiong's body was hot, and her finger touched her forehead, which was scary.

high fever.

She was burned and confused, crying because of nightmares and tears on her face, she whispered: "I dream of Yu Qiu--"

Before he finished, Liang Zhiqiong stopped again.

She dare not speak up.

Obviously do not believe these, but still feel taboo.

However, even if she didn't make it clear, Mo Shangyun could guess.

I heard that Peng Yuqiu was one of those transferred.

For the first time, Liang Zhiqiong saw Peng Yuqiu going out for a mission. He was worried that it was inevitable, and it was understandable to have nightmares.

"Go in and say."

Without caring about this reckless behavior with her, Mo Shangyun broke her free, and then closed the door, taking off her wet raincoat.

Liang Zhiqiong stepped on the ground barely, and he was crumbling because of sleepiness and fever, and his standing was unstable.

Mo Shangyun dragged Ding Jing's chair out and helped Liang Zhiqiong to sit up. She thought she would collapse like a bone as soon as she got into the chair. The whole person crawled to Ding Jing's desk.

Liang Zhiqiong choked twice, a tear in the back of his hand, and then said: "The head hurts."

Going to his desk, Mo Shangjun crouched down, pulled open the small cabinet door under the drawer, found a box, and searched for cold medicine by the faint light.

She asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Ding Jing is not here, um,...I'm looking for you...sleeping together..." Liang Zhiqiong said intermittently.

I couldn't even speak.

Mo Shangjun rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, then poured a glass of water and came over, forcibly feeding the medicine to Liang Zhiqiong.

Liang Zhiqiong was so confused that he couldn't tell whether it was a reality or a dream. Occasionally he was nagging with a headache and occasionally weeping silently, tossing ink on Yun for a while.

After waiting for Liang Zhiqiong to take the medicine, Mo Shangyun started coaxing Liang Zhiqiong to go to bed.

It's this time, and she will not rush Liang Zhiqiong back. Since she wants to sleep with herself, then she can't help her.

If Liang Zhiqiong is awake, Mo Shangjun will probably throw Liang Zhiqiong up, but now Liang Zhiqiong is a bit ruthless to throw in bed, so Mo Shangjun coaxed Liang Zhiqiong to climb into the bed himself.

It’s useless to tell her for ten minutes, anyway, I just don’t understand. Sometimes I wake up and describe the content of nightmare with Mo Shangjun. Finally, I was shocked by the phrase “This is an order” by Mo Shangjun. Liang Zhiqiong closed Buzzing up, I climbed up.

It's time for this, and she has to share the bed with ink on it and lie down.

Standing in the thunder and lightning, Mo Shangyun sighed before going to the balcony to wash.

The rain outside hasn't improved, and Mo Shangjun finished standing on the balcony for a while, before returning to the dormitory.

After taking the medicine and tossing it over, Liang Zhiqiong lay a lot in the bed.

Soon, Mo Shangyun also climbed into bed.

Seeing that Liang Zhiqiong closed his eyes, he seemed to be asleep. Mo Shangyun wanted to sleep in Ding Jing's bed, but as soon as he went up, he heard Liang Zhiqiong whispering her name in her dream.

After thinking about it, Mo Shangyun returned to his bed and lay down beside Liang Zhiqiong.

Soon, Liang Zhiqiong wrapped up naturally, and her hot forehead rested on Jun Yun's shoulder, and soon her clothes were wet with tears.

Liang Zhiqiong whispered softly, "Mo Jun, I am so worried about him."

"Ok."

"I dreamt." Liang Zhiqiong continued, "Heavy machine guns. They showed us the video during the assessment. The whole hand flew in one shot, and the body was dismembered and split."

"..."

Mo Shangyun suddenly became silent.

She made similar videos herself.

When I was making a video, I still felt that it was a little far away from myself. Although I would think about it for a long time after watching it and finishing it, the shock of the video alone is enough to make people feel awe of war and life.

At that time she was thinking, what really happened to the living people?

Now she was thinking, what if it happened to someone she knew?

shudder.

Holding her Liang Zhiqiong nagging, she could obviously feel that Liang Zhiqiong did not dare to sleep, afraid that it would be the same nightmare to fall asleep, but because of her physical exhaustion, she was exhausted, so she spoke intermittently.

I don't know how long she said.

Mo Shangyun occasionally echoed her a few words, and finally, driven by sleepiness and drunkenness, she fell asleep unconsciously.

At dawn, Mo Shangyun was awakened by a thunder.

Almost at the moment when the thunder sounded, she suddenly woke up completely, but after the thunder, the sound of rain outside, the tranquility of the dormitory, and Liang Zhiqiong's breath all gave Mo Shangyun a dream. feel.

When he closed his eyes again, Mo Shangyun realized that he could not sleep.

Liang Zhiqiong didn't know when to sleep, but now she was sleeping peacefully. She tried the temperature of Liang Zhiqiong's forehead with her hand, which was much better than before.

Mo Shangyun opened his eyes, thinking about some miscellaneous things, and waited until the moment when the wake-up whistle sounded.

Hearing the sound, Liang Zhiqiong sat up from the bed confusedly, but found that his limbs were weak and could not lift his body.

"You have a fever, go to sleep." Mo Shangjun put on his clothes while talking with Liang Zhiqiong. "I will give you a half-day vacation."

Liang Zhiqiong froze for a moment, then tried to open his eyes, raised his hands to fumble for his clothes, and stubbornly said: "I want to train."

She is still the bottom of the second team.

Don't be lazy.

Mo Shangyun glanced at her, hesitated, and finally said nothing else, leaving her to choose.

The troops are not a hotbed, especially in the special forces. All progress made through hard work and hard work is responsible for themselves.

When she was dressed, Liang Zhiqiong found that Mo Shangyun had got out of bed and put on shoes. She lay on the bed rail and asked Mo Shangyun: "Mo Shangyun, did you take care of me last night?"

She gave her a slanted look, and Mo Shangyun continued to tie her shoelaces and asked coolly, "Does it count to throw you into bed?"

"..."

Liang Zhiqiong said nothing.

She can't remember that much.

But she remembered that Mo Shangjun fed her medicine and covered her quilt, and patiently responded to her when she said a lot...

Forget it, this awkward person.

Suddenly, Liang Zhiqiong asked, "Have their mission ended?"

Mo Shangyun said: "I don't know."

Licking her lips nervously, Liang Zhiqiong raised his hand against his beating chest and asked, "Are you going to train later, or do you do something?"

"office."

Mo Shangyun dropped the answer and got up to the balcony.

Because he was busy gathering, Liang Zhiqiong was already slow now, so he quickly put on his clothes, shoes and socks and went out. He had no time to rush to Mo Shangyun when he went out.

But Mo Shangyun didn't need to hurry, gargle and wash his face slowly.

She usually just washed her face indiscriminately. On the washstand, she saw that Ding Jing had brought her a face that had not been used very much.

After washing the face refreshingly and wiping it with a towel, Mo Shangyun looked up and saw the mirror's own face.

She rarely looks in the mirror.

She remembered what she looked like, but when she suddenly saw herself in the mirror, she felt a sense of trance for no reason.

She saw that the 23-year-old self had a slight change compared to the 21-year-old self. There were no changes in the facial features. There was less childishness, and the outline became more three-dimensional.

A little tired after staying up late, and there is no particularly obvious trace.

This subtle change seems to be a sign of a process towards maturity.

Putting the towel back in place, Mo Shangyun sorted out the dormitory again, and walked out with the raincoat on.

When she went downstairs, both women's teams had already started their morning exercises, and it looked the same as before. The rain hasn't stopped, the fresh air is still mixed with the smell of moisture, and he breathes into the lungs, some choking.

Mo Shangyun wore a raincoat and paced to the office building.

She was standing under the grey sky, the rain was wanton in the air, and she looked up, and the rain fell across the sky. The cool, let her squint unconsciously.

After standing loudly, she walked into the office building.

Nothing was encountered along the way, neither overtime nor guards.

She came to her office, the raincoat was thrown into the bucket at the door, and then she sat at the desk to deal with the rest of the affairs last night.

Occasionally, she would glance at the landline phone on the table, but from beginning to end, she heard no sound.

It was her cell phone in the drawer that rang in the end.

Mobile phones have been used frequently these days, and I often remember to charge them. When I was shaking in the drawer, I was still a little unresponsive.

After stopping her work, Mo Shangyun opened the drawer, and after seeing [Ding Jing]'s remarks, she picked it up and answered.

Then, she heard Ding Jing say: "Mo Shangyun, you listen to me..."