At nine, Tang Shi was sent downstairs by Ji Zhou to the dormitory.

Tang Shi lowered his head slightly, absent-mindedly.

Since Ji Zhou was said to have found it, they haven't stayed in the library for long. In the only time left, Ji Zhou has been playing with his mobile phone, and seems to be chatting with Shang Ru.

After the chat, I said straight tonight, and then sent her back very gentlemanly.

In gS9, it was safe to lie down on the side of the road at midnight, and the inspector kindly sent you back to the base, but Ji Zhou has always maintained the habit of sending her back to the dormitory building. Gentleman.

However, when Ji Zhou sent a message, the smile on the corner of his lips made Tang Shi long unforgettable and lingering in his mind.

What are you talking about? So happy.

"Don't say goodbye?"

Ji Zhou's voice awakened Tang Shi from his thoughts.

She stopped and looked up, and found that she was about to enter the dormitory building. She turned around and found that she was stopped at a distance of three meters away. She was suddenly calm, and ran back quickly, stopping in front of Ji Zhou.

"Sorry, I'm thinking about things going. Mr. Ji bye." Tang Shi said quickly.

There was a bit of burning on his face, Tang Shi pressed his lips lightly, paused, and thanked Ji Zhou quietly, "Thank you Mr. Ji."

Standing in the moonlight, Ji Zhou stood upright, with a faint smile on his lips and a soft voice, "It's time to thank."

The Tang poem, which was a pragmatic one, was stunned.

She raised her head in vain, and the watery apricot's eyes widened slightly, as the water moonlight plated a layer of light in her eyes.

Her surprise was so obvious that Ji Zhou bowed her head and smiled a little, and asked, "Aren't you talking about it casually?"

"..."

Tang Shi quickly shook his head.

How dare you nod...

After a short pause, Tang Shi turned his mind and asked carefully: "Mr. Ji. How should I repay you?"

"You ask me?"

Ji Zhou smiled, his eyebrows contaminated with a little jokes, adding a little vividness to the usual calm and gentle appearance.

Xu Shi is too beautiful in moonlight, and has excellent temperament in front of him. The picture is very exciting, and Tang Shi looked dumbfounded.

For a while, I couldn't answer Ji Zhou's question.

Looking at her with a smile, Ji Zhou asked: "Aren't your women's team making mooncakes by hand?"

"Ah..." Tang Shi blinked and suddenly said, "What flavor does Mr. Ji like?"

Ji Zhou paused and said, "I don't pick."

"I know."

Exhaling breath, Tang Shi's eyes were sure, and the tone had some guarantee.

Ji Zhou said: "Go upstairs."

"Okay." Tang Shi nodded and turned around, then she looked sideways at Ji Zhou, her bright eyes moved, and said lightly, "Mr. Ji goodbye."

In the shallow light of Rou Shui, the figure of Tang Shi stepping away undulated in his field of vision.

Ji Zhou smiled.

...

Tang Shi ran all the way to the stairs, and when he was about to reach the corner, he could not help hearing a sound--

"Mr. Ji, good evening, and send our family back again?"

Liang Zhiqiong's happy and cheerful voice broke through the air.

A heart that was so guilty that it was so guilty that it sounded like a sudden stop, and the next moment, it began to beat more unruly, not chaotically.

At the moment of turning, Tang Shi subconsciously stopped and quickly glanced out of the building.

When she saw Liang Zhiqiong flying, she waved her hand over Chao Jizhou, smiling broadly and brilliantly.

Ji Zhou smiled and nodded at her.

Suddenly, without any warning, Ji Zhou glanced towards this side.

He stood in the distance, his face hidden in the dark when he turned his head, he could not clearly see his eyes and expression, but at that short moment, Tang Shi seemed to be in line with his eyes, and his beating heart was missing. Shoot.

She didn't dare to stay, tightened the notebook in her arms, quickly stepped on the steps, and ran away.

*

"Yo!"

Liang Zhiqiong pushed open the door, but did not come in directly, but leaned out his head.

Tang Shi, who was rushing to organize her desktop, was taken aback.

"What about ghosts?"

Ding Jing walked through the corridor and slapped Liang Zhiqiong on the back with a slap. Sheng Sheng photographed Liang Zhiqiong into the dormitory.

"Ah, broken, broken waist..." Liang Zhiqiong exclaimed.

"How about touching porcelain? I shot your back." Ding Jing couldn't compliment her on her IQ.

Liang Zhiqiong immediately changed his tone, "Ah, back off--"

Ding Jing stood at the door and raised an eyebrow at her, "I'll find Mo Shangyun to fix it for you?"

"OK OK."

Liang Zhiqiong immediately straightened his waist, and converged all the acts of acting as an elite.

"Virtue."

Ding Jing lost her eyes and walked into the dormitory next door.

Glancing at her, Liang Zhiqiong hurriedly closed the door.

Seeing the interaction between them, Tang Shi couldn't help laughing, and the confusion and throbbing in his heart also subsided.

"Why don't you always think about it and always recruit her?"

Tang Shi sat sideways, his arm resting on the back of his chair, his chin resting on his arm, and asked Liang Zhiqiong funny.

"Fun," Liang Zhiqiong raised his chin and said proudly, "I'm happy to support her."

Tang Shi stretched out his fingers and seemed to calculate her seriously. "But you failed nine times out of ten..."

"Don't dismantle the stage!"

Liang Zhiqiong stomped on his feet.

Tang Shi laughed, looking very happy.

"Come here, let's do a big action tonight--"

Liang Zhiqiong walked towards the wardrobe.

"what?"

As soon as Tang Shi finished asking questions, he saw Liang Zhiqiong moving a box out of the closet...mask.

That is really a box.

In order to save space, all packaging boxes were dismantled. Like purchasing, all kinds of facial masks are packed in a box.

"Before that small exercise begins, our task is-a mask every day!" Liang Zhiqiong put the box on the table, and then rolled his sleeves like a big battle, "If it weren't for that little cookie, I don’t even know that I have hoarded so many masks!"

Tang Shi blinked in surprise, "This, too much?"

"Not many," Liang Zhiqiong took a large amount of facial mask, put it on her table, and raised her hand to touch Tang Shi's face. "Look at this face, beautiful! Look at this skin... Hey, how is your skin?" so good?"

I wiped it, but I couldn't hold it back, and wiped it again.

In order to avoid her, Tang Shi almost didn't drop the chair.

Tang Shi said: "I usually take care of it when I am free."

After all, it’s a girl, and you need some maintenance.

The women's second team are one by one, born beautiful, and live relatively rough...like Mo Shangyun, Bai Lizhao, they never touch skin care products and cosmetics, but they can't bear the skin, they can be kept for two days in the sun. restore.

However, Tang poetry belongs to the normal category, so I usually pay attention to it.

"That's it," Liang Zhiqiong nodded, and then waved his hand, "I think about it, our women's second team, on appearance, body, temperament, which is not worse than that little cookie?! "

"Zhi Qiong."

Tang Shi called her seriously.

"Yeah?"

"We will paint." Tang Shi said, paused, and added, "And just two colors."

It is impossible to draw a flower.

Liang Zhiqiong: "..." Excited one night, suddenly fell to the bottom.

It's no use coaxing her.

Liang Zhiqiong fell into his chair in frustration.

Seeing her hit hard, Tang Shi suggested: "You can go to the hospital in casual clothes next time."

"One or two people, is it comparable to the shock our team gave?!" Liang Zhiqiong gritted his teeth. "There are so many beautiful people in our team. I won't feel comfortable without showing her."

Tang Shi: "..." It's good, she doesn't understand this brain circuit very well.

"Having said that, what is the situation between you and Mr. Ji?" Liang Zhiqiong suddenly changed the subject in order to relieve his annoyed mood. "Sent to the downstairs every day, it's tired and crooked together, even if there is no relationship, Tired of crooked feelings?"

Liang Zhiqiong speaks straight.

This has never changed.

Fortunately, Tang poetry is also used to it.

After a pause, Tang Shidao said: "I don't know."

She seemed to be able to feel something, but she dared not rush through the window paper again.

Every time she thinks about it, she will inevitably think of Ji Zhou's fiancee who can only exist in the words of others.

It is said that they are very affectionate.

It is said that they are getting married.

When she loses her most emotionally, Mr. Ji will remember her forever.

Tang Shi thinks that he is not a very cautious person, and he will fight for what he wants. But when she thinks of the heroine who died young, she is in a state of panic, as if she is in danger, stealing should belong to someone else. everything of.

Perhaps, if the girl was not a soldier, she would feel better.

But the opponent is not only a soldier, but also a martyr...

She dared not to act rashly.

Liang Zhiqiong pouted, knowing he could not ask anything, he shrugged and said, "Anyway, I think Mr. Ji is very special to you. It's not that you will have other people. Mr. Ji can't fight a dead person for a lifetime. The bachelor?"

"..."

Tang Shi lowered his head and said nothing.

After a few seconds, Liang Zhiqiong said: "We will remember the old people, but this does not mean that life will stop."

Tang Shi looked at Liang Zhiqiong in surprise.

"What?" Liang Zhiqiong asked wonderingly.

"This..." Tang Shi didn't know how to express his surprise.

"Mo Shangjun said." Liang Zhiqiong said frankly.

"..."

Oh.

The style of painting suddenly became normal.

*

There is a tank model on the table.

Ding Jing looked at it, and Mo Shangyun also looked at it.

Halfway, the eyes of the two of them drifted, and then at an appropriate time, they met.

This look is like... friendship.

"When did you hook up with Si Sheng?"

Standing up, Mo Shangyun patted the corner of his clothes, and said a little weirdly.

"Don't you give me a bracelet?" Ding Jingdao said, "I also secretly worshipped you for a while, but later you said you got it from your little sister."

"Ok."

"Don't you see Si Sheng last time? I had a good chat with her, so I asked for her contact information."

"Ok."

She knows all this.

After a pause, Mo Shangyun was careless, "Then you asked her for a tank model again?"

Ding Jing was irritable, "Bah! Labor and management thanked her!"

Mo Shangyun was shocked. "You go to her and thank you, but you want a tank model?"

"...It's a long story."

Ding Jing picked up the model on the table and couldn't put it down.

The model is not large. It is made by hand and made of wood. It is very textured.

This is one of the few best gifts Ding Jing received.

Ding Jing's affection for Si Sheng, rubbing up. At this time, even if Si Sheng said that she wanted the stars in the sky, she could pick them silly.

"Long story short."

"I asked her if she wanted anything. She said no."

"..."

Ding Jing's trick is slipping.

After all, normal people don't say'yes'.

Scratching his nose, Ding Jing said: "Isn't that Xiao Chuyun like wood carving? When I'm free in front of me, I went to him to learn."

"Can he teach you?" Mo Shangyun was startled again.

"I said I would take good care of Yu Yitong."

"..."

Xiao Chuyun could believe that Ding Jing's words were probably blinded by love.

After all, Yu Yitong, who followed Ding Jinghan, owed her dozens of laps a few hours ago.

"I was thinking about it. Isn't this a good one? I said to send Si Sheng a woodcarving. Later, I showed her what I had done before. She said that if I wanted to do it, just do it. I am a tank model." Speaking of this, Ding Jing looked down at her model again and exclaimed, "Unexpectedly, your little sister is really clever."

"..."

From this perspective, Si Sheng is indeed a "smart hand".

After all, the person who is also keen on "doing big things", she doesn't look at the general tips at all.

For example, cooking, she thinks thieves are a waste of time, no nutrition skills.

For the new gift of Si Sheng, Ding Jing decided not only to learn English well during the break, but also to find time to learn woodcarving skills.

Mo Shangyun saw that she was ashamed and did not have the heart to hit her—Si Sheng's family really lacked this stuff.

Forget it, let her do it.

Anyway, she and Cen Yuanxian were fine, and she likes to force Si Sheng to send braille or something.

...

The next day, Mo Shangyun did not go to the hospital to see Yan Tianxing.

As soon as Monday arrives, it is inevitable to get busy.

The team is going to have a meeting, the purchase of moon cakes for the Mid-Autumn Festival, the team’s various achievements are in place, and the docking with the armored infantry battalion exercises...

Mo Shangyun thinks that she is very concerned about Yan Tianxing, because in the few leisure time left, she will think of Yan Tianxing and will use every opportunity to send Yan Tianxing a few messages.

However, she still does not spend time and energy to spend an hour, just to see Yan Tianxing at the military hospital not far away.

Not necessary.

There are many things to deal with in life and work, there is no need to give yourself a touch of earth.

After all, even if she went to the mountains and waded to find Yan Tianxing, who might survive, she now recalled that she didn't think it was a touching thing.

She has become accustomed to too many thrilling experiences.

In the evening, Mo Shangyun was idle for a while. While there was no signal shielding during non-working hours, she took out her mobile phone and planned to chat with Yan Tianxing.

As a result, the phone's screen rang, and the landline phone rang.

She glanced at the phone number-it came from Yan Tianxing's cell phone.

"Yan team."

When picking up the receiver, Mo Shangyun's tone was quite serious.

Landline telephones, unlike private telephones, represent the difference between official and private affairs, and their attitudes are naturally different.

"Ink team."

Yan Tianxing also called her in coordination.

This opening remark sounds official and formal, but I feel uncomfortable listening to it.

Mo Shangyun raised his hand to touch his left ear, and asked uncomfortably, "What's the matter?"

"I want to talk to you about the Mid-Autumn Festival activities." Yan Tianxing's tone was much more relaxed, with a faint smile, obviously also aware of the embarrassment in the formal meaning.

He wanted to call Mo Shangjun's mobile phone, but Mo Shangyun should mute the mobile phone, and no one answered, so he chose to call her landline.

After all, what he wants to say can also be regarded as a "business".

Mo Shangyun froze for a moment, slightly frowning, "Isn't it almost the same?"

She remembered that the process should be gone.

"Slightly changed."

"What?" Mo Shangyun asked.

"There is one person on the list." Yan Tianxing said.

"Ok?"

"Your old classmate, Shang Ru." Yan Tianxing's voice was slow, and the words were authentic.

"..."

Mo Shangyun didn't know if he thought too much, but he immediately made up for a scene where Shang Ru dressed in fancy dress knocking on the door of Yan Tianxing's ward.

However, the direction of her brain supplement is a bit skewed...

After all, it was not Shang Ru who knocked on the door, but Duan Zimu.

"Here," Mo Shangyun paused, striking a hypocritical heart, knocking on the table, and euphemistically, "Not right?"

Yan Tianxing said: "Since it is your old classmate, there is nothing inappropriate."

"Row."

Mo Shangyun narrowed his eyes, then cut off the phone directly.

The next moment, she picked up the mobile phone on the table and simply dialed Yan Tianxing's phone.

When the phone rang, it was answered quickly.

However, without waiting for Yan Tianxing to speak, Mo Shangyun put it down directly, "You better give me a suitable reason, otherwise I can run to the hospital and break your leg."