Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

At nine o'clock, after watching Mo Shangyun's assessment of all the soldiers in Erlian, he returned to the dormitory.

In the afternoon, the dormitory was cleaned up. There was no need to spend any more time. She lost her crutches, stepped on her slippers and went to the bathroom. After taking a bath and washing, she put the changed clothes in a bucket and planned to steal it. .

Stepped back to the dormitory with wet slippers and looked at the watch again, it was only half past nine.

After a day of tossing, Mo Shangyun wiped his hair at will, and then threw the towel on the desk, and then walked to his bed.

As soon as he sat down, the door of the dormitory was pushed open. Lin Qi, who was sweaty and soaked in his clothes, came in.

Mo Shangyun glanced at her.

The person who came back from the outside was more like a bath than her just after taking a bath. Her short hair was soaked with sweat, even wearing a training cap, and the training suit on her body. Similarly, it seems that the amount of training after returning to the company is no less than in the training camp.

There was a towel on his shoulder. When Lin Qi walked in, he wiped the sweat with the towel. After seeing Mo Shangyun, he subconsciously put the towel down.

"Commander Mo."

Lin Qi screamed Mo Shangyun stiffly.

There was no superfluous look, and after saying hello, he walked to his wardrobe, found a new set of training uniforms, and then walked to the balcony.

Time and time again, he was ignored by Mo Shangyun and was hit. Lin Qi, even though he had a good impression of Mo Shangyun, has now disappeared.

Mo Shangyun understood her very well, and quickly withdrew her gaze, lifted the quilt that was folded into tofu pieces, and then lay on the bed, closing her eyes and sleeping.

but--

"Do you know what Lou Xilu started?"

Lin Qi's voice appeared at the junction of the dormitory and balcony.

With one hand resting on the back of the head, Mo Shangyun heard the sound and slightly raised the corner of his eyes, "I don't know."

Lin Qi groaned for a while, and then don't remind her deeply, "Then you better understand."

Having finished speaking, without waiting for Mo Shangjun's response, he turned and walked to take a shower.

Mo Shangyun lowered her eyelids slightly contemplatively.

Calculating, Lin Qi is also Lou Xilu's school sister. She doesn't care about school matters, but Lin Qi definitely knows more than her.

But Lin Qi obviously didn't mean to tell her personally.

Thinking about it, Mo Shangyun closed his eyes and prepared to talk about everything tomorrow.

*

The next day.

Just after nine o'clock, the temperature gradually rose, the sun was dazzling, and the cicadas were singing.

On the training ground, the soldiers were sweating and shouting, and they were angry.

At the same time, in the company commander's office of Erlian.

Mo Shangyun carried the iced sour plum soup taken from the cooking class, sitting idle on the office chair, his expression was lazy, the coldness spreading outside the thermos cup, and gathered into thin water droplets, her fingers from the shell After crossing, the drops of water gathered immediately and the strands fell off.

She drank sour plum soup and a few drops of water dripped from under the cup and onto her training suit.

However, she did not care, but raised her hand and rubbed her left ear.

"Mo Fulian, you also say something!" The instructor angrily followed Mo Shangyun for help.

"what?"

Mo Shangyun raised his eyes as if he had recovered.

Seeing Mo Shangyun's appearance as a dangling lang, the instructor can only add fuel to the fire, and the fire is very strong at this time.

Lang Yan sat opposite, glanced at Mo Shangyun quite helplessly, and threw the signature pen to the table.

"Instructor, it is useless to call Mo Fulian. My position will not change." Lang Yan said firmly, his expression a little more serious.

"I said you..." The instructor shot the table and excitedly said, "What happened to the mobilization of thinking?! People have been involved in one and three consecutive times. You see, it's a hot day, the training is so serious, so hard, one sentence No complaints!"

"That's their business. I don't agree with this kind of meaningless ideological work in my company." Lang Yan looked solemn and his position was very firm.

"Why don't you listen?" The instructor flushed anxiously. "What's wrong with preparing the soldiers for combat? It's meaningless for everything to be in actual combat. Commander Lang, you and you are the total If you think of some of them, people are engaged in thinking and mobilization, and there is no negative effect? ​​Have you mobilized the enthusiasm of the soldiers to train? It is also a good thing to have the spirit of always fighting! Otherwise, just let them train, what use is it? ?"

The instructor's voice grew louder, and Mo Shangyun could not help but touch his ear again.

Gee.

It was an hour and a half from eight o'clock to nine thirty, and an hour and a half later. When I got back from the cooking class, I saw the instructor and Lang Yan about "whether to mobilize the ideology of the soldiers to fight every time according to the recent border invasion." Dispute, there is still no result.

This day is not boring at all.

"Can't fight," Lang Yan said. "And, it's not their turn to get them to battle."

"It doesn't matter what you can't get, what you can't fight!" The instructor emphasized, "What is important is attitude! The ideology and attitude of the soldiers! You don't want your soldiers to stand back on the battlefield, right?" "

Lang Yan twitched his eyebrows and stood up from the chair. He raised his instructor's head halfway. He stared at the instructor's eyes and emphasized with unshakable strength: "My soldiers are not afraid of war, but you can't let them fill their heads. It's all war!"

"You you you..." the instructor was angry.

As soon as he took a breath, he heard the movement from behind, and the instructor turned his head and saw Mo Shangyun standing up, so he couldn't help but ask, "Instructor Mo, where are you going?"

Mo Shangjun put the empty thermos on the table and replied casually: "I heard that the cooking class wants to study several new dishes. I'll take a look."

"Don't hurry," the instructor hurriedly stopped him. "You talk to him. You are not afraid that war is full of war. This is the difference!"

By-passing the instructor's block flexibly, Mo Shangyun blinked with a cane and came near the door. He paused and looked back at the two. She touched her nose. "This is hard to say."

The instructor was badly angry.

After staring at the instructor for a few glances, Mo Shangyun shook his head slightly and expressed his opinion seriously, "It's hard to say."

After finishing speaking, stepped out of the office door.

"Hey--"

The instructor wanted to call her out loudly, but Mo Shangyun disappeared to the door very ruthlessly without even yelling.

At this time, the instructor was so breathless that he couldn't breathe.

How could a company commander and a deputy company commander look like this? !

Especially this Mo Fulian... After going out for four or five months, since I came back, I obviously felt that my attitude became more casual! I don’t know if it was punished by the battalion commander!

This broken thing... yo!

The instructor felt suffocated with heartache.

With such a cold scene in Jingshangjun, Lang Yan took a deep breath and calmed down. He stared at the instructor with a deep gaze, "Instructor, put aside the thought mobilization in advance, and immediately arrive at the Jianjun Festival. Thing."

After being reminded by Lang Yan, the instructor thought for a while, and then said: "I will wait until the end of the Army Building Festival."

Anyway, tomorrow is the Army Day.

After the instructor finished speaking, he could not wait to go out.

Looking at his hurried appearance, Lang Yan guessed that he was looking for Mo Shangyun. Although he could not guarantee that Mo Shangyun would stand on his side, it was also certain that Mo Shangyun was neutral, so Lang Yan did not pull. Live instructor.

Mo Shangjun walked faster than expected, a foot was injured, and the person who has not been able to wear shoes to date, leaned on a cane and let the instructor chase after legend, before catching up with the speed of Mo Shangyun .

"Mo Fulian!"

Seeing the back of ink on Jun, the instructor shouted loudly.

Mo Shangyun didn't hide him this time, but stopped as soon as he heard his cry.

The instructor didn't realize that Mo Shangyun didn't go to the cafeteria until he approached—if he was a little slower and heard Mo Shangyun go to the cooking class to find her, he would never see her 100%. people.

The instructor was so angry that he could not think about it. As a deputy company commander, how could he be so slick!

However, there was something to ask for, and the instructor could not be angry. He took a breath and showed a smiling face that was more ugly than crying.

Mo Shangyun saw a chill. She interrupted his embarrassing smile in time and asked directly, "Instructor, is there anything wrong?"

"Yes." The instructor withdrew his ugly smile and said to him, "You know the mobilization of thoughts, and Lang Yan refuses to agree, so I think..."

"I'm not standing by." Mo Shangyun said.

"It's not a question of making you stand side by side," the instructor said with a bitter face. "What is special about our second company? The first and third companies are held, is there anything wrong? Mo Fulian, I think you compare Deep understanding of justice, not as stubborn as Lang Yan's kid—"

"Instructor," Mo Shangyun glanced at him and smiled, "I dare not wear this high hat."

"Cough," cleared his throat, and the instructor no longer intended to say something that was against his heart, and said straightforwardly, "Lang Yan looked at the two speeches of the platoon leader and said that it was too empty. Stalemate with me, so I want to try another person."

"..."

Mo Shangyun secretly slandered in his heart: Lang Yan clearly opposed and stalemate from the beginning. In the instructor's mouth, Lang Yan became stalemate after Lou Xilu's speech. It is also cunning enough to avoid the weight.

"Mo Fulian, look at you, so you will say..." The instructor's high hat was put on Mo Shangyun's head again.

Mo Shangyun looked at him with a smile, "You are an instructor, better than I can say."

"I'm not talking, nobody listens!" The instructor was helpless.

"This matter, company commander Lang has to agree."

"You can rest assured that Lang Yan believes you the most. As long as you agree to this speech, Lang Yan will definitely be relieved." The instructor said sincerely, and he beat the chest to guarantee.

Mo Shangyun stared at him for a while, thinking that the instructor was hard-working enough.

Shrugging, Mo Shangyun didn't say anything serious, but said: "If Commander Lang agreed, think about me again."

This is a question of reversing the order, which undoubtedly makes the instructor's persuasion work more difficult.

However, only this concession made the instructor satisfied, and he smiled, "OK. Where are you going, do you want me to find someone to take care of you?"

"..." Mo Shangyun glanced silently at his left foot and scolded the man thousands of times, but his face was sincere. "No, you are busy."

Seeing this, the instructor nodded, but did not turn around first, but watched Mo Shangyun leave.

When he watched Mo Shangyun go away with a heart, he realized abruptly--

"Mo Shangyun went in a row! 』

What does she do in a row?

The instructor thought about it unclearly.

*

As soon as he reached the base of a chain, Mo Shangyun saw some familiar faces.

She may not be able to say the names one by one, but those who are familiar with them basically know her.

Along the way, I heard a lot of greetings, one by one, saluting like a wooden pile, and playing the style of elite company to 10%.

When he met a series of soldiers who went to the training camp together, this man paid a salute to Moshangjun in a proper manner, and then dropped his platoon and ran towards Moshangjun with a smile.

"Mo Fulian, are you back? We miss you."

Looking at the posture, Mo Shangyun thought of Yangui. He subconsciously wanted to take the crutches and pay attention to keeping the distance, but thought that not everyone was like Yangui, so he didn't move.

Sure enough, the other party stopped peacefully at a distance of two meters.

"How about your company commander?" Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows.

"Stay in the office and say that we want to review the list of our company's programs." The man said with a grin, and then asked Mo Shangyun, "Yes, Vice President Mo, will you perform on stage during the Army Festival Gala? ?"

Mo Shangjun's hand rested on his cane and looked at him with a smile, "What do you say?"

The man shivered and raised his hand and scratched the back of his head. "Singing a song or something is still okay. Yan Gui said you sing, dance and play the piano, whatever. Our new Lou Xilu platoon leader is said to be Playing the piano at the party, you Lin Pai also want to sing. Our camp will be a girl, Mo Fulian, you will meet us and go to the last place."

"..."

Mo Shangyun looked at the person assimilated by Yan Gui in front of him silently, and there was a long list of people who heard it for a while.

"I heard that you even held a speech?" Mo Shangyun asked, shifting the topic by the way.

"Yeah, it was held by our newly-arranged platoon leader," the man nodded, and was immediately taken away by Mo Shangyun. "Just because you two haven't spoken yet? Mo Fulian is going to be in person yourself. ?"

"How did the soldiers respond?" Mo Shangjun continued to ignore his question.

"Very good," the man smiled with big white teeth. "We couldn't sleep excitedly that night."

"excitement?"

"Yes! What is devoted to the country, this is full of brains, it is reasonable."

Seeing his enthusiasm, Mo Shangyun frowned lightly.

Noting that Mo Shangyun had a poor look, the man asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, continue training," Mo Shangjun said lightly, watching the man turn around, and suddenly stopped him, reminding him one by one, "Yes, the soldiers I brought out must be taken care of. For this little life of your own, the country does not need you to die."

"……Oh."

The man blinked and blinked. He didn't come up with a reason for a long time, and nodded a little confusedly.

Mo Shangyun lowered his eyebrows and turned to walk to Chen Ke's office.

The man stared at her back for a while, then trot back to his line.

*

In the next five minutes, he was doubled by Mo Shangyun.

After a while, Mo Shangyun came to the door of Chen Ke's office.

This way, she specially watched the atmosphere of the next company. It was very good. Everyone was training intently and full of passion.

However, surprisingly she felt heavy.

This is just a job. It is a good thing to have ideals and beliefs. This job, like many other high-risk jobs, may lose its life and will be honored after sacrifice, but this does not mean that they need to sacrifice for this honor.

This job will bring them a lot of things, but it should never be death or even disability.

Even if I did not read Lou Xilu's speech, Mo Shangyun could understand how "successful" Lou Xilu's speech was, and how reasonable Lang Yan's concerns were.

One instructor was right.

Lang Yan should have determined to stand still with the instructor after reading the speech. He did his best to keep his soldiers to keep themselves and fight for themselves.

"Knock. Knock. Knock."

Mo Shangyun knocked on the office door.

"Who? Roll in."

Inside the door, Chen Ke's voice came.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and Mo Shangyun pushed the office door open.

Chen Ke raised his eyes and saw a cane sticking out of the door, knocking directly at the ground, thinking about a little rabbit with no long eyes, but looking up again, he saw Mo Shangjun, the little rabbit. Afterwards, his expression changed slightly, and he recalled the curse words one by one.

Watching Mo Shangyun limping into the door, Chen Kepi looked at her with a smile, "Mo Fulian, why are you free to come to my door?"

After looking away from the office and making sure that Chen Ke was alone, Mo Shangyun walked directly to Chen Ke's office, his voice lazy, "Just come back and say hello."

Seeing her inconvenience, Chen Ke suddenly felt better, so he asked again, "Really came to say hello?"

"By the way, ask your new platoon leader, Liu... Um," Mo Shangyun thought about it, and finally waved his hand casually, "It's the new platoon leader."

Chen Ke's face turned black, and corrected: "Her surname is Lou Xilu."

"it's the same."

Mo Shangyun responded with a smile, dragging the chair opposite Chen Ke's desk out of the way, and seated generously.

Chen Ke also saw this unconcealed performance. She didn't remember people's names at all, but deliberately found faults.

"Mo Fulian," with his hands and elbows on the desk table, Chen Ke stared at the young and calm face in front of him, "You are here to complain against the wicked, or do you want to apologize for what happened yesterday?" ?"