On the day of the commendation conference, Mo Shiwei got up early in the morning, because He Jingyi wanted to pick her up to the army before the meeting, so the time that the two said was quite early, but compared to the time when Mo Shiwei got up, it was still very late. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mo Shiwei washed his face, looked at himself carefully in the mirror, looked at his face and looked at his body, and then frowned slightly, he was raised like a princess and concubine during this time, why didn't he see any meat? Now this appearance is really much thinner than before the injury, but fortunately, the complexion is not bad.

After the lamentation ended, Mo Shiwei began to worry about what clothes he should wear again, and then when he saw the military uniform in the closet, he couldn't help but curse himself, it was not the first time to go to the barracks, why was he so in a hurry, he went to the barracks and didn't wear a military uniform, and he was actually struggling with what clothes to wear.

"Well, it's better to look in a military uniform," Mo Shiwei put on a military uniform, looked at himself in the mirror, put on a military hat, and nodded with satisfaction, "How handsome, heroic." ”

But......

"It's just a little thin."

Mo Shiwei tugged at the slightly loose belt, frowned and adjusted, then looked at the mirror and said to himself: "I can't help but look too weak, and the iron-clad military demeanor is gone." ”

When she finished going downstairs, Mo Jian and Fu Rong had already gotten up, and when they saw her going downstairs, Aunt Li hurriedly went to serve her breakfast.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you in a military uniform, and at first glance, it looks like a different person."

Fu Rong looked at the image, and Mo Shiwei, whose temperament was almost refreshed, sighed.

"Well, it's just that my hair is a little long," Mo Shiwei took off his hat and pulled at his hair casually, "find a time to cut it." ”

After a while, He Jingyi arrived, he was also wearing a military uniform, majestic, very eye-catching, Fu Rong was very satisfied when he saw it, the so-called Chenglong fast son-in-law, that's it.

"Uncle Mo, Aunt Fu."

He Jingyi greeted politely, with a humble smile on his face.

Mo Shiwei sat on the chair, tilted his head to look at He Jingyi, raised his eyebrows and smiled without speaking.

Fu Rong was as enthusiastic as ever about He Jingyi, but Mo Jian's attitude softened a lot, pulled the corners of her mouth, and nodded: "Coming?" ”

That's a big step forward.

Due to time constraints, He Jingyi declined Fu Rong's offer to let him eat something, and soon left with Mo Shiwei.

When driving to the troops, He Jingyi's gaze always swept over Mo Shiwei from time to time, and after ignoring it for a long time, Mo Shiwei finally couldn't help it, and said strangely: "What do you always see me doing?" ”

"Because it's pretty." He Jingyi replied without hesitation at all.

Mo Shiwei squinted at He Jingyi, he didn't know what to say, and secretly said that this guy was getting better and better at saying good things, and it was just easy to come by, and he really should let those who had always thought he was serious and cold take a good look at his face.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking," He Jingyi said with a smile, "Don't you allow me to tell the truth?" ”

"Captain He, do you know that you don't fit the image of the head of a regiment at all now?"

"And what do you think I should do?" He Jingyi glanced at Mo Shiwei, "Don't smile?" Or is it indifferent and cold? ”

As he spoke, He Jingyi couldn't help laughing, "It is true that the majesty of the image of the head of the regiment is good, but the head of the regiment can't always keep a straight face, there are always special times, for example, when facing his daughter-in-law." ”

Regarding that he was molested by He Jingyi again, Mo Shiwei was speechless and numb, so he snorted coldly: "Then I'm really scared." ”

Time passed quickly between the two conversations, and it wasn't long before the car drove into the troops.

Looking at the long-lost environment, Mo Shiwei let out a long sigh, in fact, it was not too long to leave the army, but so many things had happened, now look here, how can I feel emotional.

After getting out of the car, the two walked directly to the auditorium. Not many people know about Mo Shiwei coming to the meeting, in fact, only the political commissar knows, and of course, there is also Mo Cangyun.

So everyone was very surprised by her sudden appearance, they all knew that Mo Shiwei was seriously injured when he went out on a mission, and now he is recuperating at home, but he didn't expect to come suddenly today.

He Jingyi took Mo Shiwei straight to the front row, and then pointed out a position to her, the left side of the seat was the political commissar, and the right side was empty, so she knew that the empty seat must be He Jingyi's.

Mo Shiwei was under the pressure of "ten thousand people's attention" at this time, and she didn't dare to make a mistake in her every move, until she sat down, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, only she knew how nervous she was just now, she had not been in the army for so long, due to the reason for recuperating from her injuries, she basically couldn't move, and now she was watched by so many people, and even several big leaders of the military region were there, and she didn't know what the reason was, the soldiers of the 32nd Regiment paid attention to themselves, and the eyes of those leaders actually swept over her frequently, It made her weak and nervous, and she was afraid that something was wrong with her.

"I'm also experiencing the feeling of being in the spotlight today."

After sitting down, Mo Shiwei leaned his head to He Jingyi's side and sighed in a low voice.

"How does that feel?" He Jingyi said with a smile.

"It doesn't feel good," Mo Shiwei groaned, "You must know that I have been slack off for so long, and suddenly facing this kind of battle, it is still a very test of psychological quality." ”

"It turns out that you have a good mental quality." He Jingyi is a fan of the decline whenever he has the opportunity.

"Then you're because you don't know how nervous I am." Mo Shiwei said sneering.

"No matter what you think in your heart, as long as you perform well, anyway, everyone is looking at your performance, and no one will figure out your mental activities."

For He Jingyi's remarks, Mo Shiwei couldn't help it, and wanted to sneer and give him a knife, "Head He pointed out. ”

Since the conference had not yet begun, the atmosphere in the venue was not very serious, and although everyone sat motionless and straight, there were still people who talked to the people next to them.

For example, political commissars.

"Instructor, it looks like you're recovering well."

"Actually, I'm too slow," Mo Shi said with a smile and whispered, "and life is not very comfortable. ”

The political commissar laughed heavily when he heard this, and nodded in agreement, "That's right, so you have to be very careful in the future." ”

"yes, it will." Mo Shi smiled sincerely, knowing that the political commissar was genuinely concerned, and he was also happy in his heart.

And the battalion commanders sitting in the back were not very honest, and were quietly whispering, of course, about Mo Shiwei.

"Did you find it? Our instructor seems to have lost weight again. The second battalion commander retracted the gaze that fell on Mo Shiwei and whispered.

"Nonsense, can you not lose weight if you are so badly injured?" The commander of the first battalion said.

"Ahem, why do I always feel that there is a ...... between the instructor and the regiment leader? Well, that atmosphere seems a little weird, and it's not weird, uh...... You know what I mean? ”

The focus of the third battalion commander is obviously different from that of others, and he can see at a glance that the atmosphere between He Jingyi and Mo Shiwei is "greasy", but he can't be sure of the conjecture in his heart, so he can only put it forward vaguely, and I don't know if it's an illusion.

"Hey, when you say that, you really feel this way."

The second battalion commander squinted at the two people in front of him, and nodded thoughtfully.

Feng Jin listened to their conversation and didn't say a word, just a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth, and his observation was too slow.