Military compound

Shan Jun has lost his mind recently.

The school team had a game against other schools, and he devoted himself to practicing. Although he was a senior in high school, he was admitted to the military academy, and he spent all his time on the basketball court.That evening, he had made an appointment with Da Fei to go out for dinner at night, but he accidentally fell to the ground during practice and scrambling, his feet were swollen a lot, and he couldn't move on the spot.The teammates helped him to the infirmary, and the school doctor rushed off work after dealing with the emergency.Shan Jun sat on the steps outside and waited for Da Fei to come. It was almost dark before Da Fei showed up.

"Brother Jun, I'm sorry, I and Wang Jiajia tonight..." Da Fei smiled playfully.

"Fuck! Get lost!" Shan Jun understood and cursed with a smile.

Da Fei said to call him a taxi, and ran away in a hurry. Shan Jun waited until it was completely dark, but no one came back.Shan Jun didn't say anything to this brother, he dragged his injured foot towards the school gate, just moved a few steps, and saw a person walking from the shadow in front of him.Shan Jun stared at the figure that was obviously not Da Fei until the man came under the light.

"……you?"

Shan Jun saw the uniform clearly.

Da Fei stopped the taxi for a long time on the road, so he called Shan's house with a public phone and called Zhou Haifeng.

Dafei's phone call was also a coincidence. This day the old couple went to see Shan Jun's sister. Shan Jun's sister married to a neighboring city and stayed with her grandparents for a few more days. The old couple was worried about leaving Shan Jun at home alone, so Zhou Haifeng first came back.Otherwise, Zhou Haifeng would not have received the call.

"Can I go?" Zhou Haifeng was also a player, and he could see that Shan Jun was indeed seriously injured.He reached out to help.

Shan Jun passed him and limped forward to straighten himself up.

Zhou Haifeng walked over, couldn't help but put one of his arms on his shoulders.

"It's none of your business!" Shan Jun was disgusted and wanted to break away.

"Big girl?"

Zhou Haifeng lost his patience, grabbed his waist and walked out of the school gate.

"..." Although it was dark, there were a lot of students on campus who came to study at night. They all watched Shan Jun being hugged by a PLA soldier and walked out. The expression on his face, I don't know if it was pain or something. a twist.

When he got home, Shan Jun sat on the sofa and told Zhou Haifeng to cook.

After waiting for a long time without seeing any movement, Shan Jun raised his eyelids: "Go?"

"This is not the scope of my work." Zhou Haifeng turned on the light and put Shan Jun's schoolbag aside.

"What?" Shan Jun had seen many orderlies, and this was the first time he had heard of the four characters "scope of work". "Your orderly doesn't cook, but I do?"

Shan Jun's grandma is very picky about food, and she told Zhou Haifeng that he doesn't care about the food.It was already past the meal time in the canteen of the compound, Zhou Haifeng took out two plates of noon dishes from the refrigerator, and took them to the kitchen to heat them up.Shan Jun said, I don't eat leftovers, I make new ones.

Shan Jun's habit of not eating leftovers was brought up by his grandmother, but is Zhou Haifeng someone who is used to him?He brought out the two hot meals and put them on the table, changed into his normal uniform and military cap: "Political study, I'm leaving."

"Can't understand me?"

"Whatever you want, leave it alone if you don't eat it."

Wednesday night was the company's political study time. Zhou Haifeng straightened his military cap and opened the door.

"...you leave the car keys behind!" Shan Jun suppressed his anger.

"Do you have a military license?"

Zhou Haifeng just dropped one sentence, opened the door and left.

Shan Jun held his immobile foot, facing the empty living room alone, and slapped the vases on the coffee table all by themselves...

When Zhou Haifeng came back, the room was pitch black and there was no movement at all.

The two dishes on the table did not move, they were placed on the table intact.

Zhou Haifeng walked to the sofa, looked at the already cold meal, and looked at Shan Jun who had slept on the sofa in the dark.

Shan Jun was awakened by noise.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the desk lamp was turned on, and a plate of steaming food was placed on the coffee table in front of him.

A plate of egg fried rice.

The egg fried rice was obviously just out of the pan, steaming hot, with a strong aroma.

Zhou Haifeng put his chopsticks on.

Shan Jun turned over and sat up, looked at the golden egg fried rice under the lamp, and looked at Zhou Haifeng in astonishment...

Shan Jun was swept away, not even a grain of rice was left.

Seeing him finish eating quickly, Zhou Haifeng filled another bowl for him.Shan Jun looked at him, took it in his hand, and continued to eat without saying a word.Under the desk lamp, the two of them didn't talk at all. There was only Shan Jun's chewing sound in the room, and the atmosphere was weird and unnatural.

Zhou Haifeng dragged a chair and sat down beside it.

He took out two medicine bottles from his military uniform pocket, pulled Shan Jun's injured foot over, picked up a bottle of spray and sprayed it on Shan Jun's swollen ankle.

"..." Shan Jun was taken aback, raised his head, and looked at him unexpectedly.

Zhou Haifeng coldly but familiarly cooled him down and applied potion.There was a military label on the medicine bottle, and it looked like it had just been taken from the duty room of the outpatient department of the military region.

Under the dim light of the table lamp, Zhou Haifeng worked intently, with a pair of deep eyes under the sword eyebrows, with a masculine beauty.

It was a heroic masculine beauty, stiff and courageous, as if it was born for soldiers.

"You landed in the wrong posture." Zhou Haifeng wiped and said quietly.

"Easy to fall on impact."

During the match against Shan Jun, Zhou Haifeng could tell that Shan Jun's habitual landing posture could easily cause a burden on his ankles.That's why Shan Jun fell so easily when the two collided in the end.

This Shan Jun also knows that the coach of the school team has told him many times, but Shan Jun can't change it.

"I'm used to it, I can't change it."

Shan Jun is not used to the atmosphere of talking with Zhou Haifeng.

"Take half a step back. You can try."

"... Before you joined the army, did you play games? Which school did you go to?"

Shan Jun had long wanted to ask.Zhou Haifeng was about one or two years younger than him. If there was a master like him in the local middle school, there was no reason why he hadn't met him.

"It's been a long time ago." Zhou Haifeng didn't continue the topic. After finishing the treatment, he told him how to use the medicine, packed up the empty bowl and went to the kitchen.

Shan Jun called him from behind: "Hey!"

Zhou Haifeng turned his head, Shan Jun moved his ankle: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Zhou Haifeng was about to turn around, Shan Jun smiled: "Is this also the scope of your work?"

Zhou Haifeng glanced at him, then turned around and went into the kitchen.Shan Jun listened to the sound of the washing water in the kitchen, and turned his head to look at the wound on his foot that had been smeared with lotion to cool it down a lot. His face was thought-provoking, and there was nothing wrong with it.

He suddenly felt something interesting...

In those few days, Zhou Haifeng drove Shan Jun to and from school.After a few days of care, the injury is almost healed.Later, Shan Jun asked Zhou Haifeng to cook for him, but Zhou Haifeng ignored him and went to the canteen of the compound to get food for him.Shan Jun wasn't exactly trying to torment him, the bowl of egg fried rice tasted really good, and Shan Jun really missed it a bit.But if Zhou Haifeng doesn't do it, just treat him as a no-brainer?

When the old couple came back, Shan Jun told his grandma that Xiao Zhou was good at cooking, much better than those in the cafeteria.

"Really, Xiao Zhou, you can cook?" Grandma Shan Jun was dubious.

"No, I did it blindly." Zhou Haifeng glanced at Shan Jun, who was watching the show behind the old lady.

"Don't be modest, Junjun has a tricky mouth, it's not easy to make him say it's delicious. Come and make dinner once, and I'll take a look."

That night, Zhou Haifeng obeyed the order and cooked a few dishes, which surprised Grandma Shan Jun.Although they are all simple home-cooked dishes, the meat dishes and vegetarian dishes are all decent. The whole family tasted the taste and were all satisfied.

"Xiao Zhou, how do you know how to cook?" Shan Jun's grandma knew from watching a person cook.

"My parents are double-employees, and they often shift shifts. If you learn to do it yourself, it will take a long time." Zhou Haifeng stirred the pot.

"The workers' children have long been in charge of the family. You have suffered at a young age." Grandma Shan Jun sighed.

"It's nothing, auntie, I'm used to it." Zhou Haifeng smiled politely.

"Junjun, Xiao Zhou is a little older than you, you can see that he can do everything, how about you?"

Shan Jun was in the living room with his legs crossed, watching TV and waiting for dinner. Grandma Shan Jun taught him something on the spot.

"Grandma, it's fine if someone knows how to do it. Xiao Zhou is doing it now, and my wife will do it in the future. Do I need to be able to do it?"

Shan Jun looked at Zhou Haifeng's appearance wearing an apron outside his military uniform, lazily and poorly.