After dinner, Qi Mo Nan took out two boxes of chocolate from his big bag and handed them all to Song Ziyi. "I asked a friend to buy this for me. One box each for you and your sister."
Song Ziyi hasn't eaten chocolate for a long time. No child can refuse sweets. Song Ziyi is also a child.
"Thank you, Brother Mo Nan." Song Ziyi happily accepted the chocolate box, a tin box with beautiful packaging. "This was bought at the Friendship Store, right? My mom bought it for me before, and it's similar to this."
The old man said, "Oh!" "You even know about the Friendship Store, you must have eaten a lot of chocolate."
Song Ziyi opened his mouth to talk about his past, but thinking about his parents' current situation, he didn't say it and closed his mouth.
Seeing the little guy's mood suddenly become low, the old man guessed something and hurriedly changed the subject with a laugh, "You kid, you only brought gifts for the siblings, but nothing for me?"
Qi Mo Nan took out a bottle of wine from his bag and said, "This is for you."
The old man's eyes lit up, "Oh, Moutai! How do you know I like to drink this?"
Qi Monan said, "You have several empty bottles of Moutai in your cupboard that you don't want to throw away. How did I know that?"
The old man was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth while drinking. He patted Qi Mo Nan's shoulder and said, "Good boy, you have a conscience."
The three of them chatted for a while and then dispersed and went home.
Ziyi had to go to school and go to bed early, and the old man also had to go back to take care of his own work. Qi Mo'nan didn't want to stay any longer, so he went back to the dormitory, put his big bag away, washed up, changed into a clean military uniform, and looked in the mirror three times before going out.
Song Yun was sorting out medical records at the moment and taking the opportunity to learn about the situation of the wounded treated by the medical team that day.
At half past ten, there was a knock on the door of the medical team. She put down her pen and looked up, "Come in."
I thought it was a wounded soldier sent in from night training, but it turned out to be Qi Mo Nan.
"Why are you here?" Song Yunqian had already stood up, but when she saw it was Qi Mo Nan, she sat back down.
Qi Mo Nan walked into the infirmary, glanced at Song Yun, and then looked around, "Are you alone?"
Song Yun, "Well, I'm on night shift."
Qi Mo Nan suddenly felt a little at a loss. It was the dead of night, and he and Song Yun were alone in a room. Wasn't the atmosphere a little too ambiguous? His heart began to beat faster. He stole a glance at Song Yun and found that she was lowering her head, writing something with a pen, not even looking at him. What ambiguous atmosphere was there?
Qi Mo Nan raised his wrist and looked at his watch. "It's almost eleven o'clock. Are you hungry?"
She wasn't hungry at first, but after Qi Monan asked her this, she felt like she was hungry. In addition, it was her first day working the night shift and she had no experience, so she didn't bring any food with her, so she could only starve.
"A little bit, but it doesn't matter. I'm not hungry." Song Yun said, still writing furiously without looking up.
Qi Mo Nan didn't want to disturb her, so he stood up and said, "I'll get you something to eat."
"Where are you going to get food in the middle of the night? Forget it, I'm not hungry. Go back and get some rest."
Qi Mo Nan neither agreed nor refused, turned around and walked out of the health room.
I don’t know where Qi Mo Nan got the stove from, but at half past eleven he brought back two bowls of noodles. In addition to small green vegetables, the noodles were also topped with golden fried eggs.
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