Sniper Track

Quan Xiong was a little surprised, like a parent looking at his beloved child.

No matter what the child is saying, the parents will smile and watch him go on and on, and watch him talk about the sky and the sky...

Chen Xingxi said with a smile, "Grandpa Quan, I have a little immature idea in my heart. Would you like me to draw a sketch for you? Let's see if you can help me make it..."

Can you do it for you?

"Can you"?

Ok?

Are you doubting the professional level of a master craftsman? !

You can doubt my weight, you can doubt my character... You can even doubt my gender!

However, I am one of the most powerful accessories manufacturers in China!

An existence that is respected as a "divine craftsman"!

You still dare to doubt me? Still not sure if I can make a little bit of "Immature Thinking" of your eighteen-year-old kid? ?

Quan Xiong held his belly straight and put his hands on his hips, intrigued.

Sometimes, this old man is just like the "old urchin" Zhou Botong in martial arts novels, very much like a child who can make a small temper.

Quanxiong put his arms on his hips and said, "Then you can talk about it... Let's see how 'novel' it is and can make you doubt my professionalism?"

Chen Xingxi smiled awkwardly: "Hey, no, how could I doubt Grandpa Quan's level? Of course you can make it with your level... I'm not going to let you see if my idea is feasible first..."

Second cowardly...

What Chen Xingxi was best at in his life was second counseling.

If Quanxiong was upset, no one would make accessories for him.

This is not to be offended.

Seeing Chen Xingxi deliberately pretending to be cowardly and funny, Quan Xiong was amused by him: "Hahaha, you stinky brat... Come on, this is paper, come and draw!"

Chen Xingxi took the paper and controlled a pen with his slender fingers, just like a martial artist on a Peking Opera stage playing a flower gun.

The lifeless pen, in the hands of Chen Xingxi, was manipulated by him, controlled by him...and painted a dark and ugly picture.

"..." Quan Xiong was speechless: "Xiao Xi, what kind of thing are you drawing?? I don't understand..."

Chen Xingye quietly stepped forward and glanced at his brother's sketch, only to see a mess of lines.

Smeared together one by one, it looks like a child's boring doodle.

Chen Xingxi was "in a hurry" and explained: "Come on, Grandpa Quan, look, this is the grip... this is the muzzle...

bayonet...

You put them together...

It can be both... and...

Can it be done? ? "

Quanxiong: "..."

Chen Xingye looked at the sketch with a speechless expression, even Quan Xiong was dubious.

After all, this picture is... too abstract.

Quan Xiong tried hard not to look at the broken picture, otherwise he felt that his blood pressure might rise.

However, he remembered everything Chen Xingxi said just now... If it really is like what he said...

Chen Xingxi's eyes flickered, and he asked anxiously, "How is it? Grandpa Quan... my idea... can it be realized?"

Rao is the knowledge of Quanxiong, and he has never heard of such an idea, has never seen it...

Quan Xiong said tremblingly: "This... I can't guarantee it, I have to try it to find out.

Well, you two brats go back first, and come back tomorrow.

I will make accessories for you two tonight. As for the one you mentioned about Xiaoxi...

I'll try it, I don't know if it's feasible if I don't make it. "

Previously, when Chen Xingxi was drawing sketches for Quanxiong, Chen Xingye was watching the display of facilities in Quanxiong's forging room and did not pay attention to the conversation between the two of them.

Now, hearing that Quan Xiong didn't even dare to guarantee whether Chen Xingxi's idea was feasible, curiosity emerged in Chen Xingye's heart.

Chen Xingye: "Brother, what are your thoughts? The picture you drew is too difficult to understand..."

Chen Xingxi didn't give Xiao Ye a chance to ask questions, and said goodbye to Quan Xiong who was frowning: "Grandpa Quan, please, please, Xiao Ye and I will come back tomorrow..."

Quan Xiong's mind was full of Chen Xingxi's "ghost ideas", and he replied absently, "Alright, alright..."

Chen Xingxi and Chen Xingye: "Grandpa Quan, goodbye."

Chen Xingxi pulled Chen Xingye and quickly left Quanxiong's small yard.

The sun sets in the west, and the red sun that is about to set sheds crimson light on people.

Although the days in summer are long, the sun is inevitably stained with warm red at more than five o'clock.

Before they knew it, the brothers had been in Quanxiong's forging room for more than two hours.

Along the winding stone road, the brothers walked from west to east with the sun on their backs.

The sunlight dyed the ground a faint warm color, reflecting two black figures.

Chen Xingye couldn't help being curious and said, "Brother, what did you tell Grandpa Quan before..."

Chen Xingxi turned his head and sold it, and then leaned gently against Chen Xingye's ear, with one hand in a half-trumpet shape, as if he wanted to tell him a little secret: "I...I won't tell you!"

As soon as the words fell, Chen Xingxi stomped his footsteps and rushed out with the momentum of leaving the string.

Rank 3 physique, strength and speed are excellent, and in a blink of an eye, Chen Xingxi has disappeared.

Chen Xingye froze in place for a moment.

Afterwards, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he said to himself, "Brother, you really never grow up..."

Chen Xingxi ran for more than 100 meters. Seeing that Xiao Ye had no intention of chasing after him, he walked back with his mouth pouted.

With his hands in his trouser pockets, Chen Xingxi walked like a street hooligan: "Hey, Xiao Ye, why don't you come after me?!"

Chen Xingye put his right hand on the back of his head, and his smile was warmer than the warm sunshine: "Hee hee, don't chase. Anyway, I know that my brother will always tell me."

Chen Xingxi pouted, imitating Kaisha's arrogant appearance: "Hmph, I regret it, I won't tell you!

After all...I don't know if it will work...

I'll tell you when I see Grandpa Quanxiong's finished product tomorrow...

Otherwise, if you can't do it... it's useless to say it..."

Chen Xingxi's eyes were a little low, and his voice became smaller and smaller...

Snapped.

A hand was placed lightly on Chen Xingxi's shoulder, when Chen Xingxi turned around, he saw Chen Xingye looking at him with a warm smile.

Chen Xingye: "This accessory... should have put a lot of effort and expectation on my brother, right? If... if I can't make it, my brother will definitely be very disappointed...

I believe Grandpa Quan, he can definitely do it.

We have to trust him! "

Hearing Chen Xingye's comfort, Chen Xingxi's mood slowly recovered, and he said with a smile, "Yes, after all, he is one of the master craftsmen in China!

If even he can't, who can do it..."

Chen Xingye: "Hey, let's wait for the last day."

Chen Xingxi put his hands in his pockets and walked towards home: "Well, Xiao Ye, by the way, it's time to pack up your luggage and daily necessities...

In a few days, I will go to Longjing University to report..."

Chen Xingye slowly lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking, but his expression was a little dejected.

The awakened eagle will eventually spread its wings.

A young man who has left his hometown will find it difficult to return home.

From now on, the small town and the blue sea in my hometown have only winter and summer, no spring and autumn...

Chen Xingxi turned around slowly, east, west, south, north...

It seems that he wants to engrave this place that has grown up for 18 years, and the whole sea, firmly in his heart and in his mind.

Chen Xingxi: "Xiao Ye, do you regret it?"

Chen Xingye: "What do you regret?"

"Since I was a child, I always hoped that I could become a fittest as soon as possible, that I would be able to leave the shelter of my parents, grow up, and fight for the lives of those ruthless beasts that people rumored to be...

But now, when it's time to go to college, I feel a little sad...

From now on, the two of us can't see our parents every day... Sometimes I'm too busy, or have a mission or something...

Maybe I don't see them a few times a year...

If you could not be the fittest, would you still be willing to leave Shikou and leave your parents? …”

The setting sun has fallen deeper, like a lantern that flickers on and off, and may lose this last bit of light at any time.

Chen Xingye's footsteps were light, blending with the sea breeze at dusk, blending into this world, opening his arms, and no longer separated from this quiet place: "Brother, look at this sky...

do you know? The goshawk will push his child off the cliff and let the young eagle learn to fly in a desperate situation.

I think... every parent has contradictions in their hearts, right?

Since they hope that their children will not be too far from home, they can go home often to see them. They don't expect them to have much success, as long as they are safe and sound... They are like the most ordinary people...

Simultaneously……"

Chen Xingye raised his right hand, looked up at the sky, and held a small piece of the sky: "At the same time, I hope that the children can fly into the sky and fly higher and higher... higher than anyone else!

They don't show off to the people next to them, they just secretly secretly secretly rejoice in their hearts, show a warm smile, and tell themselves proudly in their hearts...

"That's my child..."

Chen Xingxi stopped his unpleasant footsteps, stood beside Chen Xingye, looked up at the sky, and looked the same as the sea: "The higher you fly, the farther you are from the 'root'...

Do you want to be an ordinary person? Just like everyone else? "

Chen Xingye put down his right hand and glanced at his brother. Through his body, his eyes seemed to have crossed far, far, across the mountains and rivers of the motherland, traveled around the world, and returned to the small building.

In the building, there are Wang Jing who is cooking, and Chen Jianxie who has just arrived home and is taking off his military uniform.

On the coffee table in the living room, there are family portraits of four people...

Chen Xingye: "Life is like this, you have to lose something to be complete..."

Chen Xingxi bent his hands slightly, turned into a horn in front of him, and shouted to the sea where the tides were rising and falling: "I want to fly to the highest! Fly to the top of everyone! I won't retreat until I die!"

The echoes sounded in the distance, like this sea, repeating the boy's oath.

Chen Xingxi put down his hands, and his voice was like a mosquito: "I don't regret it..."

Chen Xingye smiled: "Brother, we must always remember today's oath and fly to the highest level! ... Are we still 'returning to the root'?"

Chen Xingxi lightly punched Xiao Ye's chest with his fist, and said seriously, "Of course it's going to come back to the root!"

At the moment of dusk, the sun has not completely set, but a crescent moon and a few stars have quietly hung on the sky.

Chen Xingxi stared at the brightest light in the sky...

"After flying to the highest place, I feel invincible and lonely, isn't it time to return to the roots?

What do you think... Xiao Ye..."

Chen Xingye: "..."

The silent atmosphere is full of passion and determination.

A few hundred meters away, guarding the office on the top floor of the building, Chen Jianxie put down his pen heavily and said lightly, "These two little bastards! Loud noises in the military camp area, I must clean up the two of you when I go back at night!"

As he spoke, the corners of Chen Jianxie's mouth... slowly rose, evoking a smile...

In the small villa, Wang Jing was sitting on the floor in the living room with two large suitcases in front of him. Hearing Chen Xingxi's shout from a distance, he smiled softly, holding a small Xihe in his left and right hands. Xiao Ye's clothes were held in his arms and pressed tightly to his face.

Thinking that in a few days...the two of them would go to Longjing to study at university, and it would be a long time before they could go home, Wang Jing's tears couldn't stop flowing.

Wang Jing hurriedly put the clothes into the two suitcases, for fear that her tears would get on the clothes.

Sitting on the ground, Wang Jing turned around halfway, reached out and picked up the photo frame on the coffee table, looking at this family portrait...

With tears in her eyes, she continued to smile...

……………………

Night comes so fast, just like we grow up so fast.

Obviously, it has quietly come to us before we are ready to leave our parents and leave home.

Extremely cruel.

Time will never negotiate with us~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and will never show mercy to us.

If Chen Jianxie and Wang Jing were not the fittest, but just ordinary people, perhaps their temples would have been dyed white by now?

Chen Xingxi was lying on the bed, unable to fall asleep even after tossing and turning.

When I went home, the scene I saw was too hurtful.

It turns out that Mom, have you already started helping us prepare our luggage? ...and the tears from the corners of her eyes that haven't been wiped clean...

Chen Xingxi turned over and lay on his side: "Hey, Kaisha, are you still there?"

"Why? I haven't slept yet!"

Kaisha emerged from Chen Xingxi's shadow and floated in mid-air more than twenty centimeters above the ground.

Chen Xingxi sat up from the bed, his eyes darkened: "In a few days, we will go to the university to report, and Xiao Ye and I will probably never have the chance to stay at home for a long time...

You say, isn't life cruel? "

Kaisha looked at Chen Xingxi's lonely appearance, her heart tightened, and she slowly sat beside the bed: "You...don't think like that...

The fittest, to go out on missions, to fight monsters... they can't go home often.

But isn't it the same for those ordinary people who are struggling in their jobs?

To be born as a human being requires struggle.

If you work hard outside, you will gain more and have more opportunities to go home to see your parents. "

"Everyone who pursues dreams is a teenager who has a family and can't go back, right?" Chen Xingxi laughed at himself: "Kaisha, we are all the same poor people.

Mingming's home is there, but I can't go back..."

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