The Villainess Female Supporting Character with a Bun

Hearing the affirmative answer, Cheng Huan was a little happy. She pushed open the prototype glass door, took her son out, and asked Jiang Mingyuan: "Where should we go first?"

Jiang Mingyuan said: "Wait for Old Liu first."

Lao Liu and his friends also stayed in this hotel and rented the villa next door, a helicopter-style one.

The three of them waited at the door for a while and saw Lao Liu's family. Lao Liu and Mrs. Liu were walking in front, and their son followed behind.

The two groups met, and after a discussion, they decided to go to the garrison camp first. Old Liu had been a soldier there for several years and was familiar with it, so he could be their guide.

The garrison camp has been converted into a museum, and the original barracks are the exhibition halls.

The group of people drove to their destination. From the moment they got off the bus, Lao Liu never stopped talking.

At the door: "The guard box at the door didn't exist when I was a soldier. It must have been built later."

When I walked in and saw the tree, I said, "Oh, this tree was planted when I was a soldier. There is a shortage of fresh water on the island, so we go to collect water when it rains and keep it to water it. I didn't expect it to grow so big."

Arriving at the barracks: "I lived on the third floor at the time. There were eight people living in one room. We will go check it out later. I don't know if the room is still there."

The barracks are very different from before. They are divided into exhibition halls. The glass-enclosed exhibition stands contain many things that were used in the past, including shovels, pots, rolling pins, and military uniforms. They are all very common things. Look. Nothing special about it.

Lao Liu missed these seemingly ordinary things very much. He introduced the scenes in which these things were used at that time like a treasure trove. Under his description, those past memories seemed to turn into vivid scenes, emerging. in front of other people.

They were not the only ones staying in this exhibition hall, there were also several other tourists. The things on display here were mediocre and it was difficult to arouse others' interest. They were all ready to leave, but after hearing Lao Liu's explanation, they got excited again. I got interested and gathered around to listen to his story.

Some people cheered, and Lao Liu was even more excited. He answered almost every question. The original staff in the exhibition hall were pushed aside and looked a little embarrassed.

There were so many people, Cheng Huan was afraid that the child would be squeezed, so he said something and took Xingxing out. Jiang Mingyuan protected them and followed them out.

The exhibition hall on the first floor was not large. They had just walked around and there was nothing interesting to see, so Cheng Huan suggested to go up and have a look.

This proposal was unanimously approved by the father and son, and the three of them walked along the stairs to the second floor.

The second floor has also undergone a major renovation to make it more entertaining. The first room is the combat training room. When you walk in, there is a map hanging on the wall. There is a large sandbox in the middle of the room. In the sandbox, the red and blue sides face off. The fighting was extremely fierce.

There was only one sandbox, but there were quite a few people who wanted to experience the Fang Qiu experience. The remaining people lined up in two lines to wait, and the people waiting were not idle. They gave various ideas to the players, trying to get them to follow their own rules. The idea of ​​​​commanding an army.

Xingxing was still young and couldn't understand the sand table. He was held in Jiang Mingyuan's arms. He stayed there for a few minutes and then said he wanted to go out.

Jiang Mingyuan didn't care about any of this. Seeing that Cheng Huan had no intention of staying, he nodded in agreement: "Then let's go."

Next to the "combat command room" is a "gun room" where you can experience shooting. The gun room is very long, about thirty meters in depth. There is a coach inside to help put on protective gear and remind you of precautions.

Like the "Operation Command Room", there are many people waiting to play here. The boy is born to like guns, and Xingxing also likes them. He jumps in his father's arms to play with guns.

Jiang Mingyuan was almost unable to hold him. He reached out and patted his butt to calm him down. Xingxing looked at him and began to pretend to be pitiful: "Dad, I want to play with this."

"I really want to!" He held it back, and then came up with three words to deepen his feelings.

"Be good, we can play when we are in line."

The little guy refused: "But I want to play now."

There are quite a few people queuing up here, and each person can get ten shots. In addition to wearing protective gear, it takes at least an hour to wait for them to get in line.

Jiang Mingyuan held the person in one hand, pinched the root of his nose, sighed, put the star down, walked to the person at the front, and said something.

They were far away and Cheng Huan couldn't hear what he said clearly. She could only see him taking out his wallet. After a while, he came over, took his son and said to Cheng Huan, "Okay, let's go."

He walked up to the person at the front of the line, who made way for them to step in, and the person who made way moved to the back of the line.

Because the positions were swapped, the interests of the people behind were not harmed, so no one said anything.

"How much did you give him?" Cheng Huan was a little curious.

"One thousand." The speaker's tone was relaxed, and it sounded the same as giving a dollar.

Cheng Huan: "..."

Well, to him, there is probably really no difference between one dollar and a thousand dollars.

It didn't take long for the people in front to finish ten shots. It was their turn. When a few people went in, the coach asked who was coming to play?

"I'll come, I'll come!" Xingxing jumped to the side.

He was so excited that even the coach couldn't help laughing: "We don't allow children to play here."

"Ah?" Xingxing was a little hard to accept. He really wanted to play with a gun. The little guy was so angry that he rolled his eyes and suddenly said, "I'm not a child!"

"What?"

"I'm a big kid." Xingxing put her hands on her hips, with good reason: "Dad said I've grown up."

The coach glanced at the stars in surprise, then raised his head and looked at the adults next to him. When he saw Jiang Mingyuan also had a look of helplessness, he understood.

The coach bent over, suppressing laughter, and covered Xingxing's head with his big hands, saying the words he least wanted to hear: "Old children can't play either, only mom and dad can play."

"Why?" Xingxing sighed.

"No reason." The coach said.

The little guy sighed, shrugged his shoulders and lowered his head, as if he had lost all his energy. He turned his head and walked next to Cheng Huan and Jiang Mingyuan, looking at this and that, and then pulled on his right trousers: "Dad, go shoot a gun."

Jiang Mingyuan naturally had no reason to refuse. After saying good, he stepped forward to take the protective gear from the coach and prepared to wear it.

Seeing that her father was gone, Xingxing pulled her mother's hand again, indicating that she had something to say. Cheng Huan glanced at him and bent down, and heard her son whisper in her ear: "Mom, shooting is very tiring."

Just leave such tiring things to dad.

No matter how old they are or what their personality is, almost all men like guns, and Jiang Mingyuan is no exception. He had been exposed to firearms when he was studying abroad, and he would occasionally go to the design experience center when socializing with others. Now he raised his hand and grabbed it. The movements were in order. The coach watched for a long time but couldn't find anything to point out.

The gun is a real gun, with live ammunition, shooting at a fixed target, and the maximum distance is 25 meters. When Jiang Mingyuan got the robbery, Cheng Huan and Xingxing were invited to the back. Through a glass door, mother and son sat on wicker chairs, drinking tea and watching the man's performance.

Jiang Mingyuan was wearing goggles, the corners of his lips were pursed into a straight line, and his jaw was tense. He didn't have long to prepare. As soon as Cheng Huan picked up the tea cup, he heard a "bang".

Through the bulletproof glass, the sound weakened a lot and became a bit muffled. However, this sound that did not sound loud made the two of them excited.

Cheng Huan put down the tea cup he had just picked up, stood up as quickly as possible with his son, walked to the door, and looked at the target.

"Mom, did dad hit you?" Xingxing was a little excited.

"We got it." There was a large LED screen hanging on the wall opposite, which showed the results of the target shooting. After the gunshot sounded, a bright "10" appeared on it.

"Dad gave me ten rings."

"Is the ten rings powerful?"

"Awesome." Cheng Huan nodded: "This is the most amazing result."

"Wow..." Xingxing opened his mouth wide, and then put on a proud look: "I knew daddy was the best!"

In the child's mind, dad is omnipotent. Now that this omnipotence is experienced from other places, how can he not feel proud?

Jiang Mingyuan's mentality is very stable. It is not surprising that he performed well in this kind of shooting event. There were ten shots in total, and except for one nine-ring shot, the rest were all ten-ring good results. Cheng Huan was surprised and got used to it, but Xingxing, he now regarded his father as a superman.

After ten rounds, Jiang Mingyuan returned the robbery and took off his goggles and earplugs. As soon as he put down the things, the stars over there rushed out like small cannonballs.

The little guy had just been trained today, and he slowed down a bit when he got closer. He rushed into Jiang Mingyuan's arms affectionately, hugged his legs and said sweetly: "Dad, you are so awesome!"

Jiang Mingyuan was happy to be praised by his son, and even wanted to play a few more times to show off his performance. He laughed a little in his heart, feeling that he was acting like a young boy and not stable at all.

The steady Comrade Jiang Mingyuan finally suppressed his thoughts, picked up his son who admired him so much, called the child's mother, and walked out of this place.

The camp area of ​​the garrison is not large, and there are few places to play. Apart from these two projects, the only ones left are real-person CS.

Almost all the games in the camp were not suitable for children. The three of them took a rough walk around and prepared to change venues.

"Where do you want to go?" Because Lao Liu's family had not finished visiting this place, the two families were temporarily separated. Jiang Mingyuan held his son and walked outside the Film Emperor, deciding to listen to Cheng Huan's opinion.

"Go to the beach, I heard it's very beautiful!" The sea water around the Red Coral Island is very shallow. Because of the coral reef, the sea water will show two colors of red and blue in the sunlight, which is very beautiful.

Cheng Huan had been thinking about how to take pictures since she decided to go to this place. She bought a camera specially and just brought it out. She wanted to take some beautiful photos to collect.

It's definitely not possible to take photos by yourself, and the stars are not reliable either. Cheng Huan plans to recruit Jiang Mingyuan to do cool work.

Cheng Huan felt a little guilty when she had this idea. After all, the two of them were not relatives, so when she spoke, she hesitated for a while before asking in a low voice: "Can you take a photo for me?"

After saying that, she added: "Of course, I can also help you take pictures."