Qi Feng didn't know what to say, so he could only rub his head: "Your mother will be very happy to know that you are so dedicated to protecting her."
Xiaobao nodded: "Okay, I can't chat with you anymore, I'm going to practice target shooting."
Seeing his young adult appearance, Qi Feng couldn't help but curl his lips and smile: "Okay, I won't delay you anymore."
With that said, he put Xiaobao down.
Xiaobao walked to the practice ground with a short gun.
Mr. Chen put down the kettle for watering the flowers and followed him.
Qi Feng looked at the two people, one big and one small, and couldn't help but shake his head.
Today’s children are so involved that they start playing with guns when they are just over five years old...
In the practice room.
Xiaobao held the gun and aimed it at the bullseye.
Mr. Chen taught him from the sidelines.
"Very good, that's it, arm hard, okay, shoot!"
One word of command.
Xiaobao shoots.
The silenced gun made a sound.
A glass marble hit the edge of the target.
Seeing this, Xiaobao frowned: "I missed again."
Mr. Chen squatted down next to him, looked into his eyes, and patted his shoulder: "If you miss once, hit him a second time. If you miss twice, hit him a third time. Failure is only temporary, but success can bring success."
Come again and again on your path of growth.”
Xiaobao stared at him. Although he couldn't quite understand what he was chanting, it seemed to make sense.
He nodded and continued.
Mr. Chen asked him to point at the bull's-eye: "Strengthen your arms and raise them well."
Xiaobao stared closely at the bullseye.
Mr. Chen also looked over and said seriously: "Imagine that it is a gangster who is holding your relatives hostage. Only you can save him."
There were beads of sweat on Xiaobao's forehead, and he shot again.
boom!
bingo!
Although it's not in the bull's-eye, it's still in the third ring and it's not missing the target.
I kept missing the target during practice before.
Mr. Chen smiled happily.
This is already an incredible achievement for a child less than six years old.
But Xiaobao is still unhappy.
He lowered his head and said gloomily: "If the gangster holds Daddy hostage and my shot misses his vitals, but hits other places, he will be in pain and must be very angry. Take it out on Daddy, you
If you put it on your body, daddy will die."
Mr. Chen: "..."
This kid's brainstorming ability can already serve as a small director.
It can also be thought that he has passed away, so he is really his filial son.
Xiaobao suddenly looked up at him: "Daddy, if you die, what will happen to Xiaobao?"
Mr. Chen: "..."
Looking at his sad look, it seemed as if he was going to start crying in the next moment.
Somewhat helpless.
He quickly said: "Daddy is so powerful, how could he be caught by gangsters? I just encouraged you to hit the bullseye."
Xiaobao nodded and finally returned to reality: "That's right, daddy will not be caught."
"continue."
Xiaobao picked up the gun again.
After practicing for half an hour, Xiaobao finally put away the gun.
Mr. Chen patted him on the shoulder: "Not bad. I can reach the third ring stably. I have only practiced for a week. I am better than dad when I first learned."
"Then daddy can reward Xiaobao for going out to play?"
Mr. Chen looked at his expectant look and couldn't bear to refuse him: "Okay, I'll ask Uncle Li to accompany you."
Xiaobao shook his head: "I want you to play with me. Daddy has never gone out with me since we were little."
Mr. Chen sighed and said seriously: "Xiaobao, I remember telling you that I can't go out with you because it will bring you danger."