Chapter 61 Section 8

Zhao Baihe was not surprised and stared at Han Guang in front of him.She is determined to dig out the secrets of this man's heart. In addition to work needs, she also has a little curiosity... What kind of spiritual world is this cold and hot "assassin"?Where did his tenacity, tenacity and ruthlessness come from? Now, she has touched the edge of the mystery. Han Guang looked ahead, the tears had disappeared, and he returned to his former indifference.His voice was deep and hoarse with a special magnetism: "My mother and father, to use one word, were childhood sweethearts. They grew up together, my mother went to the mountains and went to the countryside, and my father joined the army. He was also a sharpshooter, taught by my grandfather... My My grandfather was not only a translator, but he also fought side by side with Zhang Taofang, a volunteer sniper in Sniper Bingling... My mother lived in an educated youth farm on the border of Yunnan, it was a beautiful place, but in my mother’s educated youth era, It's a hell..."

Zhao Baihe looked at him: "Why?" Han Guang looked at her: "As a weak woman, the future is manipulated by power, how long can you fight?" Zhao Baihe was stopped by the question, she had never thought about this question. "That era was crazy, and it's hard to describe it in words." Han Guang continued, "In order to be able to return to the city, my mother... tried everything. Of course, she didn't tell my father. Because she Know, his personality... My mother was finally able to go to college, but she was pregnant too, and that was me..." "Whose child is it?" Zhao Baihe asked boldly.

"The point is—I don't know." Zhao Baihe didn't dare to ask any more questions. "The two of them had had a relationship before, so my dad didn't think much of it. Then they got married, my dad went on in the army, my mum went to college and soon had me, and my grandma raised me to Four years old. Then I went back to my parents, and my mother worked in the garrison hospital with the army. The days passed like this, and in my memory, it was spring..." Han Guang fell into memory. "Your father, do you understand?" Zhao Baihe asked. "Yes, when I was five years old, I was naughty and injured and needed a blood transfusion. My father rolled up his sleeve and said, this is my son, whip me..." Han Guang said calmly, but his voice changed Got to choke.

Zhao Baihe looked at Han Guang. "Everything changed that spring afternoon. My mother told my father, everything, nothing was hidden. My father, didn't say a word. It was shooting practice that afternoon, and he had a rifle, Walked into the woods..." Han Guang opened his eyes wide in horror. boom! The gunshot startled countless crows in the woods. Han Guang closed his eyes, tears streaming silently. "I knew what suffering was when I was very young. It was the most difficult day in my life. My grandfather...an old general came to the frontier from far away Beijing to collect his son's body. He knew everything The truth, without blaming my mother for a word, just a sigh.

"Later when I became an adult, my grandfather told me that it was the suffering of a nation, the madness of a nation. As an individual, I was still a weak woman. In such a whirlpool, it is difficult to have a better choice. So he didn't want to What to say, I just silently restrained my son's body and hugged me silently, as if nothing happened..." "You have been following your grandfather?" Zhao Baihe asked. "Yes, he raised me with his grandma and never said a single harsh word to me." "where is your mom?" "My grandfather didn't stop me from seeing her. Every summer vacation, I would visit her." Han Guang said, "She didn't organize a family anymore and treated me very well, but there seemed to be something between us. … That is, my father is gone and committed suicide... He is a proud soldier, and he is also an excellent soldier... His military quality is very good, and the soldiers all like him... It is also because he is too proud, so he Can't face all this well... Also, he loves my mother too much... He can't accept this reality..."

"Have you been silent since then?" "Well." Han Guang said, "You are right about one thing... I have low self-esteem, because I knew that I was an illegitimate child since I was very young. Although my grandfather has always protected me very well, I still have low self-esteem, but I just don't show it. .In order to hide this inferiority complex, I have to be better than anyone else. My grandfather was a soldier, a sniper-turned-general, so I started learning to shoot at a very young age... I joined the shooting team and was always number one; My academic performance in school is also number one... I am eager to be the number one, because I want to be respected and hide my inferiority complex. Only I know that being the number one is too tiring, too tiring ..."

Zhao Baihe looked at him: "Why didn't you join the national shooting team? Instead, you entered the military academy?" "Because... I don't want to disappoint my grandfather." Han Guang looked at her, "He has been a soldier all his life. Although he has gone through countless hardships in the army, I will never forget... When I was a sophomore in high school, he retired, The sadness of having to take off the military uniform. He is also a man who can't express emotions, so his sadness shocked me even more... I buried this desire in my heart until I was in my third year of high school. I really received an admission from the Army Academy I quietly placed the admission letter on his desk. The next day, I found him sitting in front of the desk all night... I became a soldier, a special soldier, and a sniper in this way..."

"Your grandfather must have been proud of you for being an 'Assassin'." "He passed away, the year before last." Han Guang said in a low voice, "At that time, I was in the fourth year of the military academy, and he had just left for an internship in the army. He went very peacefully. I went back to the cadre rest center for the funeral. The legacy he left me was ...The one-meter-high handwritten foreign army sniper materials were all translated by him from internal English materials. He prepared for three years to leave these for me. From the day I was admitted to the military academy, I Start to translate quietly..."

Zhao Baihe closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face. "From now on, I'm no longer for my inferiority complex, but for him—I can't lose." Han Guang said in a low voice. "You are the best sniper." Zhao Baihe opened his eyes, "No one can beat you." Han Guang's eyes looked at the invisible shadow: "So, I am more tired than all the officers and soldiers of the sniper company. Being the best is too tiring..." "Do you have a girlfriend?" Zhao Baihe asked suddenly. Han Guang shook his head. "Maybe if you have a girlfriend, it will be much better. After all, you will no longer be alone, and there will be someone who can understand you and care about you..."

"My destiny is to be alone, so I am a mountain eagle." Han Guang stood up and put on his black beret. "Have you ever seen a pair of mountain eagles? Those are mandarin ducks—not mountain eagles. Thank you , I am much better now. I will continue training in the afternoon, so I am leaving.” Han Guang took a step back, touched his military boots, and saluted. Zhao Baihe looked at him stupidly and didn't return the courtesy. Han Guang turned to leave. "Mountain eagle!" Han Guang stopped and didn't look back. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone!" Zhao Baihe said.

Han Guang still didn't look back: "From the moment I decided to tell you, I never thought that you would tell others." He went out straight away. Zhao Baihe, who was staring at the door stupidly, was left with tears streaming down her face. Zhao Baihe ran to the window and opened a corner of the curtain. With a thin and tall figure in camouflage uniform, Han Guang walked upright in the barracks, saluting each other from time to time with the passing officers and soldiers.Cold, cold, indifferent, standard army sniper style.And no one knew how much suppressed pain was hidden under his coldness, coldness, and indifference. Zhao Baihe's tears fell slowly again: "How much hardship have you suffered..."