I remember fiddling with guns in the basement at first. As if I had a premonition, these guns have been on my mind these days.I haven't saved anything in my life, and I'm afraid these guns are the only ones that hold a little weight in my heart. After the guard Xiao Qi unscrewed the big lock in the basement, he still refused to leave, and kept muttering: "Chief, if you want to take anything, just squeak, let me take it for you, and you have to personally..." I got impatient, gave him a pat on the back of the head, and said, "Go, it's nothing to do with you." Then I drove him away.

The current guard, even though he is still called a guard, is actually an empty name.All of them are smooth and smooth, and they look good, but if you have no skills, and if you have no eyes, they are not good enough.It's not like when we were in the war earlier, all the guards were picked out like Jingdouzi.When something happened, before you could even blink, he rushed out with a bang.At that time, many commanders at all levels in the army were from guards, including me.However, I have always been reluctant to mention my history as a security guard, because I was in the Red Fourth Front Army at that time, and I worked in Zhang Guotao's security team.

In fact, from the bottom of my heart, I really don't like Zhang Guotao, not because of the route, but because of the big carrot. This guy once spat on me with a big carrot. It was the summer of 1935. Our Fourth Front Army retreated from the Sichuan-Shaanxi Base to join forces with the First Front Army in western Sichuan.On the one hand, the army had been fighting hard on the Long March before this, and suffered a lot of crimes, not to mention how miserable the army was.People, all yellow-skinned and thin, there are not a few sets of clothes in the whole team, and there are all kinds of colorful clothes.Most of the weapons are big knives, old sleeves, made in Hanyang or something.In contrast, the Fourth Front Army is much more bullish.To that station, the same color dyed green military uniform, the same style of herringbone leggings, neat.Not to mention the weapons, the long ones are fast guns, the short ones are 20-shot shell guns, and the strings of red tassels on the buttocks of the guns are hanging straight, making the brothers in the front army grow greedy in the eyes.

Zhang Guotao was in a good mood at the time, it's no wonder it's not good!Every time there was a meeting, Zhang Guotao asked the captain of the guard to stand behind him with two 20-gun pistols on his shoulders, his eyes wide open, and his insurance.The captain of the guard later told me quietly that Mao Zedong should not be underestimated, he is a character.It is said that most people are shocked and wilted by such a scene, but Mao Zedong talked and laughed freely, and laughed a lot from time to time.For some reason, the captain of the guard said that as soon as Mao Zedong smiled, his palms began to sweat, and in the end he squeezed out two handfuls of water.

Later, Mao Zedong did not see Zhang Guotao's face.Zhang Guotao went to his temporary residence several times, but was blocked by the guards all the time.Zhang Guotao felt that he was polite enough to Mao Zedong. He even dumped the house he lived in to let Mao Zedong live in it. Mao Zedong blocked him from the outside, so he immediately turned pale, and left the scholar's gentleness aside, wandering around the floor, Catch whoever is anxious. Soon, the first and fourth front armies began to exchange personnel.Youwazi, a fellow villager who brought me out to join the Red Army, approached me and told me that he was going to the Central Red Army, and told me to go with him.I was hesitant at the time.I left home with Youwazi, so of course I wanted to go with Youwazi.But after thinking about it, guards have always paid attention to the word "loyalty". From this old principle, how can I leave the chief and leave as soon as I say it.I told Youwazi that this happened so suddenly that I couldn't think it through right away.How about this, you go back first, if I think about it, I will go to you.Before leaving, Youwazi repeatedly told me, "You have to make up your mind quickly."

After Youwazi left, I stood there by myself and had hysteria for a long time. When I was undecided, I suddenly saw Zhang Guotao sitting under a big tree not far away, enjoying the cool.For some reason, my two legs moved over there involuntarily.While moving around, I thought: Yes, such a big matter, no matter what, I have to talk to the chief before making a decision.I thought, as long as the chief showed any intention of keeping me, I would be determined to follow him. It was just when the sun was about to set.After a day of hard work, the sun opened his dim eyes, and let the mood dim day by day.The old tree at the entrance of the village was slumped by the overwhelming yellowness. It staggered and held on, and it seemed that it could not stand upright.

no wind. When I got closer, I realized that there was no coolness under the tree.Zhang Guotao was holding a big green radish in his hand, and was gnawing on it bit by bit.His face was also sallow, gloomy and full of bad emotions.I was a little apprehensive, and I opened my mouth a few times but didn't say anything.While hesitating, he looked up at me and asked impatiently, "What's the matter?" I hurried forward to salute, and as soon as I yelled "Chief", my mouth dropped, and it took me a long time to get out the general meaning. When listening to my speech, Zhang Guotao's expression was always indifferent.I was a little confused whether he was listening or not, anyway, he didn't look at me from the beginning to the end, just biting the big green radish vigorously bite by bite, with a lively "click" in his mouth, chewing My ears and eyes are filled with the sound of carrots.

Unexpectedly, before I finished speaking, his mouth suddenly pointed at me, and before I could turn around, there was a "poof", and a mouth full of carrots sprayed over, making a fuss I look. I cleverly jumped to the side, wiped my face and was about to swear, the swearing words came to my lips, and I choked back again.I hold back.Fortunately, I have been a soldier of the Red Army for several years, so I understand the principles of ups and downs. No matter how irritable I am, I won't run wild like I used to. Fearing that the curse words in my mouth would accidentally come out from between my teeth, I would clench my teeth and say ruthlessly in my heart: Fuck!I'm going to the Central Red Army now!

Hold!This time I'm following Mao Zedong! As soon as I stamped my foot, I turned around and ran back. When I turned around, I found that a stream of bright red blood flowed from Zhang Guotao's cracked lips.For some reason, I suddenly stumbled under my feet, and I didn't stop until I held on. The sun behind me fell down the mountain with a bang, as if hitting the back of my head, which made my ears ring. The moment it got dark, many old wrinkles suddenly appeared in my sixteen-year-old heart, and a kind of sadness that I had never experienced before. I ran desperately without looking back, letting the tears flow down my face.

Later, I recalled this dim dusk more than once, and every time I felt like a world away.I never figured out why a very accidental choice can change a person's fate and save you from a sharp and complicated line struggle.Perhaps it was because of this doubt in my heart that I, a reckless man, was extra cautious and careful in every important choice in the future.I never missed a line. I just thought, everything can always find out the ins and outs. From this point of view, maybe I really have to thank Zhang Guotao, maybe I really have to thank that big radish! The tin box that held the gun hadn't been touched for a few days, and the dust on it was as thick as a finger.

This tin box was seized by me from the major of a Japanese devil.I like it very much. The box is strong, and there is a wooden base under the iron box, so it will be stable wherever it is placed.The most important thing is that the box is equipped with two thick ropes from the bottom to the top, which are specially prepared for carrying on horseback, which is very convenient for marching and fighting.In those years, I marched and fought every day, and other boxes would have been smashed and broken. I, an old man, followed me from Guanli to Guanwai, from the northeast to Hainan, and ran to the liberation of the whole country in one go. A hole was worn and a few bruises were made on the body, but there was nothing wrong with it. After liberation, they stopped marching and fighting, so there was no need for it.For a while, my wife Yu Enhua thought it would be an obstacle in the house and wanted to move it out.No matter what I said, she was not willing to accommodate, so I became anxious and said harshly: "How dare you?! I have a deeper relationship with it than you. If you dare to move it out of this house, I will dare to move you out of this house." Get kicked out!" She was indeed intimidated by me, and never dared to raise this issue again. Later, I took the initiative to move the box to the basement.This basement is huge, with a depth of ten meters.I pasted some target paper on one wall, and when I had nothing to do, I went to the basement to take aim and play with the gun.Gotta have something for those guns and bullets and all, so I thought of my old buddy and it came in handy. At that time, there was suddenly no battle to fight, and my heart was empty and panicked.Every time I fiddled with guns and left the basement, I couldn’t help patting my old buddy and saying: “I really envy you, you can hold these bullets all day long, smell the smell of iron and gunpowder, you are more blessed than me! " The lock on the box was a little rusty, and it took a long time to poke it open.As soon as the lid of the box was opened, a strong smell of gun oil rushed out immediately.I took a deep breath, hey, it's so fucking comfortable! The guns are almost soaked in gun oil, there is no other way, I can't play with them often, and I am afraid of rusting, so I have to wrong them.People who don't understand guns think that guns are fed by gun oil. They think that as long as there is gun oil, the gun will not rust and will not make mistakes.Actually wrong.A gun is something that depends on its popularity, so you have to play with it a lot.Why wipe the gun?Do you think that cleaning guns is just to wipe off dust and rust?No, for fiddling with it by hand.It is to nourish it with breath through the contact of skin and body temperature.It is to get acquainted with it through the rubbing of the palm, communicate with it, and establish a relationship with it.A gun that has not been supported by popularity is still a dead guy, and it is not easy to use.Once supported by popularity, the gun becomes a living thing, with spirituality, emotion, and life.At this point, just let it go.You will find that it has become a part of your body, it is your every breath, every heartbeat.You will find that it knows you better than any part of your body.When you just found the target, it has already pointed at the target; when you just want to kill the target, it has already hit the target. Only when you can support yourself to this extent, can you be qualified to say: "This gun belongs to Lao Tzu!" These guns were left in my hands by Lili Lala when I was fighting in the early years.At the beginning, I didn’t intend to save it on purpose. Some guns are because of their commemorative significance, and I want to keep them as a memory, and I am not willing to throw them away; I can't get it.As a result, I saved them one by one, unexpectedly I saved more than a dozen.Later, the superior asked several times to hand in all the guns in my hands, but I just couldn't bear to hand them in.But it’s not justified if one is not handed over. Everyone knows, which of us old guys don’t have a few guns in their hands?After much deliberation, I had no choice but to pick out a few and hand them in. The feeling of handing over the gun is really uncomfortable, it's like giving up a child to cut out the flesh, it really hurts.For the remaining ones, I made up my mind to say that I would not hand in anything, so I went to deceive the organization.I said no, and handed in everything. It's also uncomfortable to deceive the organization, especially in front of Huang Xingzhong. Huang Xingzhong looked at the few guns I handed in for a long time, and said as if talking to himself: "Oh? Just a few of them?" This kid likes to fight in a roundabout way, and rarely attacks directly.I didn't make a sound, I had to stay calm, and wait until his firepower was exposed before deciding how to act. It wasn’t until I couldn’t stand it any longer that he pretended to be casual and asked me suddenly: “Hey, where’s your Browning? It’s the pocket one? That’s a good gun. It seems to have been seized in Shandong, right? Showed it to me." I was so angry that I couldn't say anything, so I just said, "That gun was given away a long time ago." Huang Xingzhong obviously didn't believe it, he stared straight at me and asked, "Impossible, I've been begging behind your ass for a long time, but you're not willing to let go, can you just give it away?" I said: "It's really a gift. It was taken away before it was warm in my hands." "real?" "real!" "Then you are too mean, right? I thought you wanted to keep it as a gift to Yu Enhua, so I didn't have the nerve to make an effort to ask you for it. I didn't expect you to give it to someone else." Huang Xingzhong made an aggrieved expression Wang Zi said: "I said Lao Zhou, I told you at the time that Xiao Ping and I were at a critical moment, as long as I can give her this gun, I can guarantee to win this protracted battle and successfully capture She is a prisoner. But you..." Seeing that he showed his flanks, I quickly seized the opportunity to use offense as defense, and deliberately laughed at him and said: "Come on, I don't know you? I have already seen it. With your head full of ditches, you just don't know This gun can still deceive Xiao Ping." A smile suddenly flashed in Huang Xingzhong's eyes, and he drew a long voice: "No, Lao Zhou, that gun is for lesbians. The body of the gun is only so small, and gays can only hold one Middle finger, it’s not good. No, you have to tell me the truth, who did you give the gun to?” He smiled meaningfully and approached me, and said in a low voice, “Could it be given to some woman? Bar?" Anyway, he has outflanked him, so let's fight back head-on.I looked him straight in the eyes and said loudly, "Old Huang, I really told you that I gave the gun to a woman. How about it? You, a political commissar, still want to take care of it?" After all, I hurried to leave.I knew that if I stayed any longer, I would definitely be caught in Huang Xing's middle circle.Apart from fighting, I can't beat him in anything else, that kid is too badass.I don't want him to trick me out, he is a very thoughtful person, maybe he will wait for me somewhere in the future. But it was true what I told him. I mean, I did give away that pocket Browning, and I did give it to a woman. There are nine guns in the box.Strictly speaking, it is eight and a half guns, and one of the guns "made in Hanyang" has a broken handle, so it can only be regarded as half a gun. This is the "box gun", that is, the twenty-shot shell gun that is often called. This guy is the easiest to use and has the longest time with me. This is a "bass box", a pistol in southern Japan, which was taken from a kid. The powerful "Browning" and this "Revolver 45" were the best guns in the hands of our army in the late period of the Anti-Japanese War. At that time, cadres below the regiment could not use them at all. This is a very new "Horse Brand Luzi", which was captured by the US military during the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea. By the way, there is also a big guy "Carbine" captured with it... I just like to call these guns by nicknames, and I'm used to them.It's like calling one's own child by a nickname, it's friendly and smooth, and it can have an old taste of old wine, which is very powerful. Those boys of mine used to call me that when they were young, and later they became soldiers, and they wanted to be brave when they knew something.Once, the boss Nanzheng dared to come to correct me in a showy manner, saying, Dad, don’t always be a “box cannon” and “box cannon”, you are like a farmer, not formal at all.The official name should be "Mao-Se-gun". I said, hey boy, you fucking dare to teach me a lesson?When your father was playing with guns, you didn't know which calf was twisting!Give me military lessons?pull!Or let me put it on for you.Listen to me, this "box gun" is a Mauser M1932 pistol, made in Germany, with a caliber of 7.63 mm, a total length of 299 mm, a weight of 1330 grams, a barrel length of 139 mm, and a loading capacity of 20 rounds. The speed is 440 meters per second.This kind of gun is characterized by long range and high power. The biggest advantage is that its wooden holster can be used as a butt to shoulder bursts.How about it?Is that enough for you kid?Tell your son, it is true that your father is a farmer, but don't forget that your father has been playing with guns for decades, and don't forget that your father is from Nanjing Military Academy!I may not be able to talk about you in terms of other things, but when it comes to military affairs, you have to learn from me honestly! To be honest, I am more familiar with guns than I am with my own children.A gun is different from a child. The more you play with a gun, the more familiar you become. The more you play with it, the closer you get to people.The child may not be sure, the child is not good if you play with it, and it is not good if you don’t play with it. A few days ago, the third son Heping returned home suddenly.I was quite puzzled at the time, why did this kid suddenly think of honoring me since he hadn't shown his face at home since his mother passed away.He also took a lot of things, saying that one bottle of foreign wine was worth several thousand yuan.In fact, I don't like to see those foreign things at all.If my mother was still there, I would have gone upstairs and stayed there.His mother is gone now, I don't want to keep him cold, so I sat in the living room downstairs for a while. This kid has never talked much, but today he said a lot for the first time.Said that he is now making a big deal, said that the other party is the famous MG International Group, and said that this deal is very important to him. I didn't hear a word.I never asked questions about him.What should we say, in the words of that girl Maomao, we don't know each other at all. This is not an exaggeration.Since I was a child, I have never cared about him, or even paid attention to him.At first I did it on purpose, to show my mother coldness on purpose.But later it became a habit, and I really didn't have him in my eyes or in my heart.I hardly remember what he looked like when he was a child, and I don't know how he grew up. I only remember that he had a very uncomfortable bad habit: biting his fingernails. It seems that when he was seven or eight years old, one day I went to the upstairs office to find documents.The office on the second floor of my home is for my exclusive use, and other people seldom go in.When I was digging through the documents, I suddenly heard a crackling sound from the corner of the wall.I thought it was a rat attack, but when I looked up, it was this kid hiding in the corner, gnawing his fingernails intently.He gnawed his nails in a strange way, his eyes were fixed on one place, and his expression was ferocious, like a little beast eating living things while thinking of bad ideas.I pulled his hand out of his mouth, and saw that the bare fingers were soaked in saliva, and there were only a small bit of nails left, and there were teeth marks coming in and out. .Obviously, his problem didn't last for a day or two, nor did it last for a year or two. I didn't bother to care about him, so I rushed to his mother.I said how did you become a mother?How could you let him develop such a strange habit?Look at him biting his fingernails like a bear, how does he look like a boy?How does it look like my son of Zhou Han? ! Yu Enhua suddenly gouged me out like a knife, and I suddenly realized that I had accidentally sneaked into someone's fire defense zone.I quickly evacuated the position, but it was too late.I heard Yu Enhua chasing after me fiercely: "Zhou Han, do you still know you have such a son?!" Since then I've been even more reluctant to meddle in peace, no matter what he does. All these years, I only know that this kid has earned a lot of money outside. As for how he does it and how he earns his money, I don't care about it, and he never talks about it.So his trip home this time seemed particularly abnormal. Neither of us looked at the other when he told me about him.He spoke over his smoke, and I listened to the unturned TV.He said that he had almost finished negotiating this big deal, and he was waiting for the president of MG International Group to make a decision.He said that the CEO has a special hobby. He likes to collect guns, and he is particularly fond of American "Ruger" series pistols. He especially hopes to get a world-famous "Ruger 08"... "Okay!" I interrupted him, I understood the purpose of this kid coming home this time, and I said, "You don't need to go any further." He obviously had already made full mental preparations, and he never wanted to back down easily, so he just raised his head and stared at me and said, "You misunderstood, Dad." He said, "I don't want your 'Luger 08' for nothing. I will buy it. " I suppressed the anger that went straight to my forehead, carefully looked at Heping's expressionless face, and thought: Damn, at least this kid is a little bit like me, who likes to do things straightforwardly. "You buy?" I asked, "How?" "You bid, and I will pay." He was straightforward. "Why do you buy it?" "Money. You can pay in RMB or US dollars." "I'm asking, what qualifications do you have to buy it?!" He said calmly but firmly: "Because I am your son, because I need it now!" "Fart!" I slapped the case with a "snap", "You made the business come to my house, you made it to my head! You think you can buy everything just because you have two farts? Do you think you don't care? Can everything be sold for money?!" He Ping looked at me expressionlessly and said, "I didn't expect you to sell me easily, but I don't want to give up, I have to try my best to convince you." I said, "Okay, listen to me. You can take anything in this house, but," I said emphatically, "just don't think about my guns!" After I finished speaking, I left him went upstairs. I saw Heping subconsciously put his hand to his mouth again, biting his fingernails thoughtfully, with a blue-white air in his eyes. I know this brat won't let it go. In fact, I have long known that my eldest son Nan Zheng and my second son Dong Jin are very concerned about the guns in my hand, but I never thought that my younger son Heping would also be interested in these guns. It's normal for Nanzheng and Dongjin to miss guns. I created their addiction.Both of them have been forced by me to run and do exercises every morning since they were five years old.When I was six years old, I threw them on the climbing frame and climbed. I watched from the bottom, and they were not allowed to come down until they reached the top.Let them hang on the horizontal bar at the age of seven, and start touching guns at the age of eight. For a few years, the basement at home was simply a paradise for the three of us.There I taught them how to identify a gun, how to disassemble and clean a gun, how to insert and draw a gun, how to aim and shoot.These two boys are good, after playing with them.As soon as you tinker with the military stuff, it's on the road, just like a predestined relationship in a previous life. Back then, the barrels weren't as tight as they are now, and my guns were kept in a tin box in the basement, never locked.Sometimes when I'm not at home, the two boys let the guards open the door and fiddle with it by themselves.At first I didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that there would be nothing wrong with it anyway, so I let them tinker with it.In the end, I didn't expect that something big happened, almost killing people. When I came back from outside that day, I heard a crisp sound of "beep" as soon as I walked to the door of the house.My ears were trained on the battlefield, and they are most sensitive to this kind of movement, and I knew it was a gunshot as soon as I heard it.Without saying a word, I ran to the basement following the sound, kicked the door open, and saw Nan Zheng leaning against the wall with a pale face, motionless, and there was a newly punched bullet hole on the wall a foot away from his head.Looking at that posture, Nan Zheng was terrified, and stared straight at Dong Jin with horror on his face, he couldn't even move his eyes.Dong Jin stood by the door, staring blankly at the revolver dropped on the ground with his mouth half open, his whole body was sifted, his teeth chattering loudly. I rushed up, slapped each of them with a big slap, and then carried them out of the basement one by one with each hand, and threw them into the center of the yard.I yelled at them: "Where did the bullet come from?!" They glanced at each other without saying a word. There was nothing around, and there was nothing in my hand. It happened that the cook came into the yard with a bundle of frozen hairtail.I went up and pulled out one, swung it up and slapped Nan Zheng, and asked while slapping, "Say, where did you get the bullet?!" "have no idea!" "I told you not to know!" "I just don't know!" "You kid still talk hard to me? Get down and take off your shirt!" Dong Jin suddenly yelled at me: "The bullet is mine!" "Where are you from?" "I...I can't tell you, just hit me." As he said, he took off his shirt in twos and threes, and lay down with bare back. For a moment, I let this kid be stunned.The most unbearable thing in my life is when others shout at me, especially my son who shouts at me.I just felt that the fire was going up on my forehead, I didn't care about it, I rushed forward and twitched violently.In the end, he threw the octopus in front of Nan Zheng angrily, and shouted: "You hit me, and teach your brother a good lesson for me. If you don't interrupt this fish, don't let me stop!" This boy Nan Zheng was not vague, he smoked as soon as he picked it up.As he smoked, he burst into tears, shouting over and over again: "You almost beat me to death!" "You know, you almost beat me to death!" Until the hairtail was cut off, Dongjin didn't even make a sound from the beginning to the end. Later, Yu Enhua told me that she picked out 27 thorns from Dongjin's back. "27 sticks! There is almost no piece of flesh on the back!" As he spoke, Yu Enhua fiercely directed at me. She said: "Zhou Han, you are really willing to kill yourself!" She said, "Zhou Han, why don't you beat him to death?!" She said: "Zhou Han, why don't you just beat our mothers to death together!" I finally couldn't take it anymore. I said, "Shut that stinky mouth of yours!" I said, "If I don't kill myself today, sooner or later, the bastard will dare to shoot the whole family with a gun!" In the evening, I went downstairs to watch Dongjin.Dong Jin was lying on the bed with a slingshot, his back obviously didn't dare to touch the bed.I took a sneak peek and saw that the whole back was blindly red. I couldn't tell which was the injury and which was the red medicine applied. It looked quite creepy. I deliberately didn't look at his back, picked up the slingshot and asked, "Did you do it yourself?" Dong Jin looked at me nervously and said "hmm".Not long ago, I just beat him up because he broke someone's glass with a slingshot and broke his slingshot. He probably thought it was finished again. I pulled the bow and said, "The leather is not bad." Dong Jin bared his teeth proudly: "Of course, I exchanged ten yogurts for a cowhide band!" I glared at him: "Your leather bands are not the same length on both sides, and you still want to make sure?" I re-tied the rubber bands and tried a bow out of the window.Just listening to the sound of "Dang", it was shot directly at the trunk in the distance. "Oh! Hit!" Dong Jin jumped up from the bed and shouted, "Dad is still better than me!" I frowned: "Give me an honest lie!" Dong Jin immediately withdrew his smiling face and quickly lay down on the bed. I acted as if nothing had happened, fiddled with the slingshot and asked, "Tell me, where did the bullet come from?" Dong Jin's nose and eye got a piece immediately, and he groaned for a long time before he said, "Dad, if I...if I told you, wouldn't I just... interrupt a hairtail for nothing?" I said, "You son of a bitch, if you don't tell me, you won't be afraid that I will interrupt another hairtail?!" Dong Jin was stunned for a moment, and said as if he had made up his mind, "Then...can I interrupt one more thing?" I said, "Hey, you little bastard, why are you still looking for a beating? It's a light beating, isn't it?" "No." Dong Jin said, "Didn't you say that a man has to bear the big things by himself?" He stared at me worriedly as he said, "Dad, you have to keep your word, and you can only fight again." One, after shooting, you are not allowed to ask where the bullets came from, and no one is allowed to play tricks. Come on, pull the hook!" I stunned him for a moment, and I really didn't know what to do with him. It was from this day that I discovered that Dong Jin was a problem of mine.The two of us seem to twist everything, and it has never been smooth, until now. That is, from this day on, I put a big copper lock on the tin box. After cleaning all the guns, I felt tired.so tired! Are you so fucking old?Can't even wipe the gun?In the past, not to mention these few guns, the guns of a class can be used for a while after talking and playing. This is good, and it took me a long time to wipe. Picking up the "Luger 08", I couldn't help trying to do a set of actions: draw the gun, raise the gun, aim, and shoot.Then swung the gun a few times in his hand, and inserted it into the holster with a brush.The money at hand is obviously not as fast as in the past, and it is obviously not as quick as in the past.In the past, this set of movements is the most beautiful I have done.No matter where I am, as soon as I swing the gun, the eyes of the surroundings will surround me and follow my hand.That flattery!That admiration!That envy!Just such a movement seems quite simple, but many people just can't do it.Huang Xingzhong couldn't do it.Huang Zhenzhong couldn't do it and looked hot, so he started arguing with me about political and ideological work, saying Zhou Han, why are you playing personal heroism.I said Lao Huang, you know that?If you want to play individual heroism, you have to be qualified!Some people can play tricks, and some people can't play tricks even if you let them play tricks!Huang Xingzhong was just dumbfounded, choking his political and ideological work back into his throat. Can't I do it now?I really can't believe it! After trying to swing it a few more times, the gun actually fell out of hand.My heart tightened, and my old face turned red to the base of my neck.I lightly picked up the gun and was stunned for a long time, feeling really unsure of what it was like.I, Zhou Han, have been playing with guns all my life. I just think that guns are worthless. Could it be that guns are also bullying me? Maybe it's because I didn't sleep well last night.I prefer to think so. I didn't sleep well for several nights.As soon as I close my eyes, the sky is full of gunfire, and my eyes are like a foreign film, full of scenes from the past wars. Last night I dreamed that this half of Hanyang was built. I stumbled and ran all the way, shouting hoarsely: You Wazi——!Oil-baby-son-!I lay on the ground, weeping and scraping the soil desperately, until my hands were bloody.Gradually, half of Youwazi's face was exposed under the soil.Youwazi's eyes and mouth were opened wide, and there was a strange look of surprise and laughter on his face.I tried my best to pull the "Made in Hanyang" out of Youwazi's tightly clenched hands, only to find that the wooden butt was broken and covered with blood.I held up half of the "Made in Hanyang", knelt down in front of Youwazi with a plop, and cried bitterly: Youwazi, I am sorry for you, Youwazi, I am sorry for you!Suddenly there was a violent gunshot on the hill. "The enemy is coming!" I yelled, and a ghost jumped up... When I woke up, I was sitting on the bed in shock, my throat was tight and my body was sweating profusely. It was snowing outside, and the wind slammed the snow particles on the glass window, causing a fit of irritability. Never fell asleep again.Sit alone in the dark until dawn.Like a hunch, I've been thinking about these guns. I thought, I haven't wiped the gun for a long time, so it's time to give the gun a good wipe. It's time, I thought, to give these guns a proper place. Xiao Qi yelled for dinner outside, and he yelled three times in a row.He didn't dare to come down and call me directly, for fear of making me anxious. I ignored him, carefully arranged the guns one by one, closed the lid of the case, and locked it.Seeing that everything was tidied up, he stood up. The moment I got up, I suddenly felt something was wrong.The right half of his body seemed to be caught by something, and he couldn't move it no matter what he said.Before I could think about it, I heard a "gudong" and fell to the ground. When it was dark, I didn't know anything.