RPAGF Chapter 68: Wait for the puppy!
Chapter 68: Wait for the puppy!
Bai Yuan learned how to use a gun and walked to Qin Lingzheng's side. They each had a target and practiced slowly, taking turns shooting.
Having just mastered a new skill, Bai Yuan still needs some time to digest it and gradually figure out the feel and techniques.
After all, talent determines the lower limit, and hard work determines the upper limit.
No matter how talented she is, it's just that her starting point is higher than others. There is still a huge gap between her and those sharpshooters who have been handling guns for more than ten years and can never miss a shot.
She practiced the violin every day without fail. She had steady hands and enough stamina. Every shot was consistently within the nine rings. But once she hit the ten rings, she would hit the ten rings every time until the magazine was emptied.
Because Qin Lingzheng was slightly older than Bai Yuan and was a boy, his physical strength and endurance were naturally better than Bai Yuan's. He had also seen Bai Yuan at the shooting range for many days in advance and he was indeed talented, so he hit the ten rings with every shot.
Every time he emptied a magazine, he turned his head to look at Bai Yuan. His eyes were as bright as a puppy's. He wanted to ask for praise but didn't say it directly. He just stared at her.
When Bai Yuan got tired of being stared at, she turned her head to look at him. When their eyes met, Qin Lingzheng then withdrew his gaze, curled the corners of his mouth, put the gun in his hand and turned it around a few times as if to show off, then reached for a new magazine.
After both men had fired more than forty rounds each, their wrists were numbed by the recoil of the rifle stocks. They then pushed the magazines aside and, out of boredom, assembled their guns faster.
After a while, there was a sudden commotion outside the shooting range.
Bai Ou led his group of friends, all covered in snow, and walked towards the indoor shooting range while shooting.
In the middle, there was an old man in his fifties or sixties, wearing a neat military uniform, with his back straight. He looked strong but still vigorous, giving people a sense of majesty without even being angry.
He was the commander-in-chief of the First to Third Military Regions in Jingli. When he heard that Bai Ou had brought a group of young men from the military compound to the Second Military Region for shooting, he came over early to arrest them.
"Bai Ou, you are in high school now, right? What are your plans for the future?"
Bai Ou scratched the back of his head and said, "Mr. He, I am planning to take the navy exam so that I can operate an aircraft carrier when I have the chance."
Mr. He nodded.
Good, ambitious.
He caught another person and asked, "Dong Wei! Are you in high school? What are your plans for the future?"
The young man chuckled and said, "I want to apply for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in the future."
Mr. He nodded.
Not bad, what a talent.
He caught another one and asked, "Zhou Sheng, from now on you - be a good boy, have fun. Ah, be careful and don't fall."
When the group walked up to Bai Yuan and Qin Lingzheng, they both greeted Mr. He.
Mr. He nodded, asked someone to bring their target paper, and nodded as he looked at it.
Qin Lingzheng knew that the boy came here every day during this period and stayed all day long. He was still young, ambitious and unwilling to admit defeat, which was good.
He looked at Bai Yuan again and saw that the little girl was not very old, so he asked slowly, "Bai Yuan, how old are you?"
Bai Yuan: “Ten years old.”
New Year's Day has passed, and although there is still more than half a month to the first month of the lunar year, I have grown one year older. I just need to graduate from elementary school in the middle of this year and move on to junior high school.
Old He had also heard that although she was young, she was already a rising star. Although she had not yet graduated from elementary school, she had always been superior to the group of similar-aged children from the compound.
It is true that young people are to be feared.
After the New Year, Bai Yuan will graduate from elementary school in another six months.
Bai Ou transferred from the North District back to Jingli to attend high school. Because they were not in the same urban area, he could only return to the Jingli compound on Saturdays, Sundays, and winter and summer vacations.
On the Qingming Festival in April, Mr. Bai took Bai Ou and Bai Yuan to the National Cemetery to pay tribute to the martyrs.
It was a rainy day and there was a hint of chill in the air.
A car with a white background, red head and black letters was parked at the foot of the mountain.
Bai Ou has a tall and straight posture, wearing a black suit that suppresses a lot of his unbridled arrogance. Although his face has not yet lost the immaturity of his youth, he also looks much more stable.
He held up a black umbrella, walked to the other side of the car and opened the door for his sister.
Bai Yuan got out of the car and stood under the umbrella. She was wearing a long black coat, which blocked a lot of rain that splashed under the umbrella after the breeze blew.
The road to the top of the mountain is very long, and along the way you will meet many fellow travelers and people who have already paid their respects and returned.
Some of them are children of wealthy families, some are people in high positions of power, some are soldiers in uniform, and some are police officers in neat uniforms.
There are also ordinary people, parents holding their young children, and old people with hunched backs.
Although there are many people on the road, it does not seem noisy.
Bai Yuan had met some of these people when he was in the compound, and they would just nod to each other slightly when they passed by.
If he meets someone he doesn't know, Bai Ou will quietly introduce her to him.
As we reached the top of the mountain, the rain was getting heavier. We looked at the tombstones from afar and walked slowly along the brick and stone road.
The two sides of the road were filled with bouquets of flowers for memorial services, neatly arranged in front of the tombstones.
When they reached the destination, Bai Yuan was stunned for a moment.
There were more bouquets of flowers than any tombstone I had seen on the road before, surrounding the tombstone in the middle, which was so simple that it only had the deceased's face on it and no inscriptions carved on it.
There are only two words on it.
"Boyang"
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In July, I graduated from elementary school.
Qin Lingzheng and other older boys who graduated from elementary school were thrown by their families into the army of the Jingli Military Region for special training.
Boys aged twelve or thirteen are about to enter their rebellious period. The terrifying destructive power of a storm is enough to make them like a swarm of locusts, becoming an uncontrollable natural disaster.
I want to try everything and do everything.
But I can try anything and do anything.
In addition, their family background and power invisibly fueled their arrogance.
If this impending crisis is not curbed at the outset, it will cause all kinds of unnecessary trouble to their future personality development.
Therefore, after each elementary school graduation, these young boys would be thrown into the army by their parents, where they would go through various military trainings to discipline themselves.
Other junior high schools also have military training.
But most of the time they invited troops to schools, and had them stand at attention, march in step, shout slogans, and sing military songs under the scorching sun on campus.
If conditions permit, use buses to take students to the troops and simulate small-scale military management.
Overall, the intensity is not high. It is a bit tiring, but you can get through it if you grit your teeth and persevere.
But for those people who grew up in the compound, they can’t care so much.
We are all family, so don't be shy.
Especially for those whose family has a military background, the older generation are all iron-willed soldiers, and they have specifically told us that as long as we don’t die from training, we should train until we die.
The prince of the Beijing circle, who had been carefree since childhood, encountered the first hurdle in his life.
Every day, I followed the soldiers in the army in carrying loads for several kilometers, crawling in the mud, and climbing up and down military equipment.
After a day of exhaustion, not only do we suffer from back pain and leg cramps, but we are also sometimes woken up in the middle of the night for emergency gatherings and surprise inspections.
Strive to simulate the most realistic field combat training.
Although this group of young boys worked hard and groaned with exhaustion and fell asleep as soon as they returned to the dormitory every day, no one of them took the initiative to quit.
They have the blood of their ancestors flowing in their bones. They are all laughing and joking at ordinary times, but when the critical moment comes, they are all competitive and don't want to be looked down upon or outdone by others.
After this ordeal, they have all been transformed and their spirit and energy are different.
For this reason, in Beijing, if you gather all the second, third, and Nth generations together, you can tell at a glance who came from a wealthy family and who is the son of a rich family.
There is an essential difference in temperament.
Because I was not allowed to bring any communication equipment to the army, I couldn't contact my family for a whole month.
Before leaving, Qin Lingzheng went to Bai's house to find Bai Yuan.
At that time, Bai Yuan was practicing the piano in the greenhouse on the first floor, and Qin Lingzheng was standing outside the glass wall.
The silky smooth piano sound pours out and flows like the light of a moonlit night, soft and bright, sometimes high-pitched and passionate, sometimes low and gentle, with both the mellowness of wood and the coolness of metal.
The person playing the violin had his eyes slightly closed, and his long, curly eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a light shadow on his face.
The light of the setting sun is orange-red, while the light of the rising sun is light white, foggy and unclear.
Qin Lingzheng stood and watched for a while, and when Bai Yuan finished her song, he raised his head and glanced to the side. Their eyes met, and he smiled at them.
Bai Yuan remained calm, walked to the window, looked down at him, and raised his hand to close the curtains.
Qin Lingzheng: ...
After a while, he came back out of the house through the front door.
Bai Yuan was wiping the rosin off the body of the zither, and then he put away the music score and bow one by one and tidied them up.
Qin Lingzheng followed her and chattered non-stop, explaining to her what plans he would make after graduating from elementary school and how she was not allowed to bring her cell phone or Xiaotiancai electronic watch with her during that time.
Finally, he raised his voice and exaggerated:
"Sister Bai Yuan, will you feel uncomfortable if you can't see me?"
Bai Yuan didn't even raise his head: "No."
It is so rare to be able to have peace and quiet for a whole month and a half.
Qin Lingzheng had already gotten used to it and didn't take it too seriously. He then continued, "What should I do if I miss you?"
Bai Yuan: "Then don't even think about it."
Qin Lingzheng: “Hahahahahahaha.”
He waited for a while while playing foolishly by himself, and stood and watched for a while. He wanted to hold her hand, but was afraid to leave a annoying impression on her before leaving, which would make her forget about him even more.
After thinking for a while, he grabbed the corner of Bai Yuan's clothes and pulled it. When Bai Yuan turned his head to look at him, he put away his playful expression and looked much more serious.
"Sister Bai Yuan, wait for me to come back and we can go to junior high school together."
After all, Qin Lingzheng knew that she had finished all her junior high school courses and was now reading high school textbooks.
You have to explain something before you leave.
But don't wait for me to come back, she will jump to high school in one breath.
------childhood------
To summarize my childhood:
The nanny's experience as a human trafficker made the heroine taciturn, silent and indifferent.
From her parents' negligence and absence, to the nanny's carelessness and leaving her home alone, crying is useless, she should not sit still and wait for death in the competition, putting the rice bowl on the child's head, and spitting out medicine, this series of things has created or made the heroine's current personality. Unbuckling her seat belt and climbing out of the car door by herself are reflections of her future style of doing things.
People are shaped by their growing environment. If the heroine had not experienced this, and everyone had taken good care of her since birth, this kind of character would not have been established.
Only those who are wrapped in love will want to wrap others with love, but the heroine has no love.
The heroine's enlightenment education was that it was useless to ask others for help, people did not need to rely on each other, did not need to ask about each other's well-being, and she could do it on her own.
The love of her elder brother made her not only indifferent and distant, but also kind to her friends around her. (If you want to cross the line, you are a dog L)
Song Yanming will be my mentor on the road to future growth.
A series of stories involving Wei Shaoqing, Song Yichen and others made the heroine the king of children. Everyone respected her since childhood, which was also useful to them when they grew up.
秦令征原文是大佬强制爱刑男男主，刑男要从小调教，一点点改掉所有的毛病，养成好习惯，不能指望长大了揍一顿就能改过来，江山易改，本性难移，治病得治根。
ps: Zhou Sheng plays the role of a comedian.
The heroine's character is actually difficult to write from her perspective. She is indifferent to everything, very cold, treats everyone equally, and is impartial. Too much psychological activity would ruin her cold and aloof personality (my writing skills are limited).
So I always use indirect methods to portray the characters through what others do and how they react.
In the early stages, I mostly wrote group portraits to lay the groundwork. These are all people who will be used in the future. Now I mainly start to write about the struggle between two men and one woman, and there will be much less group portrait content.
Start campus writing here.
The heroine's current situation: she has made some achievements in playing the violin, has completed all junior high school courses, has gained connections in the Beijing circle, has learned how to use a gun, has improved her fighting skills with her older brother, and has trained a puppy that follows her feet and bites her slippers.
After the heroine: studied piano at the music academy in junior high school, changed schools in high school to fight with the academic tyrants, took over the Bai family in college, and joined Guoan after graduating from college and followed the Baiyang line.
Thank you everyone for accompanying me here!
Let’s continue the story together!