The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun: 52.052

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

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

Lao Liu and the others also stayed in this hotel. They rented the villa next door, a helicopter style.

The three people waited at the door for a while, and they saw Lao Liu's family, Lao Liu and Madam Liu walking in front, and their son following behind.

The two groups of people will get together, and after discussing the meeting, they decided to go to the garrison camp first. Old Liu has been a soldier there for a few years and is very familiar with them, so he can be a guide for them.

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

A few people drove to the destination. Since getting off the car, Lao Liu's mouth never stopped.

At the door: "The sentry box at this door was not there when I was a soldier. It must be built later."

I walked into the door and saw the tree: "Oh, this tree was used when I was a soldier. The island lacked fresh water. We picked up water when it rained and kept it for watering. I didn't expect it to grow so big. "

Arrived at the barracks: "I lived on the third floor at the time, and there were eight people in a house. We will have a look later, and I don’t know if the house is still there."

The barracks are very different from before. They are divided into exhibition halls. The glass-enclosed booths contain many things that have been used before, including shovels, pots, rolling pins, and military uniforms, all of which are very common. Things look nothing special.

Lao Liu is very fond of these seemingly ordinary things. He likes to tell people how these things were used at the time. Under his description, those memories of the past seem to be transformed into vivid pictures. The sight appeared in front of other people.

There are more than a few of them staying in this exhibition hall. There are also several other waves of tourists. The things on display here are so ordinary that it is difficult to arouse other people’s interest. They were all going to leave, but they heard Lao Liu’s explanation. , Became interested again, and gathered around to listen to his story.

Someone joined in, Lao Liu was even more excited, almost always answering questions. The original staff in the pavilion was squeezed aside, looking a little embarrassed.

There were so many people. Cheng Huan was afraid that the child would be squeezed. He said that he brought the stars back out. Jiang Mingyuan guarded them and followed them.

The exhibition hall on the first floor is not big. They almost visited it just now, and there was nothing to look at. Cheng Huan suggested to go up and take a look.

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

The second floor has also undergone a major renovation and is more entertaining. The first is the combat drill room. When you walk in, there is a map on the wall. There is a large sand table in the middle of the house. The sand table is red and blue. The confrontation between the two sides was fierce.

There is only one copy of the sand table, but there are many people who want to experience beating Fang Yao. The remaining people consciously wait in two lines. They command the army according to their own ideas.

The star was still small and couldn't understand the sand table. He was held in his arms by Jiang Mingyuan. After staying for a few minutes, he said he wanted to go out.

Jiang Mingyuan didn't care about these, and Cheng Huan didn't mean to stay, so he nodded and agreed: "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 and looks about 30 meters in depth. There is a trainer inside to help wear protective gear and remind you of precautions.

Like the "Combat Command Room", there are many people waiting to play here. Boys naturally like guns, and stars also like them. He is jumping in his father's arms to play guns.

Jiang Mingyuan was almost unable to hold him when he collapsed. He reached out and patted his little **** to calm people down. The stars looked at him and began to pretend to be pitiful: "Dad, I want to play this."

"I really want to!" He suffocated, then came up with three more words to deepen his feelings.

"Hey, we can play when we get in the queue."

The little guy hasn't done it yet: "But I want to play now."

There are a lot of people in line here, everyone can shoot ten shots, plus the time to wear protective gear, let alone wait an hour for them to line up.

Jiang Mingyuan held the person in one hand, squeezed the base of his nose, sighed and put the star down, walked to the person in the front line, and said something.

Far away, Cheng Huan couldn’t hear what he was saying. He could only see the action of pulling out his wallet. After a while, he walked over, took his son, and said to Cheng Huan, “Okay, let’s go. Right."

He walked up to the person in the front line, and the person stepped aside, let them stand in, and the person in the open position went to the back of the line again.

Because of the exchange of positions, 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 tone of the speaker was relaxed, and it sounded no different from giving a dollar.

Cheng Huan: "..."

Well, for him, there is really no difference between a dollar and a thousand.

It didn't take long for the people in front to shoot ten shots. It was their turn. How many people went in. Who would the coach ask to play?

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

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

"Huh?" The star was a little unacceptable. He wanted to play with guns too. The little guy was puffed up, his eyes rolled, and suddenly he said, "I'm not a kid!"

"What?"

"I'm a big kid." The star akimbo, for good reason: "Dad said I'm grown up."

The coach glanced at Xingxing in surprise, then raised his head and looked at the adults beside him. Seeing that Jiang Mingyuan was also helpless, he understood.

The coach bent over, smiled, put his big hand on the star head, and said the last thing he wanted to hear: "Older children can't play, only parents can play."

"Why?" The star sighed.

"Not why." The coach said.

The little guy sighed, shrugged his shoulders, and hung his head, as if he had lost all his energy. He turned his head and walked to the side of Cheng Huan and Jiang Mingyuan, looking at this and that, and then he took the right side. Pants: "Daddy, go and shoot."

Jiang Mingyuan naturally has no reason to refuse. After saying a good word, he stepped forward to take the protective gear from the coach and prepared to wear it on his body.

Looking at Dad's departure, Xing Xing took his mother's hand again, indicating that he had something to say. Cheng Huan glanced at him and bent down, and then listened to her son whispering in her ear: "Mom, shooting is very tired."

Such tiring things, just leave them to my father.

Men, regardless of their age or personality, almost always like guns. Jiang Mingyuan is no exception. He has been exposed to firearms when he was studying abroad, and occasionally went to the design experience hall when socializing with people. He started the grab, the action was very good, the coach looked around for a long time, but he couldn't find a place to point him.

The gun is a real gun, live ammunition, shooting at a fixed target, and the maximum distance is 25 meters. When Jiang Mingyuan got the grab, Cheng Huan and Xingxing were invited to the back. A glass door was separated from each other. The mother and son were sitting in wicker chairs, drinking tea and watching the man's performance.

Jiang Mingyuan wore the goggles, his lips curled into a straight line, and his jaw was tight. He didn't prepare for long. As soon as Cheng Huan picked up the tea cup, he heard a "bang" sound.

Behind the bulletproof glass, the sound has been reduced a lot, and it has become a little dull. However, the sound that didn't sound loud made them both excited.

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

"Mom, did Dad hit it?" Xingxing was a little excited.

"Hit it." There was an LED screen hanging on the opposite wall. The screen was large and displayed the results of target shooting. After the gunfire sounded, a bright "10" appeared on it.

"Dad hit ten rings."

"Are the Ten Rings great?"

"Awesome." Cheng Huan nodded: "It is the most powerful result."

"Wow..." The star opened his mouth wide, and then put on a little proud look: "I knew that Dad is the best!"

In the eyes of a child, father is omnipotent. Now that this omnipotence is experienced from other places, how can he not make him feel proud?

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

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

The little guy has just been trained today. When he got closer, he knew that he had slowed down. He rushed into Jiang Mingyuan’s arms affectionately, hugged his legs and said sweetly, “Dad, you’re so amazing. Yeah!"

Jiang Mingyuan was happy when he was praised by his son, and he even wanted to play a few more times before showing his performance. He was a little bit ridiculous in his heart. He felt that he was like a hairy boy and was not stable at all.

The prudent Comrade Jiang Mingyuan finally suppressed his thoughts, picked up the son who admired him who was not good enough, called the child to his 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 items, only real-life CS are left.

In the camp, almost all the games are not suitable for children to play. The three of them walked around and prepared to change venues.

"Where do you want to go?" Because Lao Liu's family hadn't finished visiting the place, the two were separated temporarily. Jiang Mingyuan walked outside the actor with his son and decided to listen to Cheng Huan's opinion.

"Go to the beach, I heard it looks good!" The sea around the Red Coral Island is very shallow, because the coral reef will show two colors of red and blue in the sun, which is very beautiful.

Cheng Huan has been thinking about how to take pictures since deciding to go to this place. She bought a camera and just brought it out. She wanted to take some beautiful pictures and go back to her collection.

Just taking pictures by yourself is definitely not good, and the stars are not reliable. Cheng Huan plans to recruit Jiang Mingyuan to do coolies.

When Cheng Huan had this idea, she was still a little bit empty. After all, the two were not relatives, so when she spoke, she hesitated for a while before whispering: "Can you take a photo for me?"

After speaking, she added another sentence: "Of course, I can also take pictures for you."