Chapter 1514

"Take your gun, stretch your arms..."

"Yes, that's it."

Li Zitao quietly guides ISI's gun holding posture. Because of his long arm, he has to hold the handle under his arm to ensure stability.

Seeing that he had secured the gun, Li Zi Tao allowed him to put his finger into the trigger, "be careful, now You have mastered its fate. "

"If you're right, today you're going to hunt the first prey of your life." As soon as Li Zitao's words were finished, the gunshot had already started.

The sound of gunfire reverberated through the woods. The stag suddenly raised his front hoof and raised his head with antlers, shouting in fear.

Then its proud head fell heavily on the ground, and with a few heavy breaths, the forest returned to tranquility again.

"Good shot." Li Zitao rubbed the little guy's head with a smile.

Celia is more concerned about his situation, some worried said: "do you feel OK?"

ISI clubbed the handle of the gun to the ground and said uncertainly, "yes, I don't know!"

Shooting is simpler than he imagined, but when he ejects the prey, he is not as happy as he imagined. Instead, he has a sense of loss and emptiness.

ISI felt the fragility of life and the uncertainty of fate.

This has shocked him a lot and has a long-term impact on him.

"Come on, boy." Li Zitao is a big man's pulling ISI to the prey.

Celia's maternal instinct made Celia want to stop it, but he was a boy, his previous performance, the age of the jungle.

Celiac resisted the protective desire and caution from her mother, and quickly followed.

"What's next?" Crouching in front of the dying stag, ISI asked in some uncertain way, "is it to stick blood on the face like a tribe and leave a mark on it?"

"Why do you ask that?" Li Zitao asked.

"Why do you think so?" Celia said nervously.

ISI looked up and said, "I saw it on TV, didn't it?"

Li Zitao took a look at Celia first, and after reaching an agreement, he said, "of course we can do this if you want."

"But in fact, it is a special ceremony held by a few tribes, which represents respect for the laws of life and nature, and praises courage and growth with blood."

"How do you know that?" ISI asked curiously.

Li Zitao pointed to his head and said, "if you read the record books related to Indian people, you will also know about them."

"You don't really want to put blood on his face, do you?" Celia leaned in his ear and whispered.

Li Zitao nodded, and ISI also made his own decision: "then do it!"

If it represents courage and growth, ISI feels like the result he wants.

With two fingers on the deer's wound, Li Zitao first slipped two marks on his left cheek, and then on his right cheek.

Looking at the bloodstain on his face, Celia's hand uncontrollably wants to erase it for him.

But when she saw the confident smile on ISIE's face, Celia quietly took back her raised hand and gave him a brilliant smile.

"Good harvest today. Let's go." Li Zitao put the body of the stag on his shoulder and planned to find a place to clean it up.

"So you go back?" ISI seems to have more than enough, it seems that the blood not only brings him courage, but also gives him impulse and greed.

Li Zitao took his hand and said, "to be a man, one should understand contentment and gratitude. Today's harvest is enough."

Holding ISI with an ancient mark on her face, they found a gentle meadow.

Li Zitao began to deal with the deer meat in hand, and left for a while. He took the deer's head and planned to take it back to dry and hang it in the manor as a memorial.

After all, this is the first prey of his life, and the future will be his ostentatious capital and beautiful memories.

"Do you have any plans to return home?" While roasting venison, Li Zitao looks at ISI, who is poking an ant nest with a stick in the distance, and inquires about Celia's plans for the future.

"I want to wait until he goes to high school." Celia shook her head. "Running around all the time is not good for ISIE's education and soul."

"Aren't you afraid that he will become a staid German?" Li said jokingly.

Celia scowled, "even then, he's my son."

"It's mine, too." Li said, cutting a piece of venison with a knife, blowing air and throwing it into his mouth.

The taste is just good, with the aroma of pineal and green leaves, just neutralizing the faint bloody smell in the meat, making it more delicious.

"Try it. I think I have a talent for barbecue." Li Zitao cut several pieces of meat, wrapped them in clean leaves and handed them to Celia.

"You should open a restaurant. Business is going to be miserable." Celia took the leaf wrapped with venison and tasted it, and her eyes narrowed into a beautiful crescent moon."Why?" Seeing that she was still satisfied with the taste, Li Zitao was curious about why he said that and called ISI from the distance.

"The annual deer hunting season is short enough to ruin you unless you want to sponsor poachers."

Although Celia seldom hunted, her father, Du tanlon, was an old hunter. When she was very young, she followed her grandfather to the annual hunting day.

If it wasn't, she wouldn't have accepted it so easily that her eight year old son would come up to the mountains with a rifle to hunt.

"It's delicious. It's the best meat I've ever had." ISI gobbles up her share and looks at the buck turning over the fire.

Even if the viscera, neck and head are removed, its weight is about 300 kg.

Don't say it's a few of them. Even if you add bodyguards and entourage, you don't want to finish eating. You'll have to pack up and take away half of them later.

And the guts, "you'll have to bury it with me later."

"Can we stay here tonight?" Said ISI, nibbling at the leg of a deer that was a little too big for him.

Usually his mother would not bring him to this kind of activity. Most of the time, they only took part in brunch, afternoon tea party, reading party or some boring ball.

Brunch and afternoon tea are very popular with ISI, including the book club.

He can share a lot of things with people in the book club, which is his favorite rhythm of life.

But those dances were too boring for him. Although his little tuxedo was very handsome, he could always be the most dazzling one at the party.

But it still can't change the boring nature of dancing if they can talk more about literature and art.

Instead of talking about who got divorced, who had an affair, who bought which brand-name brand of the season, luxury cars, seaside villas

ISI might have been more patient to hear which little sister they wanted to introduce to herself.

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