"Why do you say that?"
Su Ruihan loaded the gun, inserted it back into his waist, and asked in a low voice, less indifferent and more humane.
“You are always very strict with me, and you are rarely so close to me.”
Children are outspoken. Su Jingcheng didn't want to say these things at first, but he couldn't hold back the words hidden in his heart.
The way father and son get along has always been to use force to solve problems. As long as he says something wrong, Su Ruihan will scold and punish him, but he has never taught him anything like this.
Su Ruihan was not angry because of his question. Instead, he twisted the car key a few times and started the engine. Then he turned his head and looked at him calmly and said, "You, like your mother, think your father is not good, right?"
…”
Su Jingcheng was stunned by the question. He hesitated for a long time and couldn't answer.
Su Ruihan smiled, patted his shoulder, and taught him earnestly: "Although this is just a game, it can best train a person's will. I have high expectations for you, and I hope you will not disappoint dad in the future. "
Su Jingcheng looked at him in shock, and suddenly felt the weight of the hand on his shoulder.
I heard my father's deep and magnetic voice coming from above my head: "You have experienced so many thrilling scenes, and you know better than anyone else that only by constantly strengthening yourself can you break out of the siege. I can't be by your side to protect you all your life. If I am no longer here, I hope that while you can protect yourself, you can at least protect the most important person to you."
“Dad, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?” Su Jingcheng looked at him and asked.
Because every time there is a scene like this on TV, after saying goodbye, someone dies.
He was afraid that his father had some unavoidable reasons and suffered in silence alone, so after hearing these words, Su Jingcheng became more or less nervous.
“Silly boy, what are you thinking about?”
Su Ruihan laughed angrily, with helpless emotion in his tone: "I want you to remember that when you face danger in the future, don't place your hopes on others, even if some people are out of obligation to help you, But you won’t risk your life, so you must rely on the weapons in your hands to defeat the enemy.”
Su Jingcheng looked at his father and found that his eyes were solemn as never before.
No one had ever taught him these great principles, and he couldn't digest them for a while. He sat there with a stiff face, motionless.
“Do you know how to fire bullets? When aiming, you must focus on the target, cannot close your eyes, and your shots must be fast and accurate!” Su Ruihan said.
“Dad, it’s wrong to hit people. You are teaching me to be a bad boy.”
Su Jingcheng used the usual teaching methods taught by teachers in school to retort. Although he is young, he already knows how to distinguish right from wrong.
"The world we live in is only about the law of the jungle. When bad guys want your life, you have no choice but to fight back. Do you understand? Otherwise, you will have to wait for death, and you will not even be able to protect the most important person in you." Su Ruihan He didn't joke with him, but cruelly stated the rules of the game.
But for a child, it is still cruel to accept so many theories and experiences.
He pursed his lips tightly, and after a long while, he nodded solemnly: "I remember."
“Then play this game carefully. It is much more practical than watching cartoons. You have been familiar with toy guns since you were a child, and shooting is not difficult for you to learn.”