When he arrived at the shooting range, Fu Song saw a long rifle and bullet boxes on the table, but there were not a few pistols, so he explained to Chrys: "Go and see if there are any pistols suitable for children to play with, and those with less recoil."

Chrys nodded and said, "Okay, sir."

"It's all good guns!" Yu Gang stared at the table with his eyes shining, and his saliva was almost flowing out.

Fu Song said: "I will treat you today, you can make whatever you want."

Yu Gang said happily: "Mr. Fu, then I won't be polite to you! Lao Yang, how about you?"

Yang Aiguo said coldly: "No interest!"

Yu Gang curled his lips and said, "If you don't dare to compete, you won't dare to compete. You are not interested yet."

Yang Aiguo was unmoved by his sarcasm.

Fu Shengyuan pulled Fu Song's arm, raised his head and asked, "Dad, why don't you hit me?"

Fu Song smiled and said, "Today I am playing with you, I won't play."

If I play, what should I do if you play around?

Fu Shengyuan became anxious when he heard this and hurriedly said, "Dad, you play! I'll watch you play next to you!"

If you don't play, how can I play?

The two of them stared at each other with big eyes until Chrys walked over and placed the two pistols on the table, one black and the other black grip silver-white gun body.

Fu Shengyuan couldn't help but reach out to get the gun, but Fu Song pulled it aside.

Fu Song picked up the silver-white pistol casually. It looked small and exquisite, with a short barrel, which was even more exquisite than the Browning 1910 he had shot before.

After weighing it for a few minutes, he handed it to Fu Shengyuan and said, "You try."

Fu Shengyuan had been waiting aside and scratched his head. He quickly took the pistol and started playing with it, "Dad, what kind of gun is this? It looks so good!"

Seeing Fu Song's inquiring eyes, Chrys introduced: "Sir, this is a ppk/s produced by Walter Company, and it is a model produced by Walter Company in the United States."

Fu Song suddenly realized and turned to Fu Shengyuan and introduced it: "The kind of gun used by James Bond."

"Is that true?" Fu Shengyuan was so excited that he expressed his feelings. He held the pistol in both hands and aimed at the target in the distance, "Bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

The pistol had not loaded bullets yet, so Fu Song let him entertain himself. In order to avoid being stopped by him again later, he quickly asked about another gun.

"This pistol is the second generation pistol produced by Glock in 1988. It is smaller in size and mass than the Glock 17 type, compact in structure, and easy to carry in concealed manner."

Fu Song turned his head and asked Yang Aiguo: "Old Yang, can this kind of gun be brought back to China?"

Yang Aiguo twitched his lips, and he was speechless at Fu Song's whimsical thoughts, and said with a wry smile: "Mr. Fu, a pistol is also a gun. If you can't get on the plane, you can't get through the customs."

Fu Song slammed the gun with regret and said, "What a pity... By the way, can you buy this kind of gun in China?"

Yang Aiguodao: "To be honest, I have never seen a pistol like the Glock 19 in China. Maybe I am ignorant.

Mr. Fu, you don’t want to get a pistol to defend yourself, right? I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible and don’t even think about it!”

Fu Song smiled and shook his head and said, "With you and Lao Yu here, why do I do with my pistol all day? If I get angry, will my life not be explained? Are you stupid?"

Yang Aiguo immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that Fu Song would have to play with a gun when he got angry.

Although ordinary people in China cannot hold guns legally, he knew that Fu Song was not an ordinary person. If he had this intention and asked someone to find a relationship, it would not be impossible.

But he really doesn't want Fu Song to do this. On the one hand, it will make him and Yu Gang useless, and on the other hand, it will undoubtedly add a lot of workload and trouble to him and Yu Gang.

If something happened to Fu Song in his gun, he and Yu Gang would have to be beaten with the board.

At this time, Fu Shengyuan came over, raised his neck and said, "Dad, do you want to load a bullet and get a few shots to get your hands full?"

Fu Song said with a funny look: "You are trying to get enough of your hands? Go and ask Uncle Yang to teach you."

"Uncle Yang, Uncle Yang!" Fu Shengyuan immediately abandoned Fu Song and came to Yang Aiguo's side, "Can you teach me?"

Yang Aiguo looked at Fu Song with embarrassment: "Mr. Fu, such a young child..."

Fu Song said: "I'll go to school soon, not too young."

Yang Aiguo sighed helplessly. He really didn't want to teach Fu Shengyuan to shoot any shots, but the boss gave the order, so he had to bite the bullet and said, "Okay, but I want to make three rules."

Without waiting for Fu Song to open his mouth, Fu Shengyuan said, "Uncle Yang, I will listen to you in everything!"

As long as you can shoot, let alone make three chapters, even ten chapters are fine!

Yang Aiguodao: "All actions are followed. You cannot touch bullets or shoot yourself."

Fu Shengyuan was stunned when he heard this, and said with a purse: "If you can't shoot yourself, what's the point? Dad..."

Fu Song said coldly: "It's useless to call me! Either you listen to your Uncle Yang, or we'll go home now!"

Fu Shengyuan said in a depressed mood: "I listen, can I listen?"

However, when he thought that he could get a real gun and ammunition immediately, he became excited again and urged Yang Aiguo to load the bullets quickly.

Fu Song watched Yang Aiguo teach Fu Shengyuan to shoot two magazines step by step, and then turned around with confidence to find a rifle to satisfy his desire.

Fu Shengyuanjian's most annoying person left and quickly encouraged Yang Aiguo: "Uncle Yang, can I hit it myself?"

"No!" Yang Aiguo said bluntly.

Fu Shengyuan begged: "Uncle Yang, you are right next to me and you are watching it all right, okay!"

Yang Aiguodao: "You are too weak now and you are easily injured."

Fu Shengyuan had no choice but to settle for the second best and said in a negotiated tone: "Uncle Yang, can you stop holding my hand so hard in a while?"

Seeing his pitiful look, Yang Aiguo felt soft and said, "Then let me agree first. You can only pull the trigger when I ask you to pull it!"

Fu Shengyuan nodded like a chicken pecking at the rice: "Okay, okay, if you say you want to lock me!"

Yang Aiguo helped him adjust the angle of the gun, then placed his hands on the back of his hand, and said, "Are you ready?"

Fu Shengyuan said excitedly: "It's ready!"

"Delivery."

Fu Shengyuan pulled the trigger hard, and the next moment he felt a huge force coming from his palm, which made his arms numb. His upper body suddenly tilted back, and his head hit Yang Aiguo's chin, which scared him to close his eyes quickly.

Yang Aiguo knew that this would be the result, so he was prepared for it. He pressed the gun steadily with both hands, looked at Fu Shengyuan from the side, and asked, "Did it hurt?"

Fu Shengyuan was so scared that he was still in shock, but when he heard this, he immediately said with a tough heart: "What's this? It doesn't hurt at all! Uncle Yang, come on!"

While helping him adjust his posture, Yang Aiguo said: "A mistake that is the most common mistake that you just learn to shoot is that you care about your head and don't care about your butts.

You have forgotten all the four key points of sticking, pressing, lifting, and pushing? You should focus on the control gun, not on the trigger."

Fu Shengyuan nodded thoughtfully, held up his gun and glanced for a while, and asked, "Uncle Yang, is that true?"

Yang Aiguo held his wrist, shook it up and down, left and right, nodded and said, "It's not bad, but I'm a little weaker."

Fu Shengyuan looked at his fleshy arms, then at Yang Aiguo's strong and strong biceps, and asked, "Uncle Yang, can I shoot myself if I have enough strength?"

Yang Aiguo smiled and said, "It's enough when you can break one of my hands with both hands."

...

The sun sets in the west, and Fu Song rides a horse and takes Fu Shengyuan slowly on the way home. The afterglow of the sunset covers the two horses and two horses in the orange light, leaving a long shadow on the grass on the pasture.

"Does your arm hurt?" Fu Song brought a reins to the left, indicating that the horse under his crotch would deviate.

Fu Shengyuan said in a silence: "I feel so useless. I can't even hold such a small pistol."

Fu Song tilted his head and looked at him and smiled, "How old are you? Son, you can't be anxious about some things, such as growing up and marrying a wife, because it's useless to be anxious."

"I know." Fu Shengyuan muttered, "Dad, would you please bring me here tomorrow?"

Fu Song patted his head and said, "When you get home later, you will pass today's qualifier in front of your mother. If you can't pass your mother's qualifier, let alone shooting tomorrow, you can't even get out of the door!"

Fu Shengyuan complained: "My mother is too polite! Dad, you can't control your wife!"

Fu Song said with a funny look: "Son, you look down on me too highly. In our family, your mother is the biggest one. When your mother glared at me, I shivered all over."

Fu Shengyuan turned around and looked at him contemptuously: "Dad, a man is a real man, how can he be afraid of women! If my wife dares to glar at me in the future, I..., I..., I...."

"What are you?" Fu Song joked, "You, don't brag about me anymore. Just your virtue in Fan Yiran is not as good as me!"

"I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense!" Fu Shengyuan said anxiously, "I..., I'm giving in to her! A good man won't fight with a woman!"

"Haha..." Fu Song laughed loudly, "Yes, yes, let her, let her."

Fu Shengyuan looked up at the sunset and said, "Dad, I miss home."

"Did you miss home?" Fu Song was stunned for a moment, "This is not your home? Your mother and I are here, what home do you want?"

Fu Shengyuan said: "I miss my grandma, I miss Aunt Du Juan, Aunt Yinlei... and I still want Yiyi."

Fu Song: “….”

This little bastard said it nicely, and he missed grandma, Du Juan, Yin Lei, etc., but they were all fake. The one he missed the most was definitely that girl Fan Yiran.

Damn, this little bastard started to miss women at such a young age. It’s okay to grow up!

I wanted to teach him a lesson, but I felt shameless and couldn't stand it up. I opened my mouth and swallowed the words to my mouth.

However, the child's emotions came quickly and went quickly. Halfway through the way, seeing Jiji running towards this side with his tongue hanging down, Fu Shengyuan immediately became happy again, directing Jiji to jump up and down on the horse's back, having a lot of fun.

After returning home, Jiang Lu stopped Fu Song at the door and whispered: "The storm is coming and the wind is filling the building."
To be continued...