"Dad, you can teach me to shoot a bow and arrow again, okay?" a childish little face, staring at a middle-aged man full of stubble with big watery eyes, shaking his arm with all his strength

"Other children are still learning life skills at your age, so you want to learn to hunt?"

Dongfang Qingyue on the side of "poof" couldn't help laughing when she saw these two living treasures, and then gloated on the side, "Xiao Juezi, you can teach Jiao'er, otherwise I see him pestering you, don't think about preparing for tomorrow's hunting"

In fact, although Hanyi is only 4 years old, and he looks much thinner than the people in the same village, his learning ability is obviously stronger than other children, when he was three years old, Hanjue taught him to cook, but he didn't expect this kid to learn more than half of Hanjue's skills in less than half a day. Of course, the happiest thing about this matter is Dongfang Qingyue, when Han Jue is not there, Xiao Hanyi is cooking, although he is a little shorter, but the small stool that Han Jue made for him is just right, saying that Dongfang Qingyue is taking care of Hanyi at home, but the fact is more like Hanyi taking care of his mother, after all, all the housework is done by Xiao Hanyi when Hanjue is not there, although Hanjue also knows that this is unfair to Xiao Hanyi, but every time he wants to tell himself Dongfang Qingyue, but when it really comes to his mouth, he thinks of the past things of himself and his wife, so he can't open his mouth, so he has to let this little aunt and grandmother, but even so, Xiao Hanyi seems to be quite willing, Han Jue is not easy to say anything. Although Hanyi's learning ability is more prominent, but when he was taught to draw a bow, he couldn't learn whether he was alive or dead, and there were several times when the arrow almost hit him, which made Hanjue very depressed. Originally, I thought that Xiao Hanyi should learn this more slowly than learning to cook, but the accuracy of this arrow could not be improved.

"Alas, you, I'll teach you almost all the skills, just practice more when you're alone, there's nothing difficult in the world, I'm just afraid of people with hearts." Believe in your own abilities. You don't know how fast you can learn to cook, and now you're almost better than your old father and me. "Although he is a scoundrel, Han Jue doesn't want to hit Xiao Hanyi.

"Oh" Xiao Hanyi whispered, although he had worked hard, he still couldn't shoot the moving thing, which made Hanyi very depressed.

"Yi'er, although he is not outstanding now, it doesn't mean that he will not be successful in the future, don't look at your father is great now, but he was a complete fool when he was a child, he shot himself many times when he learned to draw a bow, but do you see that he is now, hasn't he also become the captain of the hunting team in the village because of archery?" Qingyue on the side said seriously: "So, when you encounter difficulties, don't give up, and tell you quietly, your father should let his mother take a fancy to him because of his character of not giving up."

"Ahem, cough, that Qingyue, can you save face for me in front of my son?" Han Jue said to Dongfang Qingyue in a slightly consultative tone.

"Hmm, what's the matter, you've been a captain for so long, and your temper has grown?Xiao Juezi, it's your honor to make this girl take a fancy to you, you know?" Dongfang Qingyue swept away her serious expression, and glared at Han Jue with a little anger and said.

"You... I'm going to say something more,

But when he saw Dongfang Qingyue's expression that he was about to blow up, he didn't say anything, and consciously went to the kitchen.

Xiao Hanyi knows that Mom and Dad are not really quarrelling, I don't know why, every time Dad lets Mom, Mom has never really been fierce to Dad, and Xiao Hanyi also knows that they all love Xiao Hanyi.

Suddenly, Xiao Hanyi jumped up, turned around, picked up the bow, and rushed out.

"Huh, Yi'er, your dad is cooking, where are you going?" Dongfang Qingyue shouted to the cold clothes who ran out.

"I want to be like my father, I will never give up any of the things I have decided, I don't have to wait for dinner, I will go to the back mountain to practice archery" As the winter clothes ran farther and farther, the voice became farther and farther away, until it was not clear to hear.

"Alas, your son is a small man, and he runs quite fast, and he is gone in a blink of an eye. Dongfang Qingyue was furious.

"Did he go out to practice archery?"

"Well, looking at his persistent look, it really looks like when you were a child"

"Just kidding, don't look at whose son he is"

"Oh, so you want to sleep on the floor tonight, okay, grandma will satisfy you today"

"???!!!Don't, can't I be wrong, he can do whatever you want"

"Huh, it's pretty much the same, be careful when you talk in the future, don't mess with my aunt and grandmother, I really let you sleep on the ground, hum"

"Then don't run to my floor again," Han Jue muttered quietly.

"What did you say?!"

"Nothing, nothing" This time Han Jue was really scared, and began to seriously deal with the wild boar in his hand.

......

"Well, why haven't I seen it here before, it's summer, how can this hole go and the cold air comes out," Hanyi muttered to himself into a small dark hole. Hanyi took out the lighting candle he brought with him and jumped down, although it was a small hole, but it was for adults, Hanyi was only four years old, and he was a circle smaller than his peers, and he could barely get in.

The cold inside is pressing, but the cold clothes not only didn't feel the same, but also felt comfortable for a while, as they continued to go deeper, they went farther and farther, and when the cold clothes who were usually very patient were impatient, when the cold clothes finally decided to turn around and go home, there was a little more looming blue light in the depths of the originally dark cave, although it seemed to be about to go out, but the cold clothes felt a very comfortable feeling. But what he didn't know was that this comfortable feeling was that the village uncle, who often hunted, would freeze to death here, but the winter clothes naturally seemed to be not afraid of the cold, and when even the adults in the village wore thick animal skins, he still ran around the village in the summer clothes woven by his mother. As we get closer to the light, this feeling of comfort grows stronger. Suddenly, the field of view began to widen.