(a)

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When no one was around, I found a corner in the yard and helped Mr. Shen fire a few test shots in order to calibrate the performance of the shotgun.

I aimed at the stack of firewood in front of me, and aimed at a piece of firewood that was a little protruding when it was placed, and that piece of firewood had a distinct scar knot on it, just like a round, similar target paper.

I gently pulled the trigger and felt a slap in the shoulder socket.

With a thud, the bullet hit the center of the tree's scar, and the whole piece of wood burst out with countless debris, and a puff of pale blue smoke rose in the sunlight, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke and burning char.

I've never shot a bullet of this magnitude before.

I put down my gun and stood there, sadly discovering that, just like riding a bicycle, there are skills that you learn and don't have to practice every day, and those skills will always be there.

I haven't practiced shooting for so many years, and when I raise my gun and shoot, my head is still the same.

It is an indelible mark you have left on my life and a precious gift from my father in my previous life.

You told me that the target for shooting was on the inside, not outside.

I think of the sparrow we buried in the woods.

In fact, Yichen's marksmanship is also very good. He loved to hunt when he was young and was an excellent hunter with a lot of experience. Flash Dance.

The first prey he ever hunted was a turtle dove. He was only 12 years old at the time. Seeing the chubby turtledove fall from the branches of the tree in the roar of gunfire, he was filled with a sense of accomplishment and cheered very excitedly.

He later told me that it was a turtledove couple who had shot the male turtledove, leaving the female turtledove and fleeing in panic.

He said with deep remorse: "Look at what I did when I was younger. ”

In his heart, he has always vaguely believed that he and Liang Xin's mother could not grow old, and it was related to the fact that he killed too many people when he was young.

If you always let other beings lose their love, how can you grow old with your partner?

Later, he realized the mistake of this behavior, and although he sometimes played with a shotgun, he never killed again.

There are very few people in the company who know that Mr. Yichen can also use a shotgun. He had always been careful to keep a quiet and low-key profile in this regard, and only his old friends of many years would know that he had once been a good hunter.

In addition to using a shotgun, Mr. Yichen preferred to go out hunting with a longbow when he was younger.

In his previous article, he wrote: It is difficult to make a smoothbore gun by yourself, but it is completely possible to make a good bow by yourself.

He also believed that it was more ethical to hunt forest animals with bows and arrows than to use firearms. At least 35xs, you'll have to put in a lot more effort and price to get food. Modern firearms make killing easier and easier, less and less skillful, less and less risky, and people just keep increasing the evil thoughts of killing, but they don't grow the strength and spirit of the wild.

Yi Chen sadly believes that this is the regression of civilization and the degradation of human nature.

From youth to old age, a person's outlook on life and values can change by leaps and bounds.

Now Mr. Yichen is more inclined to Tang Seng's famous view in "Journey to the West": walking does not hurt the lives of ants, and cherishes moth gauze lamps.

His views now are more and more consistent with your views back then.

Thinking about these things near and far, I subconsciously took out a few more bullets, did a few test firings, and tested the performance of both barrels.

Then, as promised to Mr. Shen, I began to fine-tune the ruler, crosshairs, and details of the scope for him.

My heart was like the forest outside, shrouded in a layer of pale blue smoke.

I miss you so much.

I miss the times when I was by your side, helping you pack up your guns and maintain them together.

Those times that will never come again, those times that can only shine with a warm yellow light in this book.

(b)

Although it didn't take much physical exertion, I felt physically and mentally tired.

Exposure to things that bring back painful memories always burns me out quickly.

After doing the promised work, I walked out of the cabin with my shotgun.

I noticed that the light rain had stopped for a long time. The sky, which had been gloomy just now, cleared up in an instant. A golden glow appeared between the clouds.

The sun is shining outside, and the warm light reflects on the walls of the wooden house, which will refresh people who have been soaked in the humidity for many days.

I made myself a pot of instant coffee with an electric kettle, poured a cup, and sat on the steps of the hallway of the cabin, basking in the bright sun, trying to brighten my mood again.

When writing a work as a whole, there is often no boundary between the inside and outside of the work.

I go back and forth between the world with you and the world without you, between the life around you and the life of eternal separation from you, and I feel torn and torn apart physically and mentally. That sharp sting in the heart is something that no one can experience and cannot convey in words.

I took small sips of bitter coffee and stared blankly at the canopy in the distance.

I casually placed the double-barreled shotgun on the floor near the inside of the wall of the room. It was also filled with two unfinished bullets. I'm going to finish my coffee and take it out and put it back in the box.

It's quiet in the camp, and there's not much anyone walking around. Mr. Shen was nowhere to be seen.

I feel lonely.

There are different degrees and types of loneliness.

An island in the middle of a lake is a kind of loneliness; A towering mountain is another kind of solitude.

But the loneliness of the former is not so deep, because sooner or later there will always be ships and travelers coming to the shore. But the loneliness of the latter may be eons of millennia. On this planet, until now, there are still many virgin peaks that humans have never climbed.

My loneliness at the moment is the kind of loneliness that stands on the wall and is lonely at the top.

(c)

As I picked up my cup and took the last sip of my coffee, I suddenly heard a deafening gunshot from the distance of the stone.

When I looked back, I saw a colorful fringed grouse, like a feathered rocket, leaping up from the grass at the entrance of the camp, unscathed and flying into the short-leaved pine forest.

When did it hide in the grass near the camp? After sitting for so long, I didn't hear its cooing, nor did I hear any movement from the grass.

Locals say that before it opened for tourism, it was a hidden paradise for grouse, which was not very afraid of people and often swaggered through the streets of the town.

Nowadays, there are very few grouses that dare to approach human settlements to such a distance. Fortunately, this reckless grouse escaped this time and was lucky to save his life.