"Phew, it's been a long time since I've had a dream like this. ”

Chris thought as he got up and drank a cup of herbal tea. Then simply put on your clothes and walk out of the house in the middle and into the house on the left.

"Stinky boy, get up quickly, it's time for morning exercise. ”

Chris yelled at the ears of the child who was still sleeping in the quilt with one hand and subconsciously grabbed the warm quilt.

The child was in a coma at this time, but his mouth still muttered meaningfully:

"Isn't it a rest today, why do you have to exercise in the morning!"

Then, ignoring the pain caused by the severe deformation of his ears, he took advantage of the middle-aged man's slippery hands, turned his head and buried his head in the quilt to continue to complete his precious sleep.

"Stinky boy, I said that I would let you play more yesterday, and I got up early this morning to make up for a morning exercise, and now talking doesn't count?"

The middle-aged man began to pull the quilt next to the bed again, and his voice roared out of the room.

"Today isn't a weekend off, let him sleep more, it's hard to get up early. ”

A gentle voice floated out of the smoke-soaked room on the right, and then came out thinking it was plainly dressed..... Although she was plain and coarse, she still couldn't hide her pale complexion and luxurious demeanor.

"No, daughter-in-law, man, you must do what you promised, otherwise how will you gain a foothold in the mainland in the future, I want to ........ Ay.... Ay...... It hurts, daughter-in-law...."

"The foothold has to grow up and stand again, it's still not your son, quickly tidy up the backyard, every time you are asked to do housework, you will be blocked. ”

The lady who was called daughter-in-law pulled Chris's ear and walked out of the room.

"Yo yo... Tap, tap, daughter-in-law, you rest, I'll go, although it's your turn to take care of the child on the weekend, but you can't indulge him. ”

The middle-aged man rubbed his ears and muttered as he slowly moved towards the bamboo forest in the backyard.

At the back of the house, there is a gravel path that leads to a bamboo grove in the backyard, where there is a pavilion and a small martial arts training ground, which Chris built himself when he moved here more than a decade ago.

On weekdays, there will always be small birds, small squirrels or other small animals in the bamboo forest foraging and playing, today's bamboo forest seems extraordinarily quiet, only hear the sound of the bamboo leaves swaying with the wind, usually the purple spotted dog will run to the backyard to walk and sleep after chasing the small animal, today did not see the dog shadow, did not hear the dog bark. Chris walked along the gravel path as if sensing something, straightened up, his languid gait became lighter, and walked quickly into the depths of the bamboo forest.

The gravel path leads to the dense bamboo forest behind the courtyard, in the bamboo forest there is a tens of meters square open space, the ground seems to be compacted and clean as if it has been rolled by a stone mill, and the round stone pillars with a height of three or four meters are connected to the top of the top at intervals of one meter to enclose the open space, to prevent the bamboo from tilting to the open space, usually those birds and beasts like to stand on it the most to bask in the sun and sing, at this time they can not see their figures. Patches of moss and vines on the pillars show how old the stone bars have been placed here. Outside the clearing, a winding path paved with small gravel leads to a pavilion not far from the inside, the pavilion is located slightly close to the rock wall of the back mountain, and a small spring on the mountain flows down the rock wall, and flows into a small pool not far from the pavilion, and the water in the pool is led to the foot of the mountain and meets the stream through the small ditch dug out by hand. The sun shines into the gazebo warm in winter and cool in summer, which is simply a resort for health and vacation.

The foundation part of the pavilion is piled up with stones to prevent moisture, the pavilion pillar is supported by six corners of the big yellow bamboo with the thickness of the arm, and the top of the pavilion is densely woven into the top with a finer green bamboo, the top of the pavilion is prominent, the angle of the four weeks is slightly lower, the top is expanded to the four corners as the center, and the six branch corner pillars are slightly upturned to prevent the top area of water, and then the big bamboo is cut open, the middle bamboo is opened, and the top is interlocked into a piece to form a canal trough, firm and tough, even if the storm hits, this pavilion is not afraid at all。

Between the pavilion and the gravel path, there are dozens of steps piled up with strip-shaped stones, and the small pool outside the pavilion is as clear as a mirror, and the mirror surface occasionally has the slightest ripple swaying, I don't know whether it is caused by the playful fish paddling across the water or the bamboo leaves on the trees falling on the water surface.

At this time, there were two figures, one large and one small, standing in the pavilion, and the thin man was obviously a child. The two of them were as straight as bamboos, and they stood in the same position, both covered with long black cloaks with hoods, and nothing else could be seen. At this time, he was watching the bamboo leaves in the pond spinning and being dragged back and forth by the small fish, and the purple spotted dog was lying quietly at the foot of the black robe, his eyes closed and motionless.

"Hey, who of you, why did you steal my dog. ”

"This useless stupid dog, people stew you, you probably don't know how to hang up, and you help others count bones. ”

Chris shouted as he stood outside the pavilion.

....... Quiet........

The black-cloaked man in the pavilion was silent and motionless. Only the sound of the wind blowing through the bamboo leaves.

"Ahem....."

Chris coughed twice in embarrassment and walked towards the pavilion.

"No wonder I had such a strange dream in the morning, I should have guessed that it was you, or so humorless, stiff as the bamboo I planted in my backyard. ”

At this moment, the cloaked figure in the pavilion turned:

"I heard them say that you are here a long time ago, but I didn't expect that you can bear it, and the environment here is really good. ”

"Hehe, what's so unbearable about this. ”

Chris's face rose slightly, his eyes closed, and the corners of his mouth arced with satisfaction,

"Ha, how good, away from strife and conspiracy, power and desire, here, worryless, free, there are mountains and rivers, there are delicate wives and young children, and this leper dog, there is a unique bamboo forest within this radius, if you are bored, you can go to the town tavern to drink, listen to those young adventurers and mercenary groups brag, listen to their stories about exploring in the Leiyin Mountain, how pleasant. ”

"No one could have imagined that these words would come out of your mouth. ”

The black-cloaked man replied lightly.

"Hehe, what an unexpected, I'm now a lobster lying on the beach basking in the sun. ”

Chris stretched and looked at the kid next to him.

"Next to your child, tsk, I didn't expect you to have a child, even dressed like you, not even the way you speak.......... Blame it...... Hahahaha, oops.... Don't say it, don't say it, don't be like this, there's a child next to me, I can see that I feel cold!"

Before Chris could stand still in the pavilion, a cold look shot at him through the cloak.

"You said you ......... Hey, I won't talk about it, I'm a patient, stop... Ah!...h

The purple spotted dog next to him looked at his master's embarrassment with half-open disdain, changed his position and continued to sleep, as if he still remembered that his master said that it was a Laipi dog.

"Okay, I'm here for you this time."

The black-cloaked cloaked didn't bother to pay attention to him.

The surface of the calm pond fluctuates violently when the fish emerge to eat the bamboo leaves, and it cannot be calm for a long time. The black cloak covered the child, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but the corners of his stubborn clothes swayed unconsciously in the breeze.

"You say. ”

Chris is rarely serious.

The man in black came over and squatted down to face the child's shoulders to face him, his tenacious eyes softened a little, and he looked at the dark and bright eyes under the little cloak:

"Little Lane, I'm going to do something, and you're here to listen to Uncle Chris, and I'll come back to you when I'm done. ”

The little boy's originally pretended calm face appeared to slowly purse a small mouth, and the small mouth tried very hard to put it down, but instead it pouted higher.

"Wow...... Thunder...... Wow.. Woooooo

Two small hands clasped the neck of the man named Thunder, and hung his head on his shoulders, as if he would not leave if he tightened some more Thunder.

Ray supported the little boy's trembling body with one hand, and gently stroked the little boy's head with the other.

"Little Ryan, tell me what I have to do if I want to be a shooter. ”

When little Ryan was almost whimpering, Ray asked softly.

"To... To be fed, to .... Be strong. ”

The little boy choked.

"So what do you have to do to be a good shooter? ”

"To.... Be well fed and strong. ”

"So what do you have to do to be a great shooter? ”

The two just hugged each other and asked and answered.

“...... Be well fed and strong. ”

The boy sniffled, and Ray arranged the boy's clothes with his hands to make him comfortable.

"I want to be the best shooter. ”

"Be well fed and strong. ”

Chris stood beside him, covering his face, not allowing himself to show any expression, if someone told him here that the best marksman was trained like this, he would probably laugh crazy, but this is what Ray said, "Gentleman's Arrow" Ray said, then it may be true.

But Chris couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Then I want to be God's best marksman. ”

“...... Well fed, strong...."

The boy's voice was a little confused.

"Then I want to be God's best marksman. ”

..............

The little boy didn't know if he was tired or tired of crying, his eyes slowly sank, although he tried to open them, but it was too warm in Lei's arms, and he was still muttering in his mouth. Full, strong..... Went to sleep.