Play is the most legitimate behavior of children, and toys are children's angels. - [Republic of China] Lu Xun

It didn't take long for me to gradually adapt to my new life, and when I got up one morning, I found that the man was also at home today, and after breakfast, he and my mother took me downstairs, the car was parked at the door of the unit, and the driver was fiddling with the steering wheel cover idlely. After we got in the car and sat down, we began to turn around and asked the man, "Big brother, go to the old lady?" The man snorted, he usually doesn't like to talk much, giving people a feeling of not being angry and arrogant, probably because he is the boss, he has to have this aura.

The driver took out a box from his arms, handed it to the man and said, "Well, I bought it from a stall two days ago, and I thought about giving it to Xiaopeng Peng to play." "This driver who is called Feng Fatzi is very good at being a person, very good at pleasing leaders, and usually has a promising attitude, but he is not overly flattering and makes people feel uncomfortable. Like his hand, on the surface, it was given to me, but it was handed over to the boss, probably he has figured out that now the man is eager to have a good relationship with me, and this gift is actually for the man to borrow flowers and offer Buddha. The man nodded with satisfaction, turned around and handed me the box: "Na, this is what your Uncle Feng gave you, thank you Uncle Feng." I took it: "Thank you, Uncle Feng!" "Oh, good boy, tell your uncle what you want to play in the future, and your uncle will buy you Ao." "No need, thank you, uncle." We know that this is just a polite remark.

You can see what is contained from the box.,A toy sand eagle (1),Although I haven't seen this kind of imitation toy gun.,But when I was a child, my uncle folded a paper gun for me with paper.,I also used to be on the side of "piu~piu~piu~" dubbing, while running all over the yard, liking weapons is probably a male instinct, advocating force, eager to conquer, so most boys will not refuse a toy gun. I immediately became excited when I held it in my hand, the feeling was very different from the handiwork made of paper, especially the trigger of this gun could be hooked. At that moment, I felt that I should become a hero in the world, and from then on the justice in the world would be guarded by me. Mom smiled at the way I liked it, took the toy, pulled the sleeve with a "click", and handed it back to me. I took it in confusion, and then went to hook the trigger, this time it didn't work, I thought she broke it for me, and I was about to have a seizure, and my mother said, "You make a little effort." "Hold back. I tried to put my middle finger on the trigger as well.

"Bang !!" I was taken aback, but the surprise was greater than the fright, this is a real gun, it is my weapon, it is too powerful, my soul of secondary two burned, I followed my mother's example, pulled down the sleeve, it didn't work, and I tried a few more times, but to no avail, I had no choice but to hand it to my mother, and let her get it for me. "Click~", "Bang!! "Click~", "Bang!! "Click~", "Bang!! ”…… After repeating this more than a dozen times, it was obvious that my mother was impatient: "Baby, Mom is tired, you can play by yourself." ”

It seems that it is better to rely on oneself than to ask for others, and the emperor lives up to his wishes. Finally, after more than ten minutes of hard work, I developed the limb loading technique of pushing the sleeve with both hands between the handles between my legs, although it was a little inefficient, but I was finally able to continue to entertain myself, and after a few shots, I found that when the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the white cloth on the back of the seat in the front row, the white cloth would flutter forward as the gun rang out. The next shot was aimed at the palm of the hand, and it was "Bang!" again. Sure enough, I felt the air current, as if I gently pestle my left hand with the fingers of my right hand, toys are toys after all, it seems that I overestimate the power of this weapon, and a trace of loss gradually welled up in my heart.

Put down the gun and look through the box. There is a pistol groove in the white sponge foam in the cardboard box, and there is a palm-sized square plastic bag inside, which is filled with "small yellow beans" (2), which must be bullets, and after fiddling with it for so long, I have found a way to remove the magazine, but I don't know what to do at the time, and now when I look at this situation, I immediately feel interested again.

Take out one, take the gun, open the magazine, push the bullet, close the magazine, tighten the upper leg, prepare to load, and put it against the left hand ...... "bang!! "Ahh Wow!! Woo......" threw down the pistol and wailed. The chatter of the three adults in the car was interrupted by my crying, except for the driver, who wanted to continue driving, the other two people looked at me, and my mother quickly moved over, picked me up, and asked me what was wrong. What's wrong with me? I felt like my hand was blown off, my hand was gone! The hot drill is distressed, and I can't say anything except crying.

My mother saw me covering my hands and threw away my gun and asked me if I was holding my hands, I shook my head and cried, she was obviously frightened by me, and grabbed my left hand and rubbed and blew it on me, and I was able to take the opportunity to see the injury. My God, the left hand is half white and half red, the red place is half red and half purple, there is a pit in the middle of the purple, and the surrounding of the pit is already swollen and high, and this injury has a common name in the Northeast, called Purple Bean! "I ...... I...... Gun to ...... Put the gun on the hand...... The opponent hit. "I was tired from crying, and I was numb from the pain, I don't know if it was adrenaline or endorphin, but it didn't hurt much, so I could explain the ins and outs.

"You stupid boy! Tiger (3) What's going on?! "Mom blamed me for the first time, but the hand movement did not stop, and kept sticking my hand to her face, my hand was burning, put it on her face, cool, it was indeed a lot better, but the fly in the ointment was that the slippery and greasy makeup on her face made me a little uncomfortable. The man looked back, but now that most of his body has turned around, his concern is overflowing, and he can't stop asking what's wrong? It hurts or not. I didn't have the strength to reply to him, I just sobbed intermittently. As for Feng, who was driving, he couldn't hide his embarrassment, and he couldn't help but look at me from the rearview mirror.

The so-called good scar forgot the pain, crying for a while, I gradually calmed down, my mother hugged me, never put me down again, I bent down to reach my toy gun, "no face!" It doesn't hurt again? Mom snatched the toy, opened the magazine, and found that there were no bullets in it, so she closed it with confidence, confiscated the rest of the bullets in the box, put them in her pocket, and dared to hand me the gun. I was carrying a gun, and I didn't have the heart to play anymore, so I simply looked out the window, and before I knew it, the tall buildings outside the window had turned into cornfields and groves.

I also asked my mother with a crying voice, "Mom, why is this going?" "Mom took you to see my mother, your grandma, grandma saw you when you were still in your arms when you were a child, and now she must want to spoil you."