If someone else hasn't seen Ji Jin for nearly seven years, they may not be able to recognize it at first sight, but for people like Duan Zhaorong and Duan Zhaoan, they can still recognize it at a glance even if they are seven or ten years apart.

A person's facial features do change very much with age, but a big change refers to the growth of the entire facial features, and in subtle terms, this change will not be too big.

His facial features are long, and Ji Jin, who is already an adult, has handsome eyebrows, mellow eyes, and the arrogance that should be there at this age is flying between his eyebrows, but what does not change is his expression.

Publicized and vibrant, revealing the arrogance of the prince of Beijing, even if he becomes mature, the arrogance that has been cultivated long ago will not be lost, but will be lost with the loss of time, from the arrogance on the surface to the deep gestures, this arrogance is no longer frivolous and superficial, but also mature and confident performance.

Now, Ji Jin is still a certain distance from the latter.

Duan Zhaorong looked at the guy who was still a diced turnip bean before he left, and then he became a big guy in a blink of an eye, and then looked at him with a calloon on his left cheek, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled: "You are left-handed, yes, much better than I imagined." ”

Only those who know what Duan Zhaorong is talking about, Ji Jin raised his eyebrows, and he was a little proud: "Of course, if you want to touch the gun when the young master was three years old, and directly shoot with real ammunition at the age of ten, after so many years, you have to have a good point to advance." You can't go back backwards! ”

"You're really gifted at this." Duan Zhaorong patted him on the shoulder heavily, this kid said that he was ten years old and directly shot the target with real ammunition is not an exaggeration, when he was shooting the target, he still sneaked him and Duan Zhaoan in.

Duan Zhaoan was calm, touched the gun, and left alone after taking a shot, for fear of being found and punished.

Ji Jin was young, and he was run by Aunt Ji, and the old man Ji wanted to take his grandson to the army, hide the bullets at home, and hold the gun for Ji Jin to play with when he was a child.

Ten-year-old Ji Jin dismantled the gun and held the gun...... It's a veteran. It's just that there has never been a real gun on target.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Ji Jin knew that he recalled the incident when he took himself to secretly shoot the target, and he couldn't help laughing, "It's thanks to Brother Zhaorong who took me to shoot the target that I let the master know that there is such a ......."

As he was talking triumphantly, the back of his head was hit hard, and the smell of a leather bag wafted to the tip of his nose.

It was Ji's mother, who had a black face, who directly picked up the small cross-bag in her hand and beat her son on the back of the head.

"Ouch, Mom, what are you doing, you're not afraid to beat me into a fool." Ji Jin didn't finish speaking, covering the back of his head and looking at Ji Mu with an aggrieved expression.

Ji Muliu's eyebrows were raised, and her well-maintained fingers were directly pointed at Ji Jin's forehead, "You kid is not big or small, your mother and I are here, dare to say a little master in front of me, don't fight for three days, go to the house and lift the tiles." It's ticklish, isn't it? ”

As he spoke, he lifted up the luxury brand-name small span bag with five numbers on the price and beat Ji Jin. 、

Ji Jin was originally agile, but after training in the army for a year, his agility increased a lot, and when he saw the expensive bag hit him again, he dodged flexibly and hid behind Duan Zhaorong.

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