murder begins in summer

Qiu Shili loves to drink milk very much, so Shi Zhanyang simply got two cows to raise in the small pasture in the middle of the forest, and they took turns changing the guard every day.Perhaps the fresh milk really helped. Qiu Shili was so tall that he was originally small. Shi Zhanyang had to bend over to talk to him face to face, but unknowingly, he grew to 14 meters nine when he was 1.6 years old. .

It is more than ten centimeters shorter than Shi Zhanyang.

His adoptive mother and elder brother agreed that the child has a bright future and will be at least 1.8 meters five and above in the future.

But Qiu Shili doesn't want to be a model. The biggest temptation for him to grow taller is that it is a concrete proof of "growing up" and "becoming stronger". As this change deepens, his elder brother will teach him more things.

He has been at Shi's family for seven years. During these seven years, he has learned a lot of skills, such as many languages, because he will often use them in business in the future, and at least make sure that there are no mistakes in daily communication.Apart from Chinese, Japanese, English, French and German, he is currently learning Italian.This is a language that Shi Zhanyang speaks extremely fluently, because his father has already handed over all the contacts and orders between his family and the Apennine Peninsula into his hands.

Qiu Shili also studied mathematics, physics and chemistry, as well as literature. He did not fall behind what ordinary children had learned in school, but sometimes he thought that learning more was not enough, because there were some things he only wanted his elder brother to teach, and his elder brother would not let him teach him. I just want to teach myself.

For example, when he grew to 1.5 meters, he was about ten years old. At that time, the scars left by practicing knives on his hands had healed, and he was able to kill an adult goat in 20 seconds with the original double-edged dagger. , Shi Zhanyang no longer let him practice hard all day long with this Chen Dao.

Qiu Shili will never forget that scene. All kinds of sabers were placed in a row, including the Nepalese scimitar with reversed blade, the slender, hard and thin Caucasus-style saber, and the M7 military thorn with black blade and light storage... There are as many as seven of them. , each with its own characteristics.

"Choose three that you want the most." Shi Zhanyang erected a tightly-knit scarecrow in front of the knife stand.

Qiu Shili bowed his head in deliberation, and first chose a curved handle, a straight handle, and a short single-edged handle, all of which he had never practiced before. Suddenly, a crazy but stubborn idea flashed across his mind.

"I want both." He gathered all the sabers together.

Shi Zhanyang laughed loudly, "Okay, then we can all practice. Nana, you should be greedy when you learn how to save your life."

He picked up different knives one by one, and demonstrated them to Qiu Shili on the scarecrow one by one. There was no detailed explanation, and there were no moves with excessive attack power, just a demonstration of a basic concept.

When the last saber was put down, even the wooden pillar supporting the scarecrow was broken into several pieces.

"When you can play with each kind of knife like this," Shi Zhanyang casually turned the butterfly knife in his hand, which was the one he demonstrated last, "You have to choose the one that suits you best and bring it with you."

"Which one did you choose?"

Shi Zhanyang blinked: "Secret, I don't want to affect your judgment."

In fact, he can't tell which one is the best, each has its own advantages, and each has its own applicable environment.The one I like to bring with me the most is very clear. It is the double-edged dagger he first taught Qiu Shili. It is extremely sharp and fast, and requires close combat. Although the risk is high, it is also exciting enough. The bulkiness of a katana sword.

Shi Zhanyang still likes things that are more delicate. Every time he slashes with a long knife, he feels very humorous and funny, just like a butcher chopping pigs and cattle. Maybe the rhythm of the long knife can only exist in dancing, but The charm of the short knife lies in the rupture and death contained in the moment of facing each other.

Now that he has accepted the fate of murder, he still wants to pursue a little precision and swift beauty.

For another example, when Qiu Shili grew to 1.6 meters, around the age of 12, he had already mastered the use of the four types of sabers. Shi Zhanyang said that he should be rewarded for growing taller, and he should be rewarded for practicing well, so he finally Let him touch the gun.

At that time, Shi Zhanyang was almost 20 years old, and he was used to the life of wearing a pistol behind his waist all day long, and he no longer kept a half-line record in his diary for every person who died under his gun.He didn't even open the diary for a long time.

Shi Zhanyang accepted his change calmly, and didn't worry about whether it was numbness or maturity. He is a very adaptable person, and he will not do self-torture at a loss.However, when he realized that his younger brother would also start to get in touch with and integrate into the life of holding a gun, his heart still couldn't stop beating wildly.

The first gun he gave to Qiu Shili was the most common .[-] revolver.

"Just like a knife, start with white rice." Shi Zhanyang said, "Will its recoil knock Nana down?"

He wanted to stay behind Qiu Shili for the time being and help him hold his arms and shoulders.

Qiu Shili asked, "How old was brother when he shot a gun for the first time?"

Shi Zhanyang said: "Same as you, 12 years old."

Qiu Shili asked again: "Is there someone to help?"

Shi Zhanyang smiled and said: "No, Dad said he would only consider helping me if I was a girl."

Qiu Shili also smiled, and he raised his pistol upright, facing the empty front, "Then I don't want to help it either. You don't think my brother still treats me like a sister."

"Hey," Shi Zhanyang was inexplicably a little shy, remembering the absurd things he did back then, but he still didn't let go, and helped him straighten his shoulders, "It was the first time I fell on my back, and I used it." This stupid big revolver is miserable!"

"Then I will fall too."

Shi Zhanyang thought about it for a while, and finally took two steps back, standing behind Qiu Shili, watching the white shirt hanging on his thin body, being blown by the wind.

He could see how much strength the bones in the white shirt were straining at the moment.

"Try it, feel it," Shi Zhanyang clapped his hands as if cheering up, "Relax, wait for the wind to stop first."

Before the words were finished, there was a loud noise, and the bullet flew somewhere. Qiu Shili sat down on the ground, but the gun was still in his hand, smoking, and he did not throw it away.He simply lay down on his back.

Shi Zhanyang approached, squatted down, and looked at him backwards. The two stared at each other, "How do you feel?"

"The pistol is so powerful." Qiu Shili frowned first and smirked, "The barrel is so hot." He held the pistol tightly to his chest, with his white fingers wrapped around the black barrel.

Immediately afterwards, the gun was insured by Shi Zhanyang, but it was not received.

"Nana, what are you doing with it?" Shi Zhanyang grabbed Qiu Shili's armpit and made him sit up, "It's not your wife. The wife is better than it, at least it won't go off."

Qiu Shili turned his head, the tail of his hair was stained with wet soil, hanging on his cheek, and he asked seriously, "Brother, will you sleep with your wife in your arms?"

Shi Zhanyang was stunned for a moment, resisting the idea of ​​patting the soil for him, stood up and looked at the tree crown above his head, and said sadly: "I don't have a wife!"

His pain is real. He thought that the blind dates arranged by his mother every day were miserable enough, but he never expected that when he was with this little brother who didn't know much about the world, he would actually be able to bring up the topic of his wife— ——These curse-like words really made him almost lose interest in marrying a wife and having children. He couldn't imagine that one day he would become like a father, marrying a wife and still looking for a mistress, and he had no impulse to get acquainted. Those eldest ladies who were born in similar families to themselves.

However, after thinking about it again, he was the one who mentioned that word first!Was he brainwashed by his mother?Shi Zhanyang shuddered, it was true, he didn't think about this kind of thing every day, he wanted to stop this inappropriate topic for children immediately, neatly, even severely.

However, he watched Qiu Shili start to ask in a straight voice, "If brother has a wife, would he hug her to sleep?"

Shi Zhanyang couldn't even force his voice, "It should be," he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and brushed off the unsightly dust on Qiu Shili's hair and shoulder sleeves, "This is the responsibility of the husband. "

Qiu Shili suddenly felt wronged for a moment, he thought, he had never been hugged to sleep.But he immediately realized that this idea was wrong, and hurriedly pushed it away. He searched for good words to describe girls in his mind for help, and found that he had extremely little experience in getting along with women, so he could only say dryly: "Sister-in-law must be a girl." A gentle and kind man."

Hearing this, Shi Zhanyang froze for a moment, feeling more and more that something was wrong with him all day.

Later, Qiu Shili grew to 1.6 meters nine, and he was not limited to the revolver for shooting. He liked to practice knives better than guns, and he felt more comfortable when holding cold weapons, so he asked himself to get along with guns more .

That day was the last day when I was 14 years old. At dusk, Qiu Shili was shooting in the open space in the forest. There were eight targets, each spaced ten meters apart, and the straight-line distance was 30 meters. He ran sideways and fired eight shots in a row, that’s all. Stopping at the end, squinting to see how many bulls-eyes he hit.

Before I could see how many, there was applause from behind, "I got four. That's okay, ナナ."

Qiu Shili was slightly disappointed, "There were six before, brother."

Shi Zhanyang came out from under the spruce and stood beside him, "Six times, are they all in the middle?"

"Yeah. The first one always hits the last one."

Shi Zhanyang nodded, "This means that in actual combat, if the light is as dark as it is now, you may waste one or two bullets before hitting the target. Refilling the gun is killing the time of survival."

He spoke very seriously, and Qiu Shili listened carefully, and felt ashamed. He squeezed the butt of the gun tightly, lowered his head and thought, why couldn't he shoot better?Why are you learning so slowly?

In the past two years, the elder brother spent less and less time at home, and there were not many times to watch him practice, but he did not perform well.

Shi Zhanyang rubbed his hair, and took the Italian 92 pistol from his hand, "I'll show you something fun." He laughed.

Changing the clip and reloading is an instant thing, that gun was just playing around in Shi Zhanyang's hands, the gunshots continued one after another, the clips on the table were quickly consumed, and the forest bird was startled flying under the blood-dripping sun, while his hand was as calm as Mount Tai , one target after another, the bullet holes fell evenly and firmly, forming the words.

On the first target, he fired thirteen shots, and when the smoke cleared, there was a correct letter M.

Second side, eight guns, letter Y.

On the third side and the fourth side, there are nine guns and two "ナ".

The four targets that Qiu Shili missed just now were written like printed words by Shi Zhanyang with bullets from right to left.

"Look at the page-turning order of reading Japanese novels." Shi Zhanyang put down the barrel of his gun, sweating profusely, and lit a cigarette to smoke.

Qiu Shili stared at those gun holes, his cheeks were already red without his explanation, M, Y, ナ, ナ...MYナナ?

What is his big brother doing!

But he didn't dare to ask, he didn't even dare to turn his face to look at Shi Zhanyang's face, he only saw his elder brother's dark gray vest and suit, and his cigar flickering in the twilight.He could only hear his own heart beating violently.

Shi Zhanyang came over and patted him on the shoulder, with the tenderness and indulgence of his elder brother, "When I was 15 years old, I was no better than you are now. Happy birthday, ナナ."

Qiu Shili looked up at him, "So this is my birthday present?"

Shi Zhanyang put down his cigar, looked at the round targets riddled with holes, and couldn't help laughing. He pinched Qiu Shili's stiff neck, "At most, it's an appetizer? I just played casually. I came back today to celebrate your birthday. what do you want?"

"I want to measure my height." Qiu Shili said.

He felt that a year had passed, and at least 1.7 meters was not a problem at all.

He leaned straight against the edge of the wall, and Shi Zhanyang was holding a meter stick beside him, squinting his eyes.

"169 centimeters." Shi Zhanyang said.

Qiu Shili refused to believe it.

Shi Zhanyang changed the ruler again, and called Mrs. Qiu to testify, and got the same result.

Qiu Shili was hit hard.

He squatted down on the spot and thought with his face propped up, didn't he grow a centimeter a year?I'm 100% dreaming right?

Shi Zhanyang also squatted down and comforted him: "This round is over, and there will be another round of concentrated growth."

Qiu Shili nodded suspiciously, but heard his adoptive mother drinking black tea and asking his eldest brother: "What did you do at the shooting range just now? Yangyang, you are the boss, and you are so naive to take your younger brother to mess around!"

Shi Zhanyang knew that it was probably the butlers who ran to watch and reported the secret in time, he smiled and said he was naive, it would be fine if he didn't deny it.

"Mom, I want to take ナナ out to continue messing around. It's my birthday, why don't you lend him to me for a day?" He pulled Qiu Shili up as he said that, without any intention of waiting for his mother's permission to leave, he turned to his younger brother and said, "Don't Depressed, change into formal clothes, I will wait for you in the living room."

watch movie clips

Shi Zhanyang likes to take Qiu Shili to the city to watch movies.

He has a man named Long Liudan who helps him keep an eye on various theater information, and he will promptly notify Shi Zhanyang about what is more fun and suitable for children to watch.

One day he recommended another blockbuster movie, which was full of hype. Shi Zhanyang happily went home to pick him up. First, he took Qiu Shili to Chinatown to eat Chaoshan beef pot, and then each of them held a double-ball ice cream. Cinema.

Who knew it was a tertiary film.

Maybe it's a bit too much to say that, this is a big Hollywood sci-fi production, but there are indeed a little more male and female action scenes.It's nothing more than a kiss, or a slap on the butt, both rolled in the bathtub half naked, this is Zhanyang's bottom line when challenging!

Shi Dashao, who couldn't stand the sand in his eyes, thought, the target is R-rated, and ナナ under the age of 17 must be watched under my guardianship.This is only right and proper, fortunately, I am here.

So, when the hero and heroine embraced passionately again, he obliged to turn sideways, raised his hand, took off Qiu Shili's 3D glasses, and covered his eyes.

Qiu Shili was unprepared. He was already blushing and heartbeating at the scene. Suddenly, the elder brother's palm came up, with the smell of dry tobacco and the faint milky aroma of the cone. The thin calluses from the guns grazed his eyelids.

His heart was beating faster, and it even hurt a little. He could only hear panting and flirting. He was so nervous that he subconsciously grabbed the handrail, just in time to grab Shi Zhanyang's sweater cuff.

On Shi Zhanyang's side, his wrist was being pulled by his younger brother with one hand, and his palms were itchy because of his eyelashes flickering with the other hand. He watched this overly lengthy passionate scene with cold eyes, absent-mindedly, and silently thought that he should teach Long Liudan a good lesson. The grandson has a meal, and it would be best to send him to make an adult movie.