[Comprehensive Korean Drama] Attack!Male match!

Too leisurely days can't last too long after all.

The next day, Ferranante had to go out with Flame to do some business.

Because it is easy to have a well-equipped shooting/shooting range, it is not boring in the rain, so after breakfast, I said goodbye to Ferranante and went straight there.

Putting on the earphones, and making a few bangs, Zhengyu looked at his accuracy with a slightly sad look.

The fixed target is at this level, if it is replaced by a living person, it will basically miss the target, right?

Yes, living people.

Please don't be surprised, because Mr. Ferranante Burroughs once analyzed all aspects of the situation for him very seriously. In the end, both of them reached an agreement. Both believed that in the next few decades, the possibility of living targets appearing high.

Changed the cartridges/clips again, and just as Zheng Yu raised his hand to prepare for the second time, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of another arm sticking out from the position of the other, and the hand scattered with age spots firmly held the cold arm. The guy, and then, within ten seconds, the entire magazine/clip was finished, with almost no pause in the middle.

The electronic machinery sounded, and Zheng Yu immediately felt ashamed.

Except for the two nine rings, the rest are all ten rings.

Old Bris frowned dissatisfied, shook his head, and put down his gun.

He turned sideways, raised his chin facing Zhengyu, "You do it, I'll watch."

If Ferlanant is an energetic and scheming young leader wolf, then old Bris is an old wolf king who survived all kinds of hardships.

Maybe the old wolf king has already retired, but his aura will not weaken, but will become more pure and restrained with the passage of time.

At this moment, old Bo Ruisi's body was straight, and it was no longer like a young man whose clear eyes were full of the accumulation of years and the crystallization of wisdom. The head wolf of a generation of pups.

Zhengyu's nerves tensed subconsciously, and then, like a robot that had been instructed, he quickly turned around, raised his arms, and quickly aimed at the distant target.

Naturally, he couldn't shoot without intervals like old Bryce, so there would be a short pause of a few seconds between each shot.

And old Briss also commented in the most refined language during these frequent pauses, and then used his experience of most of his life to propose ways to improve.

Sure enough, everything is more expensive than fine.

In just one hour, Zheng Yu deeply felt that he had benefited a lot. To put it bluntly, there was a class given by the old man today, and he had to fumble for half a month on his own.

"Let's be here today."

Seeing the fine beads of sweat oozing from the face of the young man in front of him, he had clearly reached the limit of his training intensity, but he was still holding on with his face unchanged, Old Buris nodded in satisfaction, using the still cold and no temperature The voice said, "Continue tomorrow."

It's okay not to say, upon hearing this, Zhengyu immediately felt that these two arms were no longer his own, and they were sore, swollen and painful.

After holding on to his breath for such a long time, as soon as he relaxes now, all the exhaustion and stress from just now are all gone in one go.

"Thank you."

Looking at Zhengyu's bright smile that did not change, Old Bo Ruisi turned his eyes a little uncomfortable, "Mmm."

The child's smile was too pure, and it was impossible to be cold towards him.

Such a pure and passionate soul, to them, is like a ray of light in the dark, as long as it has been cared for, it can no longer let go.

Perhaps, he finally fully understood why the eldest son fell/fallen.

Old Bryce couldn't help but want to thank God again, thank God for sending someone to save his son's soul, so that he will not be alone for the rest of his life.

Zheng Yu chuckled a few times in his heart, slandering him endlessly.

If I said that I was not sure yesterday, then the conclusion is already certain.

Oh, what a lovely old gentleman.

Arms are sore, but both legs are fine.

Zheng Yu stepped forward quickly, and before the other party could react, he gave a big hug, "Thank you."

The old Boris, who had lived half his life, suddenly felt at a loss. The moment he was hugged by this young man just now, he almost stuck his fingers in his aorta!

What a stinky brat!

However, old Bo Ruisi froze for a long time, blinked, hugged him unskillfully, and then, as if he suddenly realized something, quickly let go of his embrace, turned around and left quickly.

Zhengyu stood there in the empty shooting range for a moment, then crouched down on the ground with her belly in her arms, unable to get up for a long time.

Oh, what a lovely awkward old man.

After tidying himself up, Zheng Yu saw the man in black who had been waiting outside for an unknown amount of time as soon as he walked out of the shooting range. He squinted his eyes and looked at him for a moment. Oh, it seemed that he was one of the two people who followed behind old Bris just now?

"Master Zhengyu," the manservant who has been with his master for most of his life smiled and said to the exquisite-looking black-haired and black-eyed young man in front of him, "Master, let me tell you that due to your training intensity, maybe you will need a professional press/ Moses."

masseur?

Zhengyu subconsciously began to look up and down the person in front of him.

At the age of 50 or so, the exposed parts of the face and arms inevitably bear the marks of time.

Then Zhengyu shuddered fiercely.

No!

The whole space seemed silent for a moment.

The expression of the old manservant seemed to stiffen slightly, and then he continued with impeccable demeanor, "The massage/massage room is at the back, please allow me to lead the way for you." At the end, he did not forget to add, "Bris' family has the latest Professional massage/massage/therapist."

"Thank you."

Zhengyu thanked him from the bottom of his heart.

It's great to clear up the misunderstanding.

Despite the timely and luxurious maintenance and relaxation, the discomfort from the lack of exercise in the arm still cannot be completely eliminated in a short period of time.

So at the lunch table, Zhengyu, with trembling arms, could only try his best to ignore Darren's curious gaze from time to time.

None of the Bryce brothers came back for lunch. Galia expressed a little bit of regret about this, and Zhengyu and Darren also felt the same way.

Old Bryce?Oh, sorry, we couldn't capture enough useful information from the target's long-frozen face.

Although it is not the Bryce mansion, the living room here still occupies a considerable area.

Zheng Yu especially likes the southeast corner.

It was not far from the fireplace. Although the actual function of this gadget was far less than the ornamental function under the action of the central air conditioner, this did not prevent Zhengyu from loving it from the bottom of his heart.

After all, it is an indescribable enjoyment to watch the snowflakes fall outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and listen to the crackling of firewood in your ears, isn't it?

Looking out of the window, the ground is pure white, and the frozen lake has long been covered by thick snow.

Wrapped in silver, it is so clean that it is amazing.

Zheng Yu quickly set up the easel, then quickly handled the canvas, picked up the palette and fiddled with it a few times, touched the paint and was ready to start.

"What are you doing?"

The immature small/milk cavity is mixed with the occasional crackling firewood, which is extraordinarily soft and tickling.

Hearing the sound, Zheng Yu turned around to look, and saw a custard steamed stuffed bun next to her leg that was trying to raise her face and looked at it.

Darren was holding a model of an armored vehicle made of bullet casings in his arms. The one-foot-long model could even open the door, with all the parts inside, and the chain track could also rotate.

In a word, it is exquisite.

Zhengyu smiled and bent down, looking at Darren at the same level, "Drawing."

"Painting?" A daze appeared in the beautiful blue eyes, and the long and curly eyelashes fluttered a few times.

"Yes, painting," Zhengyu put down the palette in his hand, and couldn't help asking, "Do you want Darren to come together?"

Children are naturally very interested in colorful things, so Darren's eyes widened not surprisingly.

But in the next second, he lowered his head in a slightly dim manner, and muffled a word from under his little furry head, "I won't."

Zhengyu smiled, hugged the little guy over and rubbed it gently, "It's okay, I didn't know it when I was young, wait for me for a while, I'll go get the paintbrush, okay?"

Darren is still too young now, and he doesn't seem to have the skills of his previous life, so it's a bit early to use paint directly.

Fortunately, when Zhengyu is free, he often uses oil pastels to match colors, and there is still a box of new ones in the bedroom that has not been opened yet.

So after more than an hour, old Bryce, who came out of the study for a walk, saw this scene:

His little grandson, who had always been taciturn, was lying on the long-haired carpet with that young man, concentrating on studying something.

Two people, one big and one small, had their heads tightly together, their expressions and movements were surprisingly consistent, and occasionally they would let out one or two exclamations and laughter full of joy.

The afternoon sun shines in through the pure glass windows and gently sprinkles on them. Everything beautiful is like a painting, and even the air seems to be faintly sweet.

Looking at the scene in front of him, countless thoughts flashed through the mind of old Bo Ruisi, and a certain corner in the bottom of his heart gradually became softer.

Is it the simplest kind of warmth that I have been pursuing so hard?

After watching quietly for a while, Old Bryce didn't make a sound, let alone disturb them in the past, but just left as quietly as when he came.

The one big and one young lying on the carpet knew nothing about what happened just now, and they were having a pleasant teaching activity.

The participants are still the two people from yesterday, but the roles have changed drastically.

Two pairs of legs, one long and one short, were raised in the air, swinging back and forth in a tacit understanding, looking leisurely and at ease.

Obviously, the kid Darren successfully inherited the excellent genes of the elders, and soon successfully mastered the use of oil pastels and some tricks of stick figures.

After successfully smearing a few human-like matchsticks, Darren began to draw family members with great interest.

A circle, a few straight lines, well, this is a person.

"Great!" Mr. Xu Zhengyu, who will never dampen the enthusiasm of children, gave enthusiastic admiration to any abstract lines displayed in front of his eyes.

Darren pursed his lips slightly, looking a little shy.

"This is Grandpa." A matchstick with an overly rigid headline.

"This is Grandma." A pie-shaped thing with fiery red lips.

"This is Uncle." Uh, two green eyes?

"This is Dad." Well, the drooping corners of the eyes easily allow the audience to identify this person.

"this is me."

Zheng Yu smiled and looked at the human body/body made of two glutinous rice balls, and gave an unreserved kiss to the little angel who looked at her with expectant eyes, "It's awesome."

Well, he kept reassuring himself that for a kid who was under four years old and obviously touched a paintbrush for the first time, this level, uh, was pretty passable.

The characters are divided into two rows, with the old Mr. and Mrs. Bryce in the back, Ferlanant and himself in the front, and Flame and Darren in the front.

However, Zhengyu soon noticed that Darren Xiaotangyuan's two hands were raised upwards, and his left hand was connected with Flame's right hand.

It should mean holding hands, right?

So, what about the empty right hand?

Zheng Yu subconsciously asked this question, and regretted it the next second.

But Darren's next performance was far beyond his expectations.

Darren seemed to be thinking for a while in distress, tilted his head, and said slowly, "Mom has gone to heaven, and Dad said that we will, um, meet her in decades, but Darren still wants to draw her. "

Zheng Yu stretched out his hand to hug him, and said softly, "Good boy, your father is right. My father also went to heaven when I was very young."

Darren's blue eyes widened slightly, "Really?"

Zheng Yu nodded with a smile, "Yes," and said with a little distress, "Unfortunately, I don't even remember what he looks like."

Darren looked like a little adult, nodded sympathetically, and frowned, "I don't remember either." The common experience made Darren suddenly feel that the distance between this beautiful big brother and him is even greater. close.

Zhengyu kissed his little /face/, and said softly, "Well, maybe, maybe they became good friends in heaven? Maybe, they are watching us draw."

"Will it be?"

"Yes, because Darren is a good boy to be proud of."

"Oh."

A moment of silence.

"What is pride?"

"Pfft haha."

The author has something to say: Oh, Zheng Yu is an angel who spreads the Gospel la la la