The Villainess Female Supporting Character Raising Her Bun

Hearing the affirmative answer, Cheng Huan was a little happy. She pushed open the prototype glass door, took her son out of it, and asked Jiang Mingyuan: "Where shall we go first?"

Jiang Mingyuan said: "Wait for Old Liu first."

Lao Liu and the others also stayed in this hotel, renting the villa next door to them, a helicopter style.

The three of them waited for a while at the door and saw Lao Liu's family. Lao Liu and Madam Liu were walking in front, and their son followed behind.

The two groups met, and after discussing the meeting, they decided to go to the garrison camp first. Old Liu had been a soldier there for a few years and was very familiar with them, so he could be a guide for them.

The garrison camp has been transformed into a museum, and the original barracks are exhibition halls.

A few people drove to the destination. From the time they got off the car, Lao Liu's mouth never stopped.

At the door: "The guard box at this door didn't exist when I was a soldier. It must be built later."

I walked into the door and saw the tree: "Oh, this tree was used when I was a soldier. The island is short of fresh water, so we picked it up when it rained and kept it for watering. I didn't expect it to grow so big."

Arriving at the barracks: "I lived on the third floor at the time. There were eight people in a house. We will check it out later. I don’t know if the house is still there."

The barracks are very different from before. They are divided into exhibition halls. The glass-enclosed booths contain many things that have been used before, including shovels, pots, rolling pins, and military uniforms. They are all common things. Nothing special.

Lao Liu still thinks about these seemingly ordinary things. He likes to tell people how these things were used at the time. Under his description, those memories of the past seem to be transformed into vivid scenes. In front of others.

There were more than a few of them staying in this exhibition hall. There were also a few other waves of tourists. The things on display here were unremarkable and hard to arouse other people’s interest. Originally, they were all going to leave, but after hearing Lao Liu’s explanation, they started again I became interested and gathered around to listen to his story.

Someone joined in, Lao Liu was even more excited, almost always answering questions. The original staff in the pavilion was crowded aside, looking a little embarrassed.

There were so many people, Cheng Huan was afraid that the child would be squeezed, so he took the stars back out after speaking. Jiang Mingyuan guarded them and followed them.

The exhibition hall on the first floor is not big. They almost visited it just now, and there was nothing to look at. Cheng Huan suggested to go up and take a look.

This proposal was unanimously approved by the father and son, and the three of them walked up the stairs to the second floor.

The second floor has also undergone a major renovation and is more entertaining. The first is the combat drill room. When you walk in, there is a map on the wall. There is a large sand table in the middle of the house. The red and blue sides are facing each other in the sand table. The fighting was fierce.

There is only one sand table, but there are many people who want to experience beating Fang Yao. The remaining people consciously wait in two lines, and the people waiting are not idle. All kinds of people give their ideas and try to make them follow their own lines. The idea of ​​commanding the army.

The star was still small and couldn't understand the sand table. Jiang Mingyuan held him in his arms, stayed for a few minutes, and then said he wanted to go out.

Jiang Mingyuan didn't care about this, and Cheng Huan didn't mean to stay, so he nodded and agreed: "Let's go."

Next to the "Combat Command Room" is a "gun room" where you can experience shooting. The gun room is very long and looks about 30 meters in depth. There is a trainer inside to help wear protective gear and remind you of precautions.

Like the "Combat Command Room", there are many people waiting to play here. Boys naturally like guns, and stars also like them, jumping in his father's arms to play guns.

Jiang Mingyuan was almost overwhelmed by his collapse. He reached out and patted his little ass to calm people down. The stars looked at him and began to pretend to be pitiful: "Dad, I want to play this."

"I really want to!" He suffocated, then came up with three more words to deepen his feelings.

"Hey, we can play when we are in line."

The little guy hasn't done it yet: "But I want to play now."

There are a lot of people in line here, each can shoot ten shots, plus the time to wear protective gear, let alone wait an hour to queue them.

Jiang Mingyuan held the person in one hand, squeezed the base of his nose, sighed and put the star down, walked to the person in the front line, and said something.

Far away, Cheng Huan couldn't hear what he was saying. He could only see the action of pulling out his wallet. After a while, he walked over, took his son, and said to Cheng Huan: "Okay, let's go."

He walked to the person who was in the front line, and the person stepped aside, let them stand in, and the man in the open position went to the back of the line.

Because of the exchange of positions, the interests of the people behind were not harmed, so no one said anything.

"How much did you give him?" Cheng Huan was a little curious.

"One thousand." The tone of the speaker was relaxed, and it sounded no different from giving a dollar.

Cheng Huan: "..."

Well, for him, there is really no difference between one yuan and one thousand yuan.

The people in front shot ten shots before long. It was their turn. How many people went in. Who would the coach ask to play?

"I'll come, I'll come!" The star jumped on Lao Gao.

He was so excited that even the coach couldn't help laughing: "We don't allow children to play here."

"Huh?" Xingxing was a little hard to accept, and he really wanted to play with guns. The little guy was puffed up, his eyes rolled, and suddenly he said, "I'm not a kid!"

"what?"

"I'm an older child." The star akimbo, with good reason: "Dad said I'm grown up."

The coach glanced at Xingxing in surprise, then raised his head and looked at the adults beside him. Seeing that Jiang Mingyuan was also helpless, he understood.

The coach bent over, smiled, put his big hands on the head of the stars, and said the last thing he wanted to hear: "Older children can't play, only parents can play."

"Why?" Xingxing sighed.

"Not why," the coach said.

The little guy sighed, shrugged his shoulders, and hung his head, as if he had lost all his energy. He turned his head and walked to the side of Cheng Huan and Jiang Mingyuan, looking at this and another, and then pulled the right trousers: "Dad, go and shoot."

Jiang Mingyuan naturally had no reason to refuse. After saying a good word, he stepped forward to take the protective gear from the coach and prepared to wear it on his body.

Seeing that Dad was gone, Xing Xing took his mother's hand again, indicating that he had something to say. Cheng Huan glanced at him and bent down, and then heard her son whispered in her ear: "Mom, shooting is very tired."

Just leave it to my father.

Men, regardless of their age or personality, almost like guns. Jiang Mingyuan is no exception. He had been exposed to guns when he was studying abroad. He occasionally went to the design experience hall when socializing with people. The movements are all the same. The coach has been watching for a long time, but he can't find a place to point him.

The gun is real, live ammunition, fixed target shooting, the maximum distance is 25 meters.When Jiang Mingyuan got the grab, Cheng Huan and Xingxing were invited to the back. A glass door separated the mother and son, sitting on wicker chairs, drinking tea and watching the man's performance.

Jiang Mingyuan wore the goggles, his lips curled into a straight line and his jaw tightened. He didn't prepare for long. As soon as Cheng Huan picked up the tea cup, he heard a "bang" sound.

Across the bullet-proof glass, the sound was reduced a lot and became a little dull.However, the sound that didn't sound loud made them both excited.

Cheng Huan put down the tea cup he had just picked up, stood up with his son at the fastest speed, walked to the door and looked at the target.

"Mom, did Dad hit it?" Xingxing was a little excited.

"Hit it." A LED screen hung on the opposite wall. The screen was large and displayed the results of target shooting. After the gunshots sounded, a bright "10" appeared on it.

"Dad hit ten rings."

"Are the ten rings great?"

"Awesome." Cheng Huan nodded, "It is the most powerful result."

"Wow..." Xingxing opened his mouth wide, and then put on a little proud look: "I knew that Dad is the best!"

In the child's mind, father is omnipotent. Now that this omnipotence is experienced from other places, how can he not make him feel proud?

Jiang Mingyuan has a very stable mentality. It is not surprising that he has performed well in this shooting event. There are ten shots in total. Except for one nine-ring, the rest are all ten-ring good results.Cheng Huan was surprised and used to it, while Xingxing, he now regards his father as a superman.

After ten hits, Jiang Mingyuan robbed him and took off his goggles and earplugs. As soon as he put the things down, the stars over there rushed out like small cannonballs.

The little guy had just been trained today, and he knew that he had slowed down when he got closer. He rushed into Jiang Mingyuan’s arms affectionately, hugged his legs and said sweetly, “Dad, you’re so amazing!”

Jiang Mingyuan was happy when he was praised by his son. He even wanted to play a few more times before showing his performance. He laughed a little bit in his heart. He felt that he was like a hairy boy and was not stable at all.

The steady Comrade Jiang Mingyuan finally suppressed his thoughts, picked up the son who admired him who was not good enough, called the child to his mother, and walked out of this place.

The camp area of ​​the garrison troops is not large, and there are few places to play. Apart from these two projects, there are only real CS.

In the camp, almost all the games are not suitable for children to play. The three of them walked around in a cursory circle before preparing to change venues.

"Where do you want to go?" Because Lao Liu's family hadn't finished visiting this place, the two were temporarily separated. Jiang Mingyuan held his son and walked outside the actor and decided to listen to Cheng Huan's opinion.

"Go to the beach, I heard it looks good!" The sea around the Red Coral Island is very shallow, because the coral reef will show two colors of red and blue in the sun, which is very beautiful.

Since Cheng Huan decided to go to this place, she had been thinking about how to take pictures. She bought a camera and brought it out just now. She wanted to take some beautiful pictures and go back to the collection.

Just taking pictures for yourself is definitely not good, and the stars are not reliable. Cheng Huan plans to recruit Jiang Mingyuan to do coolies.

When Cheng Huan had this idea, she was still a little vacant. After all, the two were not relatives, so when she spoke, she hesitated for a while before whispering, "Can you take pictures for me?"

After speaking, she added another sentence: "Of course, I can also take pictures for you."