Hearing the affirmative answer, Cheng Huan was a little happy. She pushed open the prototype glass door, carried 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 lived in this hotel, and rented the villa next door to them, which was in the style of a helicopter.
The three waited at the door for a while, and then they saw Lao Liu's family. Lao Liu and Mrs. Liu walked in front, and their son followed.
The two groups reconciled, and after discussing it, they decided to go to the garrison camp first. Lao Liu had been a soldier there for several years and knew him well enough to be their guide.
The garrison camp has been converted into a museum, and the original barracks are the exhibition hall.
Several people drove to their destination. From the time they got off the car, Lao Liu's mouth never stopped.
At the door: "The sentry box at this door didn't exist when I was a soldier. It must have been built later."
When I entered the door, I saw the tree: "Oh, this tree was planted when I was a soldier. The island lacks fresh water. When it rains, we collect water and save it to water it. I didn't expect it to grow so big."
When I arrived at the barracks: "I lived on the third floor at the time, and there were eight people living in one room. We will go and have a look later, and I don't know if the room is still there."
The barracks is quite different from before. It is divided into exhibition halls. There are many used things on the booths surrounded by glass, such as shovels, pots, rolling pins, and military uniforms. They are all very common things. It's nothing special.
Lao Liu still misses these seemingly ordinary things very much. He introduced the scenes of these things being used at that time like a few treasures. Under his description, those memories of the past seemed to turn into vivid scenes and emerge. in front of other people.
There were not only a few of them staying in this exhibition hall, there were also several other waves of tourists. The things exhibited here were mediocre, and it was difficult to arouse others' interest. Interested, gathered around to listen to his story.
Some people cheered, and Lao Liu was even more excited, almost answering every question. The original staff in the exhibition hall were squeezed aside, looking a little embarrassed.
There were so many people, Cheng Huan was afraid that the child would be squeezed, so he took Xing Xing and retreated after speaking. Jiang Mingyuan followed 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 see, so Cheng Huan suggested to go up and have a look.
This proposal was unanimously approved by the father and son, and the three walked along the stairs to the second floor.
The second floor has also undergone a major renovation and is more entertaining. The first room is the combat drill room. When you walk in, there is a map hanging on the wall. The fighting was extremely intense.
There is only one sand table, but there are quite a few people who want to experience slapping Fang Qiu. The rest of the people consciously lined up in two lines, and those who were waiting were not idle. The idea of commanding an army.
Xing Xing was still young and couldn't understand the sand table. Jiang Mingyuan held him in his arms, stayed there for a few minutes, and then said he wanted to go out.
Jiang Mingyuan didn't care about these things, and seeing that Cheng Huan didn't intend to stay, he nodded in agreement: "Then 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 long. There is a coach in it to help put on protective gear and remind you of precautions.
Like the "combat command room", there are many people waiting to play here. Boys are born to like guns, and Xing Xing likes it too, jumping in his father's arms to play with guns.
Jiang Mingyuan was so collapsed that he almost couldn't hug him, so he stretched out his hand and patted his little butt to make him calm down. Xingxing looked at him and began to pretend to be pitiful: "Dad, I want to play with this."
"I really want to!" He held back, and then came up with three words to deepen his feelings.
"Hey, we can play when the queue is up."
The little guy didn't do it yet: "But I want to play now."
There are quite a lot of people queuing up here, and each person can shoot ten shots. With the effort of wearing protective gear, it takes at least an hour to wait for them.
Jiang Mingyuan hugged the person in one hand, pinched the base of his nose, sighed and put Xing Xing down, walked to the person at the front, and said something.
Being far away, Cheng Huan couldn't hear what he said clearly, and could only see him taking out his wallet. After a while, he came over, took his son by the hand, and said to Cheng Huan, "Okay, let's go."
He walked up to the person at the front of the line, and that person stepped aside to allow them to stand in, and the person who moved away went to the back of the line again.
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 speaker's tone was relaxed, and it sounded the same as giving a dollar.
Cheng Huan: "..."
Well, to him, there is probably no difference between a dollar and a thousand dollars.
It didn't take long for the people in front to shoot ten shots, and it was their turn. How many people went in, and the coach asked who would come to play
"I'll come, I'll come!" Xing Xing jumped up and down.
He was so excited that even the coach couldn't help laughing: "We don't allow children to play here."
"Ah?" Xing Xing was a bit unacceptable, he really wanted to play with guns, the little guy was so angry, his eyes rolled, and he suddenly said, "I'm not a kid!"
"What?"
"I'm an older child." Xing Xing put her hands on her hips, with good reasons: "Dad said I've grown up."
The coach glanced at Xing Xing in surprise, then raised his head to look at the adults beside him. Seeing Jiang Mingyuan also looked helpless, he understood.
The coach bent down, suppressed a smile, covered Xingxing's head with his big hands, and said the last thing he wanted to hear: "Elder children can't play, only parents can play."
"Why?" Xingxing sighed.
"No reason," said the coach.
The little guy sighed, shrugged his shoulders, and lowered 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, looked at this and that, and then pulled the pants on the right: "Dad, go and shoot."
Jiang Mingyuan naturally had no reason to refuse. After saying yes, he stepped forward to take the protective gear from the coach and prepared to put it on his body.
Seeing that his father was gone, Xing Xing took his mother's hand again, signaling that he had something to say. Cheng Huan glanced at him and bent down, and heard his son whisper in her ear, "Mom, shooting is very tiring."
So tiring things, just leave it to Dad.
Men, no matter how old they are or what their personalities are, almost all like guns, and Jiang Mingyuan is no exception. He also came into contact with guns when he was studying abroad, and occasionally went to the design experience hall when socializing with others. Now he holds up the gun, The movements were well-formed, and the coach watched for a long time, but couldn't find anything to point out.
The gun is a real gun, live ammunition, fixed target shooting, the longest distance is 25 meters. When Jiang Mingyuan got the gun, Cheng Huan and Xingxing were invited to the back, separated by a glass door, the mother and son sat on the rattan chair, drinking tea, watching the man's performance.
Jiang Mingyuan was wearing goggles, the corners of his lips were drawn into a straight line, and his jaw was tense. He didn't prepare for a long time. As soon as Cheng Huan picked up the teacup, he heard a "bang".
Through the bulletproof glass, the sound weakened a lot and became a bit muffled. However, this sound that didn't sound loud made the two of them very excited.
Cheng Huan put down the tea cup he had just picked up, stood up with his son as quickly as possible, walked to the door, and looked at the target.
"Mom, did Dad arrive?" Xing Xing was a little excited.
"Here it is." There is a large LED screen on the opposite wall. The screen shows the shooting results. After the gunshots sounded, a bright "10" appeared on it.
"Dad hit ten rings."
"Is the ten rings powerful?"
"Excellent." Cheng Huan nodded: "It's the most powerful result."
"Wow..." Xing Xing opened his mouth wide, and then put on a little proud look: "I knew Dad was the best!"
In the child's mind, father is omnipotent. Now that this omnipotence is experienced from other places, how can we not make him feel proud
Jiang Mingyuan's mentality was very stable, and it was not surprising that he performed well in this kind of shooting event. There were a total of ten shots, and except for one nine-ring, the rest were all ten-ring marks. Cheng Huan got used to it after being surprised, and Xing Xing, he now regards his father as a superman.
After hitting ten, Jiang Mingyuan returned the snatch and took off the 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 slowed down a bit when he got close. He rushed into Jiang Mingyuan's arms affectionately, hugged his leg and said sweetly, "Dad, you are so amazing!"
Jiang Mingyuan was happy to be praised by his son, and even wanted to play a few more times before showing his performance. He laughed a little in his heart, feeling that he was not stable at all like a kid.
Comrade Jiang Mingyuan, who was stable, finally suppressed his thoughts, picked up his son who adored him, called his mother, and walked out of this place.
The camp of the garrison troops is not large, and there are few places to play. Except for these two items, only real CS is left.
In the camp, almost all the games were not suitable for children to play. The three of them took a rough look around and planned to change the venue.
"Where do you want to go?" Because Lao Liu's family hadn't finished visiting this place, the two families temporarily separated. Jiang Mingyuan walked outside the actor with his son in his arms, and decided to listen to Cheng Huan's opinion.
"Go to the beach, I heard it's very beautiful!" The sea around the red coral island is very shallow, because of the coral reef, the sea will show red and blue colors in the sun, which is extremely beautiful.
Cheng Huan has been thinking about how to take pictures since she decided to go to this place. She specially bought a camera and brought it out just now, hoping to take some beautiful photos for collection.
Just taking pictures by yourself is definitely not enough, and the stars are not reliable, so Cheng Huan plans to recruit Jiang Mingyuan to be a coolie.
When Cheng Huan had this idea, she was a little guilty. After all, the two were not related, so when she spoke, she hesitated for a while before asking in a low voice, "Can you take a picture for me?"
After finishing speaking, she added another sentence: "Of course, I can also take pictures for you."