House Dad’s Literary Life

In the country of rice, many people look down on the yellow races, and look down on the Chinese who are weak in their eyes. The ink crane year is because of his hot temper and the cowboy character he loves to play, and he is respected by these people.

Don't look at Doug and the ink crane year, sprinkling **** words, but also calculating the antique gun of the ink crane year, but he did not have a small ink crane year, at least when speaking, the words maintain an equal attitude. If you don’t really play, Doug may still be a brother and brother with Mo Henian!

This is hard to come by! Because Doug also recognized a yellow racer in the year of the ink crane. When he saw Yang Lan, he did not see this young yellow race person. He had not regarded Yang Lan as a one before he had analyzed it rationally. thing.

When Yang Lan and Craven were preparing for the second round of the game, Doug also ridiculed the ink crane year, saying that he actually found a hairy boy to replace the appearance, too no seed!

Later, Nielsen and the old men saw Yang Lan taking over the ink crane year, and they were also talking about it.

"He asked his son-in-law to play, wouldn't he really have any cards not turned out?"

"Yang is still good, I like this guy! I hope he can win my fire!"

"What is your fire burning cloud! I don't know if I won't win, I haven't seen him hit the UFO, I just asked the rules."

"Why did he let him go to play Craven? Craven's strength is not the same, this double multi-directional flying saucer, five can hit two is almost the same, if you are on your own, the winning face may be bigger!" The old man said with doubt.

Nielsen’s gaze fell on the ink crane that was frowning at Yang Lan’s, and he guessed: “It’s estimated that mo also wants to take care of his son-in-law. The young man hits this one time and gives him a weak opponent. Save him too badly..."

Nielsen didn't know that he really guessed a part of the idea of ​​the Year of the Year.

Yang Lan does not know, Lao Zhang people do not look at the usual fierce, my heart is still thinking about him.

If the ink crane year is stubborn, he will be reluctant to give Craven, his opponent who wins a lot, to Yang Lan. However, it is not important to win or lose the game. An antique gun is worth more than a hundred thousand dollars. The ink crane year does not want to attack Yang Lan’s enthusiasm. He also wants to believe Yang Lan.

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"Prepare!" A referee shouted at the side of the field.

Yang Hao, who took the lead in shooting, did not have the same posture as the ink crane and Doug. The posture was standard and the gun was held horizontally. The **** was close to the crotch, so that he could shoot at the shoulder at any time. Yang Lan did not have this habit. He relaxedly held the gun, and the muzzle was still slanting downwards, standing straight, his eyes watching the direction of the target in the middle of the field.

The two UFOs were thrown out quietly, and at this moment, Yang Lan’s eyes became sharp. I saw him in a moment to shoot, the **** against the shoulder, pull the trigger

Hey, hey!

The first shot, the muzzle, the second shot...

The posture is very handsome!

But there was no pink powder in the air, it was a little embarrassing. He didn’t hit both shots...

"Young people, see how I teach you how to play with a gun!" Craven, who took over from him, seemed to think that Yang Lan was a rookie, and he shot two shots with triumph, and actually shot a shot!

This is indeed an unexpected surprise for the white fat Craven, who is not very accurate.

"Hey! Craven is lucky!" The old man was sorry.

"Yang is a bit difficult." Nielsen looked at Yang Lan with some worry.

"It's your turn!" Craven laughed and walked past Yang Lan.

Yang Lan did not sprinkle garbage. He stood calmly. He was actually hitting it, but he was slightly biased. Especially the first shot, he could feel that the range of bullets was already very close to hitting the flying saucer.

After all, this shotgun is a shotgun. The recoil is very big. Yang Lan’s first contact with the world’s shotgun has not yet adapted. The recoil of the first shot also affected the speed at which he opened the second shot. The muzzle has been kept up. It’s just a little slower.

Fortunately, the two shots just now have let Yang Lan know the situation of the gun and know how to adjust it.

Of course, there is no excuse to hit, but Yang Xin’s heart is still not happy. The past life is a killer. This life is still a special soldier. This is still behind the ordinary people, too shameful!

This time, Yang Lan does not allow himself to miss again!

I saw that Yang Lan was still standing with a gun like that, and his expression was a little dignified. But at this time, there was a familiar shouting behind him: "Come on, don't be nervous, you can!"

Yang stunned, turned his head and looked at the ink crane year that was making a fist with him.

Laozhang people actually cheered him up!

Yang Lan nodded gently.

When he turned around, his spirit became more and more dizzy, his eyes became extraordinarily harsh. This time, Yang Lan was really serious.

"hair!"

The two flying saucers flew out in different directions and at different throwing angles.

Yang Lan’s gaze firmly locked them and lifted the gun in an instant.

"Hey!"

Two pink powders appeared in the air.

Yang Lan just glanced at it gently, and then opened the chamber, and dropped two shells. Together with turning and walking back to the year of the ink crane, this series of movements was flowing and extremely chic!

"Hey!" Several old men reacted and exclaimed.

Nielsen also cried in surprise: "Perfet! is a perfect hit!"

Not to mention the stupid Dougs on the other side, they are stunned and can't believe their eyes.

The excitement here also caught the attention of some of the shooting range customers and even a few coaches. They came over and curiously inquired.

"This young man, he just hit a double-flyer to the UFO!" An old man excitedly introduced the onlookers.

"Really? So powerful!"

It is not easy to hit two multi-directional flying saucers at once. In the shooting range, it may be seen only once in a few days. Like these old men, they are almost not so "good luck".

Therefore, everyone talked about it and looked forward to waiting for Yang Lan to shoot next time.

As for Craven, this guy is under great pressure and has not hit two shots. It has been ignored by everyone.

Yang Lan here, he did not see the expression of the father's surprise, perhaps the ink crane year is still somewhat reserved, only to see the old man nodded with some pride, pretending to comment: "Not bad, keep up the good work!"

Then let's make persistent efforts!

For the third time, Yang Lan still hit two flying saucers very steadily.

Two groups of pink powder exploded in the air, like two blooming flowers, and the people watching it were amazed.

"Who is this guy? It's so strong!"

"Two consecutive perfect hits, this is not luck!"

"Look at the next time, can he still hit?"

After the fight, the people on the side of the field began to talk again.

Craven still missed a shot in this round. He suffered too much pressure. After the fight, he shook his head regretfully. He knew his level. He first looked at the grid with helplessness and then carried the shotgun. Going to shake hands with Yang Lan and taking the initiative to admit defeat.

"Child, you are strong! Really strong!" Craven shrugged and said, "There are two rounds that don't have to be played. I can't be like you, two consecutive rounds of perfect hits."

"You are also very strong, giving me a lot of pressure." Yang Yuke set a few words.

But the audience on the sidelines were not happy: "Hello! Craven, you don't fight, let the child finish, we still want to see his god's performance!"

"It doesn't matter, we have another round!" Doug came out of the round and pointed to Stewart. "Stowwater will play with him."

Stewart was smiling on the side. He had hit a perfect hit a few days ago, but it was a good luck. Now, watching Yang Lan’s shooting posture and speed, he knows that he has run into a master and has no chance of winning.

But the cowboys never retreat easily. Stewart didn't grow like the fat man of Craven. He still bite his teeth and compared Yang Lan with five sets of shots.

There was no suspense in the results. Stewart hit four UFOs and he did not make a miracle.

Yang Lan's five groups shot, four groups made a perfect hit, and one group had a small mistake, only hit one target. The mistakes are normal. Even the Olympic athletes can't say that their guns can hit the multi-directional UFO.

Even so, this terrible hit rate has made the surrounding crowds look fascinated.

The two pink flowers that bloom in the air in a row are really shocking!

"The only pity is that Yang's opponent is not strong. Stewart is like a little baby in front of him! It is too bad to be abused!" Nelson laughed. Now, his heart is full of pride, as if the ink crane year is not He is the same as the father-in-law of Yang Lan who won the game!

"Hey! Doug is going to be depressed, his car has lost this time!" There is an old man who is gearing up, "Fire is burning! I want to borrow it first, you don't want to grab it with me."

Yang Lan here, he handed the shotgun to the hand of the ink crane year. At this time, he saw the eyes of the ink crane year. Although the father did not know how to express his approval for the son-in-law, the expression and attitude have already been great. The change.

"Played well!" Mo Henian patted Yang Hao's shoulders affectionately.

At this time, Doug shook his head and took his car key and walked over.

"I am willing to gamble and lose, mo, my sports car, it is yours!" Doug was more atmospheric, and he threw the key to the ink crane year, and smiled and looked at Yang Lan, asked with the ink crane year. "But I have a question. You have to tell me, what is your sacred son-in-law? The guns are playing so well! Is it the athlete of the Chinese national team?"

"No, where is his athlete! Haha, Yang Lan, you tell him where you are coming!" When Mo Henian faced Doug, he steadily swelled up and said proudly.

Doug looked at Yang Lan.

Where did you come from? This issue is worth considering.

Yang Lan concealed the smile on his face. He saw him with his chest and legs. He respected a military ceremony and said to Doug with a serious look: "Sir, I am a veteran, from the Chinese xxxxx national people **** army. !"