Chapter 2110 Memories of the Young Boy

Mu Yuan was debating whether to hold hands or not, and the light turned green. He was quite regretful, so he had to follow Jack across the zebra crossing, and the two of them walked down the street. The days were longer here, and it didn't get dark until eight o'clock in the evening. Although there was no It was sunny, gray, and the street lights were bright. There were many people walking along the way. There was a small lake at the foot of the mountain. The two of them often came here to fish, and they were quite familiar with this area.

Walking side by side along the way, Mu Yuan wanted to hold his hand countless times, but there were always various surprises. Either he would meet someone head-on, or Jack would suddenly say something that made him answer instantly. If he didn't come up and wait, his wish to hold the little hand would never come true.

He wondered, should he get Jack drunk so he could hear a word or two of the truth?

"How's your drinking capacity?" Mu Yuan asked secretly, making careful plans in his mind.

Jack thought for a moment and said, "That's good."

"Then...have you ever been drunk?"

"have!"

Mu Yuan snapped his fingers in his heart, it's great, just get drunk. Mu Yuan said nonchalantly, "Hey, I'm not a very good drinker, and I tend to lose my temper when I'm drunk. What will you do when you're drunk?"

"sleep."

Mu Yuan looked regretful, wouldn't it be useless if he got drunk? He slept when he was drunk, so why ask the truth? The corners of Jack's lips curved, then pressed down again, "Are you sorry?"

"No, no, I'm very envious." Mu Yuan hurriedly clarified, would it be better for him to use his real name to envy, so that he wouldn't be afraid of doing something wrong when he was drunk.

"How old were you when you went to the military camp?" Jack asked.

Mu Yuan said, "Before elementary school, I was taken away by my dad when I was five years old. At that time, I didn't train with anyone seriously. Later, when I went to elementary school, we were a private school, and there happened to be a garrison base next to it. I got off I go to the military camp to train for three or four hours before going home. I have to train all day on weekends. My mother is a university professor and originally wanted to cultivate some literary and artistic qualities in me. She actually doesn’t agree with my father’s education, but she doesn’t Don't stop her, just tell me secretly. If I don't like it, just tell her and she will help me. In fact, I liked drawing very much when I was a child. I was good at sand painting and sketching, but... later on. As I got older, I became busier in training, so I became unfamiliar with it over time.”

He must save his respect.

The sketch on the drawing paper was really unsightly and he really didn't show his skill. He stopped touching the brush after he was fifteen years old. It's been several years. It's strange that he still remembers it. His basic skills were not very good. solid.

Jack was just chatting. He followed his topic and asked, "What happened next? You probably don't like life in the military camp."

Too boring, too boring.

"I don't like it. When I was in school, I was still young. I was rebellious earlier than others, and I was very naughty. I often made trouble. At first, I thought my dad sent me to the military camp to teach me a lesson. Think about it. I finished class at four o'clock, then went to the military camp, and came home at nine o'clock. I didn't even give me a meal during the trip, but only gave me a steamed bun and a glass of water. Do I think he abused me? This is a vicious cycle. The more he behaves like this, the more I feel. The less happy I was to go, and then I would get naughty and mischievous there. After many years, the relationship between father and son was also very bad. They would quarrel when they met, and my dad would whip his whip when he saw me. Fortunately, he was henpecked, so I hid in my mother's arms. , and he didn’t dare to fight.”