Chapter 1330 Family Fun
No. 1002, this is a warm but ordinary two-bedroom apartment.
The decoration in the house is the same as it was more than ten years ago, mainly white and cyan, which looks simple and eye-catching.
On the balcony, several freshly watered green plants swayed gently, and the mouth of the white watering can was still dripping water, soaking in the blue-gray tiles and leaving a water stain.
The range hood roared in the kitchen, and after the sound of egg shells being broken, there was the crisp sound of chopsticks stirring rapidly in the bowl, accompanied by the little tune humming from the woman's mouth.
The dining table in the living room has already been set, with the white of steamed mandarin fish, the red of garlic shrimp, the green of fresh mushrooms and cabbage, and the egg yolk that is still fragrant in the kitchen...
A mixture of sounds, colors and smells Here, a happy family atmosphere is woven.
The perspective skipped the woman in the kitchen and the dining table in the living room, and gradually turned to the open bedroom. There were three pillars of fragrance on the southeast wall worshiping something, but they passed by in a flash.
A ray of orange light seeped out of the bedroom. On the red checkered tablecloth on the desk, a family of three, a man, a woman and a boy, were hugging each other and smiling in the frame.
Happiness is forever fixed in the moment of three smiling faces.
"If you only have one bullet and there are two gangsters with knives standing in front of you, how can you ensure that you survive?"
The boy lying on the desk with both hands secretly pinched the eraser in his palm. , biting his lip and looking at the question booklet on the table.
He is very good-looking, with a fair face and slightly fleshy cheeks. Even at the age of six or seven, there is an extraordinary heroic spirit between his eyebrows.
But now his big eyes were filled with confusion, because he still had no idea about the final question in front of him.
In the answer area of the question booklet, he once wrote three answers, but they were all marked wrong one by one with a red pen.
The first answer: "I want to escape."
Annotation: "You are a child, you can't run away from the gangster."
The second answer: "Stand where you are, who can come forward? If you take one step, I will hit you."
Annotation: "Kill the first person, and you will die from the second person."
The third answer: "Am I going to find a suitable one. Angle, to hit two people with one bullet? ”
Comment: "Don't complain when doing the questions. This kind of answer is not allowed to appear again in the future, and you can't even have any ideas."
Looking at the above three answers that have been marked red, the boy sat up straight. , looking at the topic with his eyes, but he has already started to interpret it in his mind.
In the small and cramped dark box, two tall black figures holding sharp knives blocked the front, but he, a short primary school student, was holding a pistol and trembling.
Although the title is a bit weird, the scenario is also inconsistent with common sense.
However, the boy has been doing similar problems as long as he can remember, but the difficulty is getting higher and higher every year.
Today is his seventh birthday, but it is also his father's thirty-seventh birthday. They have celebrated their birthdays on the same day for the past seven years.
But even on such a special day, we can't escape the daily training questions.
And today’s final question is more difficult than what I have done before.
The boy has been stuck on this question for an hour. After countless calculations, he still can't get the correct answer.
After the third answer was severely rejected, he began to close his eyes and constantly replayed the question scene in his mind, trying to find the correct answer in this way.
Finally, the mother outside the kitchen brought two bowls of fragrant and hot egg noodles and placed them on the dining table. When the rims of the two bowls collided with the table, they made two pleasant sounds, one after the other.
The boy suddenly opened his eyes, and the pencil that had not been touched for a long time quickly wrote the fourth answer on a new page of answer paper:
"Don't fire the gun, don't let them You know the number of bullets I have, I am just a deterrent.”
Finally at this time, a middle-aged man who had been lying in bed reading a book heard the sound of a pencil sliding and got up. The man's facial features were exceptionally handsome, with sharp edges and corners on his face, prominent brow bones, and a pair of eyes that shone with a very wise light.
But if you look deeply, you can always read a deep sense of sadness from this face that is not considered vicissitudes of life.
When the man saw the boy's fourth answer, his eyes lit up and he let out a light sigh. He raised his hand as if stroking the boy's head, but then he shook his head slightly and said Hand retracted.
The boy was already beaming with joy, but after seeing the man's performance, he immediately returned to his original position.
He could only watch his father sigh deeply, look deeply at himself with a very complicated look, and finally took out a red pen and wrote a big "mistake" again.
But this time, what made the boy turn from worry to joy was that his father did not throw the notebook back after correcting the mistakes. Instead, he started writing something on his own.
The boy was overjoyed, his buttocks sitting on the chair began to feel restless, and his nose kept smelling the aroma of vegetables on the dining table.
What excited him was not that his father would give him the correct answer he had been asking for.
But his father no longer forced him to do this question. He could finally leave here and celebrate his seventh birthday.
“The expression of this question is very general, only basic scene information.
In this case, you will have to consider many factors. If you want to be more sure To survive, you should collect information.
But the reason why you make mistakes again and again is that you only focus on yourself.
The correct answer is - do what you like.
Use the advantage of having a bullet to negotiate, test, and understand why the two gangsters intercepted you? With what purpose? What do you ultimately want to do?
Only when you master enough information about the other party can you truly deal with, solve, and finally survive.
In all things, don’t just focus on one aspect, analyze it from multiple angles and look at it from multiple perspectives.
You have to learn to dig, learn to understand, and learn to apply.
Tongguan, this is not just a question, your life will be long in the future..."
This is what his father has written for Tongguan since he was born, since he became literate, and since he took the question. The longest comment ever.
In the comment on the final question, answer. There is only one sentence in the story, and the other contents may or may not be related to the title.
But at this time, little Tongguan did not read it seriously. His mind had already flown to the living room and the dining table. , that seventh birthday that he will never forget.
Green plants, dining tables, red grids, birthdays, father and son, women, egg noodles, family fun...
In the southeast corner of the living room, 25-year-old Tongguan was holding the title book with tears streaming down his face and trembling hands. Stroking the long note left by his father.
Maybe Tong En had a premonition, maybe Tongguan was destined.
The countless questions he had done during the seven years he spent with his parents, and the comments he didn't take to heart when he was seven, all became valuable assets for his survival many years later.
Tongguan cried, and his tears made him drown in the memories of the past woven out of 1002.
His heart began to feel hot, just like the hot tears and burning memories. The pressure in the air gradually increased, but he didn't know anything about it.
The spleen soil is yin from yin to yin. Under the burning of the heart fire, the qi and blood surge, making Tongguan, which is already sinking, even more emotionally ups and downs.
The only woman in the living room, A Jing, who was undressing her apron and smiling, slowly turned her eyes to the tearful Tongguan in the southeast.
At this moment, her heart was boiling and her spleen was turbulent. When she looked at him, she smiled strangely and twistedly.