I listened to my sister's words today.

In the back seat, Yun Yiruo curled up in the seat, her cheeks flushed and she was still sleepy.

Hearing the voice, she fluttered her eyelashes, opened her eyes drowsily, rubbed her eyes, and her clear eyes gradually focused.

Looking at the familiar uncle in front of her, she was stunned for a moment, then she smiled sweetly.

"Reached?"

The voice was soft and lazily, like someone who had just woken up.

Father Yun nodded and reached out to pick her up.

The wind outside was a bit strong, so he carefully wrapped his coat around the child.

Then he opened the car door and got out.

The cold wind blew suddenly in his face, bringing with it the biting chill unique to winter. Father Yun moved slowly and leisurely, as if he had already gotten used to it.

The old man also slowly walked out of the car.

His movements seemed a little slow, his hand gently holding the car door, his expression steady and majestic.

"Uncle, I can walk down by myself!"

Yun Yiruo struggled and slipped out of Yun's father's arms.

"it is good."

Father Yun smiled, bent down to straighten the corner of her clothes, then turned and walked to the seat and took out a coat.

"Hey? Uncle, why aren't you wearing a coat? Aren't you cold?" Yun Yiruo asked curiously while putting on his coat.

The old man also waited until the child was dressed before speaking.

"Isn't this on you?"

He took the coat from Yun's father's hand and put it on his shoulders with slow and powerful movements.

However, when the coat was put on, a conspicuous saliva mark was clearly visible on the chest.

When Yun Yiru saw this, she quickly covered the watermark with her little hand.

The old man looked down at the mark.

He reached out and gently rubbed the child's head, his tone calm and doting: "Let's go, don't get cold."

Father Yun hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked towards the trunk of the car.

I couldn't find a bag specifically for carrying guns, so I had no choice but to grab an ordinary cloth bag to store them.

The cloth bag looked a little old and was covered in dust. He put the gun into the bag and lowered his head to check the zipper.

The old man was holding his child's hand and walking slowly towards a tall building from the shade of trees not far away.

The building looked particularly solemn in the morning light. Its gray-white exterior walls remained motionless, and its windows reflected cold light, as if silently monitoring everything.

The two guards at the door stood straight, holding their guns and looking straight ahead, but when the old man approached, they took a step forward almost at the same time, raised their hands and saluted in unison, their movements clean and neat.

“Okay, I’m going to have a meeting here.

"You and your uncle go to the shooting range and wait for me. Remember, don't run around."

He stood up straight, straightened his clothes, and watched the child leave with the guards.

Father Yun was carrying large and small bags at the back. He hadn't adjusted the weight when he put the gun in. He had the large bag on his shoulder and the gun accessories in his hand.

Father Yun took heavy steps, moving forward step by step.

The big bag on his shoulder was bulging, with some edges and corners faintly visible in the gaps, which caused beads of sweat to appear on his forehead.

In his other hand, he was still holding the gun accessories. The coolness of the metal spread from his palm to his arm, and his knuckles turned slightly white from exhaustion.

Yun Yiruo followed the guard and walked in front. She saw her uncle a little behind her out of the corner of her eye, so she stopped and turned to speak to her uncle.

With a hint of concern, he asked, "Uncle Yun, is it heavy? Do you want me to take one?"

The childish voice was like a sharp blade, piercing Yun's father's self-esteem.

When Father Yun heard this, his waist, which had been slightly bent, suddenly straightened up.

He forced a nonchalant smile on his face, which was filled with stubbornness and pride.

His voice was deep but powerful, with a hint of joking in it: "It's not heavy, I just bent down to see the quality of the asphalt."

After saying this, his steps became more determined, and he even deliberately quickened his pace, as if he wanted to prove his words with his actions.

Yun Yiru looked at her uncle and said nothing more. She just continued walking forward silently.

Behind him, Father Yun's footsteps were as steady as a hammer hitting the ground, and every step seemed to be fighting for his own dignity.

The guard walking beside him said with a hint of concern in his tone: "Mr. Yun, do you need me to get one for you?"

President Yun waved his hand and chuckled, "No, no."

"How far is the shooting range from here?"

The guard quickened his pace slightly.

"The shooting range is probably another ten minutes' walk from here!"

"Ten minutes..." Father Yun paused slightly when he heard this.

He took a deep breath and glanced at the guard walking beside him. His young but slightly reserved face was full of seriousness.

Suddenly she smiled, took the bag off her shoulder, and handed it over, her tone becoming more open-minded and cheerful: "Thank you!"

He patted the guard's shoulder, neither too hard nor too soft, with a hint of encouragement.

The guard was obviously not expecting this. He was stunned for a moment, then stood at attention and took the bag.

After taking the bag, he clearly felt that it was quite heavy, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face, but he quickly adjusted his expression, straightened his back like a pine tree, and held the bag steadily with both hands.

Seeing this, Father Yun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, patted the bag, and said, "Young man, hold it steady."

The guard heard the hidden meaning and nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry, Mr. Yun!"

Father Yun looked at the guard's energetic appearance, retracted his gaze, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and switched the gun accessories in his hand.

Looking at the entrance to the shooting range gradually appearing in the distance, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Yun Yiruo, who was walking in front, quietly looked back and saw that Yun's father had taken off the bag. He seemed to be relieved and raised a faint smile.

With a bit of playfulness: "Uncle Yun, I thought you could carry it all the way to the shooting range!"

When Father Yun heard this, he raised his eyebrows and the stubbornness on his face reappeared.

"Can't carry it to the shooting range? Little girl, you underestimate your uncle!"

"This is to give the young people some opportunities. Otherwise, if I shoulder the entire task, they won't have a chance to show their talents."

After hearing this, Yun Yiru stuck out her tongue, said nothing more, turned around and continued to follow the guard.

It was only a ten-minute journey, but Father Yun felt like he had completed a long test.

The shooting range was not far away, and I could faintly hear the echoes of a few gunshots.

Arriving at the entrance of the shooting range, the guard quickly put down the bag on his shoulder, his movements revealing a sense of efficiency.

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, panting slightly, straightened his back, and said in a low but respectful voice: "Boss Yun, General Yun asked you to wait here for a moment, he will be here soon."

Father Yun nodded slightly and replied in a steady tone, "Thank you for your hard work."

The guard quickly saluted with a standard military salute, his movements clean and neat, then turned and left.

Yun Yiruo stood aside, her eyes fixed on the scene before her.

The shooting range was bustling with activity, as if the entire space was boiling.

The competition area in the distance was crowded with people, and there was a burst of noise, like a pot of boiling water.

Cheers broke out from the crowd from time to time, mixed with high-pitched whistles and the crisp sound of bullets hitting the bull's eye.

I squinted my eyes, trying to see more clearly.

Several contestants in camouflage uniforms stood in front of the shooting range, holding guns in their hands, and the referee next to them was explaining the rules.

"It looks like a shooting competition."

Yun Yiruo muttered softly, her excitement barely concealed in her tone.

Having never seen such a scene before, my heart beat faster involuntarily.

Father Yun turned his head to glance at her, with a hint of doting in his eyes.

A breeze blew by, bringing with it a faint smell of gunpowder mixed with the smell of sweat and soil, which made Yun Yiruo's heart even more excited.