Chapter 2112

Mu yuan struggled to hold hands, and the green light jumped. He was quite sorry, so he had to cross the zebra crossing with Jack, and the two walked down the street. The day was long here, and it was dark at 8 p.m. although there was no sunshine, it was gray, and the street lights were also very bright. There were a lot of people walking along the way. There was a small lake at the foot of the mountain. The two often came to fish, and they were quite familiar with this area.

Along the way, Mu yuan tried to hold his hand countless times, but there were always all kinds of accidents. Either he would meet someone head-on, or Jack would suddenly say something, which made him unable to answer for a moment, etc. his wish to hold his hand had never been fulfilled.

He thought to himself, is he going to get Jack drunk before he can hear a word or two of the truth?

"How about your drinking capacity?" Mu yuan asked secretly, planning carefully in his heart.

Jack thought for a moment, "it's fine."

"So... Have you ever been drunk?"

"Yes!"

Mu yuan snapped his fingers in his heart. It's great. Just get drunk. Mu Yuan said casually, "Hey, I'm not very good at drinking, and I'm easy to lose my temper when I'm drunk. What will you do when you're drunk?"

"Sleep."

Mu yuan looked regretful. Isn't it useless to get drunk? He sleeps when he is drunk. What's the truth? Jack's lips bent and pressed down, "are you sorry?"

"No, no, I envy it." Mu yuan hurriedly clarified that he envied the real name system, so he was not afraid to do something wrong when drunk.

"How old did you go to the barracks?" Jack asked.

Mu Yuan said, "Before primary school, I was taken by my father when I was five years old. At that time, I didn't seriously train with anyone. Later, when I went to primary school, we were a private school, and there happened to be a stationed base next to us. After class, I went to the military camp for training for threeorfour hours before going home. I had to go to training all day on weekends. My mother was a university professor, and originally wanted to cultivate some literary and artistic qualities of me. She didn't agree with my father's education, but she didn't block it, and secretly told me I, if I don't like it, tell her and she will help me again. In fact, I liked painting when I was a child. My sand painting was good, and my sketch was also good, that is... Later, when I grew up, I was even busier in training, so I became rusty over time. "

He must respect.

The sketch on the drawing paper is really too unsightly. It's really not up to scratch. He didn't touch the brush after he was 15 years old. It's been several years. It's strange to remember. Originally, the foundation is not very solid.

Jack was just chatting, wherever he talked, he asked along with his topic, "later, you should not like the life in the military camp."

It's too boring and boring.

"I don't like it. When I was in school, I was young, rebellious earlier than others, and I was very naughty. I often caused trouble. At first, I thought my father threw me to the military camp to teach me a lesson. Think about it. I finish class at four, then go to the military camp, and go home at nine. I don't eat a meal in the middle, but eat a steamed bun and a glass of water. I think he abused me? This is a vicious circle. The more he does, the more unhappy I am to go, Then he was naughty and mischievous there. After many years, the father son relationship was also very bad. He quarreled when he met me. My father would wave a whip when he saw me. Fortunately, he was afraid of being inside, so I hid in my mother's arms, and he didn't dare to beat. "