Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories

Chapter 2110 Memory Of The Young Boy

Mu Yuan was hesitating whether to hold her hand or not. The green light had turned green, and he was rather regretful. He could only follow Jack across the crosswalk. The two of them walked down the street. The day was longer here, and it only turned dark at eight in the evening. Although there was no sunlight, it was gray and the street lights were very bright. There were many people walking along the way. There was a small lake at the foot of the mountain, and the two of them often came over to fish. They were quite familiar with this area.

As they walked side by side, mu Yuan had wanted to hold his hand countless times, but there were always all kinds of accidents. They would either meet someone head-on, or Jack would suddenly say something, making him unable to answer for a moment. His wish to hold his hand had never been realized.

He wondered if he had to get Jack drunk before he could hear a word or two of truth.

"How's your alcohol tolerance?" Mu Yuan secretly asked, carefully planning in his heart.

Jack thought for a moment."It's pretty good."

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

"There are!"

Mu Yuan snapped his fingers in his heart. That's great, it's all good now that I'm drunk. Mu Yuan acted as if nothing had happened and said,"sigh, my alcohol tolerance isn't very good. I easily lose my self-control when I'm drunk. What do you do when you're drunk?"

"I'm sleeping. "

Mu Yuan's face was full of regret. Didn't that mean that getting drunk was useless? If he slept when he was drunk, why would he ask for the truth? Jack's lips curved up, but he pressed it down again."You're very regretful?"

"No, no, I'm very envious." Mu Yuan hurriedly clarified that he was envious of the real-name system. That way, he would not be afraid of doing something wrong when he was drunk.

"How old were you when you joined the military?" Jack asked.

Mu Yuan said,"before elementary school, I was brought over by my father when I was five years old. At that time, I didn't have proper training with anyone. After that, when I went to elementary school, we were a private school, and there happened to be a military base next to it. After class, I would go to the military camp to train for three to four hours before going home. I had to train all day on weekends. My mother was a University professor. She originally wanted to nurture my literary and artistic literacy, but she actually didn't agree with my father's education. However, she didn't stop him and secretly told me. If I don't like it, I'll tell her and she'll help me. Actually, I really liked drawing when I was young. I was good at sand painting and sketching, but ... When I grew up, I was even busier with training, so I became rusty after a long time. "

He had to save his dignity.

The sketch on paper was really too unsightly, and he really couldn't bring out his level. He hadn't touched a brush since he was 15 years old, and it had been a few years. It would be strange if he could remember it. His Foundation wasn't very solid to begin with.

Jack was just chit-chatting, so he went along with the topic and asked,"what happened after that? I don't think you like military life."

It was too boring and dry.

"I don't like it. When I was in school, I was still young and rebellious earlier than others. I was also very mischievous and often caused trouble. At first, I thought that my dad threw me to the military camp to teach me a lesson. Think about it, I finished class at fouro' clock, went to the military camp, and returned home at nineo' clock. I didn't even have a meal in the middle. "This is a vicious cycle. The more he acts like this, the more unhappy I am. Then, I'll be mischievous there for many years. The relationship between father and son is also very bad. When we meet, we quarrel. When my father sees me, he wants to whip me. Fortunately, he's henpecked. I hide in my mother's arms, but he doesn't dare to hit me."

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