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Chapter 909: The King of Northwestern Beating, Although Late, But Arrive

Landy Wen has proved through her own actions that a sharpshooter may not need bullets to be fed, and asking her for money may also have miraculous effects.

Ever since Su Yuncheng offered to pay for himself, Wen Lan felt like he was being hit in the heart every time he fired.

It hurts so much!
Because of the pain, she was careful with every shot she fired.

Su Yuncheng pressed his forehead: "If you aim like this, you will die countless times."

Who would give her time to aim for three minutes?
Long dead.

"what?"

Wen Lan's face was full of pain: "But if I didn't aim like this, I would miss the target."

Su Yuncheng looked at his watch and demanded coldly: "Start now, and you must shoot within ten seconds."

Wen Lan: "...!"

It's better to let her die!

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Wen Lan felt that he had driven out half a car.

But the effect was obvious. Gradually, Wen Lan was able to hit the sixth or seventh ring even after being forced to fire within ten seconds.

She was a reporter, not a soldier, and Su Yuncheng didn't have time to slowly train her into a sharpshooter.

"We'll stop here today and continue tomorrow." Su Yuncheng said, "Come during the day and try to move the target."

Wen Lan: "..."

The other half of the car is also gone.

Lin Nianhe and Wang Shumei agreed very much. They looked at each other and immediately persuaded them to leave.

"Sister Lan, it's actually good for you to practice more. Think about it, if you meet someone who needs protection, will you be able to save many people if you hit the target with perfect accuracy?"

"Yes, if you ask me, don't be anxious, calm down and practice hard. The barrel of a gun is much scarier than the barrel of a pen!"

"Taking it a step back, you might only be a few months late, but if you go then, wouldn't it be more useful than if you go now?"

"To put it another step back, if you go now, you won't be able to hide from the bomb craters, and you won't be able to fight. If you get there, it will be over. Isn't this causing trouble for the country."

Wen Lan rubbed her ears: "Ten thousand steps back, can you two not take those ten thousand steps back?"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Wang Shumei: "..."

Yes, my little thoughts were seen through.

"Melon girl."

Wen Lan glanced sideways at the two of them: "I don't want to be a soldier. It's enough to be able to protect myself. When I become a sharpshooter, what on earth will I do?"

Lin Nianhe: "..."

Wang Shumei: "..."

Since Wen Lan started studying journalism, her logical thinking has gotten better and better.

He's capable of fighting and has culture. This guy is so scary!

Wen Lan's temperament is like the northwest wind, hard and straight.

There is usually no possibility of changing what she decides.

Lin Nianhe and Wang Shumei's lobbying failed for the umpteenth time, and when they were about to give up, Courtyard No. 88 suddenly received a call.

The call came from a public phone, and the caller was Mother Wen.

"We are at the train station now, come and pick us up."

On the phone, Wen’s mother was concise and to the point.

Wen Lan's eyes widened in surprise: "You? Who are you?"

"Your father, your brother, your sister-in-law, your sister, your brother-in-law, and your brother and sister."

Wen Lan: "...!"

Just say that the whole family is here! This is the first time that Wen's parents have traveled far away, and it is also the first time that they have come to the capital.

They didn't care about being tired, and they didn't care about the scenery of the capital. They only had Wen Lan in their eyes.

"Melon girl..." Wen's mother's eyes were slightly red, holding Wen Lan's hand, choked and unable to speak.

Father Wen is an honest worker. He looked at his daughter with hot eyes: "Third brother, you...really want to go?"

Looking at her parents and siblings, Wen Lan's straight waist was a little bent.

"I...I want to go."

This was the first time she expressed her feelings in such a guilty manner after she decided to go.

There was a voice in her mind desperately shouting that she had done something wrong and that she should not have made her parents so worried and even traveled all the way to the capital.

My heart, which had never been shaken before, was shaky after seeing my mother's tears and my father's white hair.

For the first time, she thought that if they persuaded her too, then she would not go.

Mother Wen wiped away her tears and held her daughter's hand trembling.

She said: "Just work hard when you go. Are you studying to serve the motherland? You don't need to worry about your family. I have retired now. Your father will retire in a few years. At home, your eldest brother and sister-in-law can do it." Hold on, just take care of yourself outside."

Wen Lan was stunned.

She never expected that her mother would not yell that she would beat her to death if she dared to go.

Father Wen sniffed, his voice a little muffled: "I asked the factory director, and they said the fighting there was really messy... You, protect yourself... Your mother and I are waiting for you at home... Come back this time , I won’t urge you to get married..."

Landy Wen: "Really? You really won't urge me anymore? Words are not enough, let's put it in writing!"

Mother Wen: “…”

"You stupid girl! I'll beat you to death!"

……

The entire Wen family took a long leave. When the leaders heard that Wen Lan was going to work as a war correspondent, they did not hesitate at all and specially granted them a few more days of leave, allowing them to send their children away before returning to work.

Lin Nianhe and Wang Shumei moved Courtyard No. 88 out to their family so that they could have a good reunion for a few days.

Wang Shumei moved into a new house that was mostly packed up, and Lin Nianhe moved directly to the next door with her small bag - she was doing research, really.

Teachers from the journalism department heard that the Wen family's parents were coming, and they even came to visit with fruit snacks.

The teacher held Dad Wen's hand and kept saying that they were teaching well and that classmate Wen Lan was great.

Father Wen smiled a little reluctantly.

In fact, he hoped that his third child would be a mediocre person.

It doesn’t have to be so good, it’s good to live a stable life.

The teacher also gave them reassurance, explaining that the safety of war reporters was guaranteed, and gave many examples to try to make them feel a little more at ease.

It is impossible to feel at ease. Wen's mother said that she supported Wen Lan's decision, but the bubbles at the corners of her mouth did not go away.

She has been cooking in different ways these days, all of which are Wen Lan's favorite hometown dishes, and she wishes she could eat them five times a day.

Courtyard No. 88 is occasionally noisy and sometimes laughs. Time passes ruthlessly bit by bit in the company of family members, without caring about their moods.

On this day, Xie Yufei suddenly came with a big box.

Wen Lan thought he was looking for Lin Nianhe and pointed to the next door: "Hezi is over there with Su Yuncheng."

Xie Yufei shook his head, put the box down, and said, "I'm looking for you."

"what?"

Wen Lan didn't understand what Xie Yufei could do with him, so she just looked at him doubtfully.

Xie Yufei opened the box. Inside was a camera and countless films.

It felt like he had collected all the film in Beijing.

Xie Yufei said: "Sister Lan, this is the camera I used when filming movies. I only used it once or twice. It was used when taking stills... Time is too tight and I don't have time to buy you a new one. You can use it."

Wen Lan quickly shook her head: "No, I have a camera. This thing of yours is precious, so you can keep it for yourself."

Xie Yufei stood up straight, looked at Wen Lan and said, "Use it, it's more meaningful in your hands... Speaking of which, my father and brother have fought many wars, but I actually never know what the battlefield is like. of."

"Sister Lan, I admire you very much."

"Take care of yourself."