Huo Jinnan looked at Xiaoliao.
Xiaoliao looked at Jin Bo, raised his head, and after a while, spoke slowly, "Uncle, I... I want a gun, can you ask Grandpa to get me one?"
Jin Bo, "..."
He bent down and patted Xiaoliao's head, "Why do you want a gun?"
Xiaoliao looked at Jin Bo, his eyes as beautiful as black glaze soaked in mercury, "I like it."
Jin Bo, "Why do you like it?"
Xiaoliao spoke in a childish voice, "Just like it."
The old man listened happily by the side, "Alright, our Xiaoliao will attend the National University of Defense Technology in the future, and become an officer, how about that?"
Xiaoliao looked at the old man and smiled, showing his red lips and white teeth, "Okay."
The old man, "You must have a higher rank than your grandpa and great-grandpa, bringing us down, okay?"
Xiaoliao looked at the old man, his voice cute and innocent, "Okay."
The old man listened happily, proudly spoke up, "Look, look, our Xiaoliao is red-rooted and upright."
