Chapter 359 I'll take Chenchen down to play for a while
"cut."
An Jiajun was too lazy to argue with him, so he moved closer to Chenchen again, even using bubbling sounds this time:
"The basketball machine has a fire-breathing dinosaur special effect. Don't you want to check it out?"
Chenchen leaned closer to Lu Yiran, his face wrinkled into a bun:
"You're dirty."
The two words were like a bolt from the blue, and the box fell silent instantly.
Shi Mubai's hand holding the glass stopped mid-air, and Qi Fengyao laughed so hard that he slapped his thigh:
"Did you hear that? Chenchen thinks you're dirty, hahahahaha."
"You're the one with dirty hands! Your whole family has dirty hands."
An Jiajun retorted without any hesitation, but the next second he collapsed back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling with despair.
If I had known this, I should have checked the almanac before going out today - avoid: teasing children, do: be autistic.
Lu Yiran and Shi Mubai were no longer surprised by this scene. Qi Fengyao and An Jiajun were a pair of funny guys. They had always been at odds with each other since childhood. If they didn't quarrel one day, it would seem like the sun had risen from the west.
But where had Chenchen ever seen such a scene?
The little guy nervously grasped the corner of Lu Yiran's clothes, and his eyes like black grapes moved back and forth between the two of them.
Seeing An Jiajun's desperate look after being criticized, he suddenly felt a little sorry for the uncle in the flowered shirt.
After hesitating for a long time, Chenchen finally took out a tissue and handed it over carefully:
"There's oil on your hands, wipe it off."
An Jiajun was stunned.
The tissue was hanging in the air. He looked down at the smaller version of Lu Yiran in front of him. His nose suddenly felt a little sour. How come he was healed by the little angel?
He took the tissue and wiped it roughly, then opened his arms to give a bear hug.
"Chenchen! You're still good to your uncle. From now on, you're my real brother. If these bastards dare to bully you, just tell me! I will definitely help you get revenge."
At this time, An Jiajun had already forgotten who had caused him to fall into this situation.
Lu Yiran's hand, which was shaking the wine glass, suddenly paused: "You and him... are brothers?"
"What? Do you have any objections?"
An Jiajun protected Chenchen behind him, like an old hen protecting her chicks.
"No problem, what can I say..."
Lu Yiran swirled the crystal glass gracefully, and the amber wine reflected a cunning light under the light.
He raised the corner of his lips slightly and added slowly:
"Since you and my son are so close..."
The deliberately drawn-out ending is like a fishhook hanging in the air.
"So we're of different generations, right? Come on, call me daddy."
"Puff—cough cough cough!"
Shi Mubai choked and his face turned red, and most of the whiskey in his hand spilled.
Qi Fengyao was laughing so hard that he fell backwards. The whole box was filled with their laughter, even drowning out the background music.
An Jiajun froze in place as if struck by lightning, his shoulders trembling slightly under his floral shirt. Only then did he realize that he had been tricked.
Chenchen stood behind An Jiajun, staring at him as if he were a mentally retarded person, his little face full of disgust as if to say, "Is this person a fool?"
The little guy took three steps back silently, and then three steps.
He remembered clearly that he had never agreed to be the brother of this uncle in the flowered shirt.
Xiao Nuan said that idiots are like the flu, you will be infected if you get too close to them.
Chenchen stared at An Jiajun's shiny hair warily and decided to keep a greater distance.
He can't become a fool, otherwise Xiao Nuan will dislike him...
An Jiajun's trembling fingers pointed at the three bad friends one by one, and finally stopped at the smirking Lu Yiran.
"You...you are all working together to trick me!"
Qi Fengyao wiped the tears from his laughter and continued:
"How can something that requires intelligence be called a pit?"
Shi Mubai finally recovered his breath and raised his glass to greet:
"Cheers to our new 'eldest nephew'."
Chenchen looked at the adults making a mess and suddenly felt that this evening seemed... not so boring?
He secretly glanced at An Jiajun, who was jumping with anger, and quickly picked up a blueberry from the fruit bowl with his little hand.
Well, it turns out that you still need some snacks when watching a show.
…
The atmosphere in the box gradually relaxed, and several people returned to their previous state of joking and bantering.
The whiskey swayed in the glass, and the ice cubes made a crisp sound when they collided.
Shi Mubai stroked the wine glass, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised:
"I went to Shenzhen last month and met her parents."
An Jiajun immediately became interested when he heard this: "Wow! Is our Young Master Shi finally going to settle down?"
Qi Fengyao also looked at Shi Mubai and teased:
"I remember someone said when we broke up, 'I will never...'"
"If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb."
Shi Mubai's ears turned slightly red, but he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes:
"The engagement party will be next month, and none of you are allowed to miss it."
Lu Yiran raised his glass and said, "Congratulations."
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Chenchen fiddling with the napkin on the table boredly. The little guy had already secretly yawned for the third time.
Lu Yiran put down his wine glass and rubbed Chenchen's head as he stood up:
"You guys continue chatting, I'll take Chenchen downstairs to play for a while."
He had chosen this place today specifically to strengthen the father-son relationship with Chenchen. What was the point of drinking there all the time?
Moreover, when he brought Chenchen up here before, he noticed Chenchen's expression. He could tell that Chenchen must like this place.
After all, Chenchen is just a five-year-old child, and it is his nature to love playing.
An Jiajun suddenly became energetic and jumped up from the sofa:
"Wait for me! I'll go with you."
"Who wants to play with 'eldest nephew'?"
Qi Fengyao retorted reflexively, but before he could finish his words, he was hit by a flying pillow.
"Qi Fengyao! Come on, let's have a fight. If I don't make you call me daddy today, I'll write my name backwards!"
Qi Fengyao sneered and walked straight downstairs.
Shi Mubai was originally not interested in the game, but seeing the two of them being on edge, he still followed with a smile. After all, he really wanted to see their good show.
After taking the elevator downstairs, they split into two groups.
An Jiajun and Qi Fengyao went to the first floor to race cars, Shi Mubai watched from the side, and Lu Yiran took Chenchen to other floors to play games.
Lu Yiran brought Chenchen to the game hall on the third floor, where deafening sound waves mixed with children's laughter hit them.
Chenchen subconsciously grabbed the hem of Lu Yiran's suit, but his eyes were bright as if filled with stars.
Neon tubes intertwine to form a galaxy on the ceiling, and various game consoles flash tempting lights.
The racing simulator roared, teenagers on the dance machine stepped on dazzling arrows, and a group of screaming little girls gathered in front of the claw machine.
The air was filled with the sweet aroma of popcorn and a faint smell of motor oil, and the floor vibrated slightly with the sound effects.
"First time here?"
Lu Yiran bent down and asked in his ear.
Chenchen nodded, his little face reflected by the fluorescent screen, sometimes blue and sometimes red.
He never knew there was such a place in the world. The carousel in the amusement park didn't make such a cool "bang bang" shooting sound.
Lu Yiran brought Chenchen to the front desk to exchange for a basket of game coins. The heavy sound of metal colliding made Chenchen swallow his saliva.
"Which one do you want to play first?"
Lu Yiran loosened his tie and followed Chenchen's gaze. Chenchen was staring at a light gun shooting game not far away.
The swarm of zombies on the screen were being blasted to ashes by laser beams.
Chenchen was deeply attracted by the gun and walked towards that direction uncontrollably. Seeing this, Lu Yiran followed him.
He had just walked up to the game console when the kid who was playing there just finished the game and left.
Chenchen's eyes were fixed on the light gun in the shooting area, and the flashing neon lights were reflected in his obsidian pupils.
Although this gun is just a plastic toy, the weight in his hand inexplicably reminds him of the real gun he touched when Shen Changfeng took him to the army. It was cold, heavy, and full of power.
"Want to try it?"
Lu Yiran's voice came from above his head.
Chenchen nodded vigorously, his little hand reaching for the gun rack impatiently.
Lu Yiran chuckled, took out two light guns, handed one to him, and held the other in his own hand.
He half-knelt down, put his arm around Chenchen's small shoulders, and held the gun with his hand, with his index finger lightly resting on the trigger.
"Hold tight, but not too hard."
His voice was low and steady, as if he was teaching him some extraordinary skill:
“When aiming, your eyes, the crosshairs, and the target should be in a straight line.”
After Lu Yiran finished speaking, he put a few game coins into the game machine and the game officially began.
Chenchen held his breath, followed his instructions, squinted one eye, and glanced awkwardly at the screen in front of him.
"Bang!"
The first shot missed, and the bullet grazed the virtual zombie's ear.
Chenchen frowned in annoyance, but Lu Yiran just rubbed his head and said, "Come again."
The second time, the third time... Chenchen gradually found the feeling.
When the fifth bullet finally hit the zombie's forehead, he almost jumped up with excitement:
"I hit it!"
Lu Yiran raised the corners of his lips slightly:
"Good, now try firing continuously."
The game enters the second level, and zombies come in like a tide.
Chenchen pulled the trigger in a panic, but there were too many enemies and his bullets were always a beat late.
Just when he was about to be surrounded, a burst of intense gunfire suddenly came from beside him.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
Lu Yiran held the gun with one hand, and his slender fingers pulled the trigger at an astonishing speed, and every bullet hit the head accurately.
The zombies on the screen fell down in droves, and the score soared wildly.
Chenchen opened his eyes wide, his mouth slightly open, completely stunned.
Lu Yiran glanced at him sideways, with a hint of mischief in his eyes.
"Don't just stand there, follow me."
Chenchen suddenly came to his senses and quickly raised his gun to shoot.
This time, he imitated Lu Yiran and stopped panicking. Instead, he aimed and fired steadily and accurately.
The two men fired gunshots one after another, and with their tacit coordination, the zombie horde was defeated step by step.
When the final boss collapsed and the brilliant word "WIN" exploded on the screen, Chenchen's cheeks flushed with excitement. He looked up at Lu Yiran with eyes filled with admiration:
“You’re awesome!”
Lu Yiran raised his eyebrows: "It's okay."
Lu Yiran's eyes flickered slightly, and he reached out and rubbed his hair:
"What else do you want to play?"
Chenchen clenched the gun handle, his eyes sparkling:
"One more round!"
This time, he stood closer to Lu Yiran.
"The last level, do you dare to challenge it?"
Lu Yiran pointed at the blood-red words "Hell Mode" on the screen.
Chenchen's fingertips still felt the touch of the trigger, and he immediately straightened his body when he heard the words: "Dare!"
The music suddenly became rapid and the screen glowed a dangerous red.
The thirty-second countdown began, and Chenchen suddenly felt a warmth on the back of his hand. Lu Yiran knelt on one knee behind him, and his big, bony hand completely wrapped around his small hand holding the gun.
"This time I'll teach you how to swing a gun."
The warm breath brushed past his ears, and Chenchen smelled the faint scent of cedar on the other person.
"Look for the line connecting the two targets..."
Before he finished speaking, Lu Yiran suddenly drew a sharp arc with his wrist.
“Bang!”
The two gunshots almost overlapped, and two zombies in the distance were shot in the head at the same time.
Before Chenchen could react, Lu Yiran moved sideways with him and changed the magazine with a click. Three bullets whizzed out.
"Wow!"
Chenchen couldn't help but exclaim.
The feeling of the gun vibrating in his palm made him tremble all over. The muscles of Lu Yiran's arms were faintly visible under his shirt, and every shot was accompanied by a reassuring sense of power.
With ten seconds left in the countdown, a tide of zombies came like a tsunami.
Chenchen suddenly broke free from Lu Yiran's hand:
"I'll try it myself!"
He flicked his wrist as he remembered, and actually hit three moving targets in a row.
"pretty!"
Lu Yiran admired sincerely, and at the same time, he killed the monster that attacked from the side with lightning speed.
The father and son stood back to back, forming an offensive and defensive alliance, and their bullets formed an impenetrable firepower network.
When the passing animation came on, Chenchen's hair was wet with sweat.
He gasped and looked at the standings. He and Lu Yiran's team were at the top of the list today.
The little guy's voice was trembling, and his face was full of disbelief:
"We...we are the champions?"
Lu Yiran smiled and wiped the sweat from the tip of his nose with his thumb:
"It's a partner."
As he said this, he took the prize from the waiter like a magic trick, which was a teddy bear doll wearing camouflage clothes.
Chenchen hugged the plush bear tightly in his arms, and the fur of the trophy rubbed his chin, making it itchy.
He suddenly raised his little face, his eyes still dancing with excitement: "You... do you play this often?"
Lu Yiran neatly inserted the laser gun back into the bracket, and the hem of his suit drew a stylish arc when he turned around.
He spoke lightly, but paused deliberately:
"I used to play it when I was a kid, but I haven't touched it in seven or eight years."
"Want to play something else?"
Lu Yiran bent down and asked him, his tie hanging from his shoulders, glowing dark blue under the neon lights.
Chenchen nodded vigorously, and the ends of his hair jumped along with it.
Every cell in his body was jumping with joy at this moment, a feeling he had never experienced before.
The carousel in the amusement park only makes him drowsy, and the noise from the kids in the ball pool always gives him a headache.
But here, the recoil of the gun still lingered in my palms, the electronic sound effects vibrated on my eardrums, and most importantly...
He secretly glanced at Lu Yiran who was standing beside him.
Chenchen suddenly realized that this is what it felt like to play with Daddy. It was not about being protected behind him, but fighting side by side.
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