If others haven't seen Ji Jin in the past seven years, they may not be able to recognize him at first glance, but for people like Duan Zhaorong and Duan Zhaoan, even after seven or ten years, they can still recognize him at a glance.
People's facial features do undergo great changes as they grow older. However, big changes refer to the growth of the entire facial features. In subtle terms, this change will not be too big.
With long facial features, Ji Jin looked like an adult. His brows were straight, his eyes were mellow, and his brows were filled with arrogance that he should have at this age, but what didn't change was his expression.
Flamboyant and energetic, with the arrogance of a young man from Beijing. No matter how mature he becomes, the arrogance he has long cultivated will not be lost. Instead, as time goes by, it will change from the superficial arrogance to the deep and hidden one.
In every gesture, this arrogance is no longer frivolous and superficial, but also a sign of maturity and confidence.
Now, Ji Jin is still far away from the latter.
Duan Zhaorong looked at the guy who was just a peacock before he left, and then turned into a big man. Then he looked at the callus on his left cheek, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled: "You are left-handed, not bad.
Much better than I imagined.”
Only knowledgeable people know what Duan Zhaorong is talking about. Ji Jin raised his eyebrows and said with some pride: "Of course, I think back then I picked up a gun at the age of three and started shooting with live ammunition at the age of ten. After so many years, I have to learn
It’s important to make some progress. You can’t just go back and grow backwards!”
"You are indeed talented at this." Duan Zhaorong patted his shoulder heavily. This kid was not exaggerating when he said that he practiced shooting with live ammunition at the age of ten. When he was shooting, he was the one who sneaked Duan Zhaoan in.
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Duan Zhaoan was calm, touched the gun, fired one shot, and left alone, fearing that he would be punished to death if someone discovered him.
Ji Jin was young and was being impaled by Aunt Ji, and Mr. Ji wanted to take his grandson with him to the military, so he hid the bullets at home and held a gun for the young Ji Jin to play with.
The ten-year-old Ji Jin was already an expert at dismantling and handling a gun. However, he had never hit a target with a real gun.
As soon as he opened his mouth, Ji Jin knew that he was recalling the time when he took her secretly to target shooting, and couldn't help but laugh, "Thanks to Brother Zhaorong for taking me to target shooting, I let you know that there is such a thing..."
Just as he was talking proudly, he was hit hard on the back of his head, and the smell of a real leather bag wafted to his nose.
It was Ji's mother with a dark face who directly picked up the small backpack in her hand and hit her son on the back of the head.
"Oh, Mom, what are you doing? Are you afraid of beating me into a fool?" Ji Jin didn't finish his words, covering the back of his head and looking at Ji's mother who was getting angry for no reason.
Ji's mother raised her eyebrows, and pointed her well-maintained finger directly at Ji Jin's forehead, "You are not a big boy or a young boy. Your mother, I am here, and you dare to call me "young master" in front of me for three days.
If you don’t beat me, I’ll go to the house and lift the tiles. Your skin is itchy, right?”
With that said, he picked up a luxury brand-name cross-body bag with a five-figure price tag and hit Ji Jin.
Ji Jin was already very agile, but after a year of training in the army, his agility has improved a lot. Seeing that expensive little bag hitting him again, he nimbly dodged and hid.
