No. 1002, this is a warm but ordinary two-bedroom apartment.

The decoration inside the house is just like the style of more than ten years ago, mainly white and blue, which looks simple and pleasing to the eye.

Several newly dusted green plants on the balcony swayed gently, and water dripped down from the mouth of the white watering can, soaking in the blue-gray tiles, a piece of water stain was printed.

The range hood roared in the kitchen, and the sound of the egg shell being broken, the crisp sound of chopsticks stirring quickly in the bowl, accompanied by the little songs hummed in the woman's mouth.

The dining table in the living room has been set up, with the white of steamed mandarin fish, the red of garlic shrimp, the green of fresh mushrooms and vegetables, and the fragrant egg yolks in the kitchen...

The mixture of sound, color and smell wove a happy family atmosphere.

The woman who looked past the kitchen, and the dining table in the living room gradually turned to the open bedroom. There were three pillars of fragrant fragrance on the southeast wall that were worshiping something, but it flashed by.

An orange light oozed out of the bedroom. On the red plaid tablecloth on the desk, the man, woman and boy's family of three were embedded in the frame and hugging each other and smiling.

Happiness is always frozen in the moment of three smiling faces.

"If you only have one bullet and there are two gangsters holding knives standing in front of you, how can you ensure that you live?"

The boy lying on the desk with his hands, secretly pinching the rubber on his palm, biting his lips and looking at the page of the title on the desk.

He is very beautiful, with a slightly fleshy cheek on his fair face. Even at the age of six or seven, there is an extraordinary heroic spirit between his eyebrows.

But now his big eyes were filled with deep confusion because he was still unaware of the final question in front of him.

In the answers section of the title, he wrote down three answers, but they were all criticized by red pen one by one.

The first answer: "I want to run away."

Note: "You are a child, you can't escape the criminals."

The second answer: "Stand wherever you step forward, I will hit whoever you step forward."

Note: "Abolish the first person, you will die from the second person."

The third answer: "Do I want to find a suitable angle to hit two people with a bullet?"

Note: "Don't complain when doing questions. This kind of answer is not allowed to appear again in the future, and you cannot even have any ideas."

Looking at the above three answers that have been criticized, the boy sat straight and his eyes were looking at the topic, but his mind began to interpret it.

In the narrow and cramped dark box, two tall black shadows with sharp knives blocked the front, but he, a short elementary school student, was trembling with a pistol.

Although the topic is a bit strange, the situation is not consistent with common sense.

However, the boy has been doing similar questions since he can remember, but the difficulty is getting higher and higher every year.

Today is his seventh birthday, but it is also his father's 37th birthday. The father and the father have celebrated their birthdays on the same day for the past seven years.

But even on such a special day, the questions that need to be trained every day are always unavoidable.

And today's final question is more difficult than ever before.

The boy has been stuck on this question for an hour, and has never got the correct answer through countless calculations.

After the third answer was severely rejected, he began to close his eyes and constantly interpret the question scene in his mind, trying to find the correct answer in this way.

Finally, my mother outside the kitchen held two bowls of fragrant and hot egg noodles on the dining table. When the two bowls collided with the table, she made two pleasant sounds, one in front and one behind.

The boy suddenly opened his eyes, and the pencil that had not moved for a long time quickly wrote down the fourth answer on the new page answer sheet:

"I can't lift my gun and don't let them know the number of bullets, just act as a deterrent."

Finally, at this moment, a middle-aged man who had been lying on the bed reading a book, heard the sound of the pencil sliding and flipped over and got up.

The man had particularly handsome facial features, clear edges and angular faces, protruding eyebrows, and a very wise glow in his eyes.

But if you look deeply, you can always read a deep sadness from this face that is not considered vicissitudes of life.

When the man saw the boy's fourth answer, his eyes lit up and exclaimed, raising his hand as if he was stroking the boy's head, but then he shook his head slightly and retracted his hand.

The boy was already happy, but after seeing the man's performance, he immediately returned to his original position.

He could only watch his father sigh with his own eyes, look at himself deeply with a very complicated look, and finally took out a red pen and wrote a big "wrong" again.

But this time, what made the boy go from worry to joy was that after his father made a mistake, he did not throw the notebook back, but instead started writing something on his own.

The boy was overjoyed, and his butt, sitting on the chair, began to no longer remained calm, and his nose kept smelling the aroma of dishes on the dining table.

What he was excited about was not that his father would give the correct answer that he could not find.

But his father no longer forced him to do this question, and he could finally leave here and celebrate his seventh birthday.

"The expression of this question is very general, with only basic scenario information.

In this case, there will be many factors you need to consider. If you want to be more confident in life, you should collect information.

But the reason why you make mistakes again and again is that you only focus on yourself.

The correct answer is to serve his preferences.

Use your advantage of having a bullet to negotiate, test, and understand why the two gangsters intercepted you? What purpose do you have? What ultimately you want to do?

Only when you have enough information from the other party can you truly deal with it, solve it, and finally survive.

Don’t focus on all things just on one side, but analyze them from multiple angles and look at them from multiple perspectives.

You must learn to explore, understand, and apply.

Tongguan, this is not just a question, your life will be long in the future..."

This is the longest annotation my father has ever written for Tongguan since he was born, learned to read, and did questions.

In the comments to the final question, there is only one sentence. The other content may be related to the question or not.

But at this time, the little Tongguan did not read it seriously. His mind had already flown to the living room and dining table, the seventh birthday that he would never forget.

Green plants, dining table, red grid, birthday, father and son, woman, egg noodles, family fun...

In the southeast corner of the living room, the twenty-five-year-old Tongguan was already in tears holding the book, and his trembling hands stroked the long comment left by his father.

Maybe Tong En had a premonition, maybe Tongguan was destined.

The countless questions he had done in the seven years he had spent with his parents, and the annotations he had not taken seriously at the age of seven, all became valuable assets for his survival many years later.

Tongguan cried, and the tears drowned him in the past memories woven in 1002.

His heart began to heat up, like the scorching tears and burning memories, the pressure in the air gradually climbed, but he knew nothing about it.

The spleen earth is the most yin in the yin. Under the burning of the heart fire, the qi and blood surge, making the already sinking Tongguan more emotional.

The only woman in the living room, Ajing, who was unbuttoning her apron and smiling, slowly turned her eyes to Tongguan, which was crying in the southeast.
Chapter completed!