Bing Shi seized a fleeting opportunity when Ru Quan momentarily turned his attention away. Her finger tightened around the trigger and she aimed at the target once more.
Just as she fired, everyone would have thought from the trajectory that she would have missed again, but unexpectedly, the crying bird flew right into her line of fire instead, in order to get itself shot.
Ru Quan settled down nearby and pinched the bridge of his nose, 'Our son crashed what into our living room?'
'A fucking truck! We've got a huge damn truck in our living room again!' Ziek's voice dripped with profanities as he stood there, staring at the shattered french windows of their living room on the second floor, 'Come and discipline this little rascal! He's your damn son too!'
Before turning to head back to camp for a quick 'nap', Ru Quan couldn't resist the urge to share a moment with Bing Shi.
