Gao Yuan wanted to understand the reason, but Luo Xingyu didn't care about that, she said loudly, "If Uncle Xiang says to take the machine gun, then it's the machine gun, everything is the same."
Xiang Weiguo waved his hands and said, "It's not the same, not the same at all; there's a big difference here."
Luo Xingyu glanced at the rifle in her hand, then at the machine gun on the gun rack, and said, "They look exactly the same to me."
Gao Yuan said exasperatedly, "How can they be the same? Let me put it this way to you... Are lipstick shades the same?"
Luo Xingyu suddenly realized and said, "Oh, I see, is the difference that big?"
This left Gao Yuan speechless. Were lipstick shades really that different?
Xiang Weiguo coughed lightly and said, "What kind of comparison is that? Are guns and lipstick the same thing?"
Gao Yuan thought for a moment, then decided to give up explaining. Uncle Xiang would never understand the complexity of lipstick shades.