"Sister Huang Lan hesitated like that, so Xueer and I could pretty much guess the answer," An You said, secretly glancing sideways at Huang Lan and waiting for her to admit it herself.
"All right, there's no harm in telling you!" Huang Lan thought about it. Since they had already guessed, it didn't matter whether she said it or not. She continued, "Although China is a country where guns are banned, that doesn't mean civilians can't ever touch one. There are shooting ranges where people can play with guns. Besides, it's the twenty-first century—what can't money buy? Fellow Daoist An Yang doesn't spend much time in China. It would be stranger if he had never come into contact with firearms."
As she spoke, she muttered, "Maybe he's even better at it than I am! Huh... Didn't you already guess it? Why are you still so surprised?"
"Oh, oh, I was just a little shocked on instinct." An You hurriedly put away her incredulous expression, suddenly feeling that An Dayang was so unfamiliar.
She had always thought that she and he had been conceived in the same womb. She had even kicked him in the butt while they were in Teacher Xie's belly, kicking him out and causing him to be born six years early. After that, they had spent more than a decade together day and night. So no matter how annoyed she was whenever she looked at him, she still understood him. For example, even after entering society, he was just as irritating as before, and seeing him still made her annoyed!
Only now did she realize that An Dayang was no longer the An Dayang who had quietly lived a shabby life in an old school district apartment. The upheavals he had experienced over the past few years