Just kidding.

Xiaoming's father likes to shoot birds. Today, he is going out to shoot birds with a shotgun on his back. Xiao Ming saw it and quickly stopped him and said:

"Dad, did you go out to shoot birds again today?"

"Yes, son. Do you want to go bird hunting with me? " Dad said with a big smile.

"Dad, I won't go bird hunting with you, and I will stop you from going bird hunting. Are you really not our friend? It can help us catch pests and bring us joy, "Xiao Ming said seriously.

"Anyway, there are so many birds, and it doesn't matter if you hit a few. Then other birds can be happy for your arrival and catch pests for you! " Dad also said without weakness.

"But if people in the world are like you, each person plays a few, and each person plays a few, will there be survivors of birds? Besides, a bird is alive. It has its own family. Won't his mother be sad if he dies? " Xiaoming is confident and full of tunnels.

"That ... that ... it doesn't matter! What you said is so reasonable, well, I will never shoot birds again! " Dad said reluctantly.

"The son has finally grown up and can convince his father. Great! " Dad said happily.