"Okay, let's take a family photo today."
On the other side, Ying Zheng was stunned when he heard the little boy's words, and a strange feeling surged in his chest, sour and swollen.
Yes, they are a family, the closest and most trusting family in the world, and the bond between them cannot be erased even by time.
Ying Zheng gazed quietly at his wife and children, a smile blooming on his mature and handsome face, like a cold pond melting and rippling with spring waves, bright and gentle.
A moment later, in the magnificent palace, the family sat on the sofa, the midday sun shone through the glass windows, and the atmosphere was quiet and warm.
Ying Zheng was holding Luan'er, Chu Yuening was holding Jue'er, and Ying Zhao was sitting between his father and mother, with a little parrot standing on his shoulder.
Aunt Mei, who was temporarily entrusted with an important task, was a little nervous. She swallowed nervously and asked carefully.
"Your Majesty, Madam, shall I begin?"
"Well, don't be nervous, just take a few more pictures."
"Yes, my lady."
Aunt Mei took a deep breath, raised the silver box, and concentrated on adjusting the viewing angle. After adjusting to the most perfect picture, she quickly pressed the button.
A slight "click" sound was heard, and a warm and beautiful family portrait was frozen in time.
A mature and steady man, a beautiful and quiet woman, a delicate and pretty child, a clever and quirky parrot, they snuggled together intimately, their faces filled with happy smiles.
The warm sunlight covered them with a layer of golden gauze, and even their hair glowed with a warm luster.
At this moment, time is eternal.
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