Next, Ying Jue gave me a set of exquisite origami weapons, including paper tanks, paper airplanes, and paper guns...
He learned this from a book called "The Art of Origami" given to him by his mother.
Ying Zheng looked at the exquisite paper tank with great interest.
When he discovered that each part could be disassembled and assembled, he couldn't help but marvel at his child's intelligence.
"Jue'er is extremely talented and will surely achieve extraordinary success in this field in the future."
"Yes, Father, I will."
Ying Jue spoke in a baby voice, his big dark and calm eyes full of determination.
Seeing that the little boy was so mentally strong at such a young age, Ying Zheng touched his furry little head with satisfaction.
The father and son have the most similar personalities, and there is always an indescribable sense of tacit understanding between them.
When it was Ying Luan's turn to give a gift, she hugged her father's neck and gave him a big kiss.
The whole family was at a loss for words. What a clever little kid.
However, the birthday girl's old father, Ying Zheng, was very satisfied and happily held his daughter high in his arms.
For a moment, a series of clear laughter like silver bells rang out in the hall.
Chu Yuening gazed at this heartwarming scene with a sweet smile. When she looked at the birthday girl, her beautiful, clear eyes were full of brilliance.
"A Zheng, I haven't given you a birthday present yet!"
"Having you by my side is the best birthday gift."
Ying Zheng replied softly, his dignified and reserved face softened, a warm and happy smile revealed between his brows.
I have a lover, children and a home.
It was the best birthday gift he had received in more than thirty years.
At the beginning of spring, the ice and snow melted.
Amid the laughter of his wife and children, Ying Zheng happily celebrated his 31st birthday.
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