After having noodles, we saw off our relatives and friends.
A simple yet lively first birthday celebration quickly came to an end.
In the living room of the Zhang Family Courtyard, at this moment, Zhang Guoqing was holding his son, while Zhou Jiao was recording the gifts received.
"The biggest regret is that Dad didn't come these two times. Son, remember, you must never become a soldier in the future. It's fine to play with the wooden gun Grandpa gave, but don't take it seriously..."
Zhou Jiao couldn't help but laugh at Zhang Guoqing's ramblings.
"You really shouldn't laugh. If Ping'an joins the army in the future, we might not even know how many times we'll see him in a year. Son, just thinking about it makes Daddy's heart ache..."
Zhang Guoqing played with his son on the bed, pretending to fall down in anguish.
Which made Zhou Jiao burst out laughing.
