How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

"Yes, in other words, every day is worth remembering, and some days are especially worth remembering."

Hongli looked at Heiyang with a bright smile, revealing her white teeth, and gently patted Heiyang's shoulder, wishing him a happy birthday!

I'll still be there for you on your next birthday!

Happy birthday, son!

Happy birthday, Xiaoyang!

Happy birthday, Dad!

Happy birthday, Hei Yang!

"Gaga! Happy!"

"..."

Hei Yang looked around at his family and friends, then smiled slightly and said, "Thank you!"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 397: Three parts busy, seven parts aimless busy, but at least I've managed to make my life a perfect ten.

Hei Yang had a very happy birthday after getting married, because he was surrounded by family and friends.

This feeling of happiness and joy will probably last for a year, until my birthday next year.

When Hei Yang celebrates his birthday next year, he will continue to accumulate this joy.

The more beautiful memories accumulated, the more they eventually transformed into happiness, filling and overwhelming him completely.

In addition to verbal blessings, Hei Yang also received gifts from everyone.

There were no priceless treasures, just ordinary objects filled with everyone's sincere blessings.

In Hei Yang's eyes, this was far more precious than any rare treasure.

The gifts weren't even wrapped, and there was no possibility of comparison.

Even on those days in previous years, Hei Yang Hong Li would still enjoy teasing the other person's mentality with birthday gifts, playing around and laughing without anyone finding anything wrong with it.

I always receive gifts with a wary mindset, afraid that I might actually be misled.

But the surprise is precisely because you can't guess it!

Yeah, although sometimes it can be quite frightening.

Huihui gave him a hand-painted portrait of Heiyang Hongli Xiaohuo's family, which was drawn very lifelike.

Although it's hard to believe, this girl really did have a strange period when she was young, practicing music, chess, calligraphy, and painting diligently, striving to become a well-bred young lady.

I don't know how she went astray later on. Of the four arts, she was only fairly good at painting, but in recent years I have rarely seen her calm down and paint anything.

Hei Yang never expected that celebrating his birthday today would prompt "Teacher Huihui" to create another masterpiece.

Hei Yang had seen Qiao Qiao's gift when she came in.

This girl was quite practical; she was carrying a large bag of fresh fruit, which she and her mother had specially picked out from the orchard.

To be fair, if these two girls had swapped their gifts, their styles might have been more compatible.

For example, Huihui, who loves to eat, drink, and have fun and is very outgoing, might give fruit, while Qiaoqiao, who is always quiet, polite, and thoughtful, might give a painting.

But the result was completely the opposite; the two had their own understanding of birthday gifts, something Hei Yang had discovered many years ago.

Huihui prefers to give gifts with strong commemorative and symbolic meanings. These gifts usually only have one function: they look nice when displayed at home.

For example, making your own badges, drawing greeting cards, etc.

Qiaoqiao, on the other hand, prefers to give practical gifts that the recipient will almost certainly use.

For example, food, drinks, and everyday items.

For example, last year, the other party gave Hei Yang and Hong Li each a towel embroidered with their two names.

This year, Qiaoqiao gave them black sun fruit.

It's Hongli's birthday in a few days, and she'll probably come over again with a big bag of fresh vegetables or something.

Huihui, who is usually carefree and unconventional, becomes surprisingly attentive to appearance and details when giving gifts.

Qiaoqiao, who always pays attention to politeness, etiquette, and proper manners, gave a more casual gift.

Their personalities and gift styles are opposites, which is probably why they can become inseparable best friends.

Despite being incompatible and having different values, they always manage to understand each other very quickly.

Perhaps deep down, they each harbor a girl who is very similar to the other.

Qingyi bought Heiyang a new outfit. After dinner, Heiyang was forced to try it on for his mother to see if it looked good on him.

Sigh, it's just my mom's doll. ( )

Another mother, Lan Yuying, gave Hei Yang a very long scarf.

Hongli said with a comical expression that it was the chain used to restrain Heiyang, and then Heiyang chased and beat her for ten minutes... cough cough...

In addition, Xingyun gave Hongli a small red wood carving last time, and this time she gave Hei Xiaoyang to make up for it.

Hong Li was right next to her, leaning on the table with her arm covering half her face as she secretly laughed.

She knew that Hei Yang had mocked her little wooden carving, so she went and carved her own, and now the real thing was here!

Hongli didn't know how Heiyang planned to deal with the two little wooden carvings. She thought one of them could be placed in the small fire room, so that Dad would be with you and you would feel safe sleeping at night.

Of course, for true security, she still needs Hei Yang. Hong Li can't sleep without snuggling in his arms right now.

While it's true that sometimes danger comes precisely from a certain source, it's not all bad, cough cough...

Or rather, will Hei Yang put both Hei Xiao Yang next to Hong Xiao Li?

Ugh, if it's two against one, can Hong Xiaoli handle it? I feel sorry for her and envious at the same time, cough cough...

Hongli's thoughts drifted, her eyes darted around, and she seemed lost in thought, her mind wandering unintentionally.

But then she thought of something funny, and her expression gradually became comical.

As for Hei Yang, he naturally thought of everything Hong Li had thought of.

It's not scary to bump into a wood carving; it's embarrassing if the carving is worse.

To be honest, although Heiyang Carving's wood carvings are also quite good, they don't look that different in appearance.

However, compared to Xingyun's, I always feel that mine is missing a little bit of soul, and it's not as vivid as hers.

Hei Yang worked very hard, and he even sculpted himself, so why is it not as good as others?

Is this the difference between a craftsman and a master, between a skilled worker and a professional?

Wow, I've been outdone!

How can I make my work full of soul?

Hei Yang fell into deep thought.

Why don't we just grab someone off the street, extract their soul, and seal them inside? They must have a real soul!

Just dispose of the body however you like; burn it with a Nirvana Blade and no one should notice! (Just kidding)

cough cough...

No, no, Hei Yang is a positive character, how could he possibly do such evil things!

Cough cough, it must be that wretched Hong Li using some evil magic to influence his mind!

"that……"

Hei Yang thought for a moment, then happily accepted Xingyun's gift. In truth, he was quite happy.

"Thank you!"

"Hehe, I'm glad you like it, Brother Heiyang."

Besides Xingyun, Heiyang was also surprised to find that Xiaohuo and Gaga, the two little guys, also gave him gifts.

A pretty little pendant and a piece of candy that he had treasured for a long time—though they weren't worth much, they still moved Hei Yang to tears.

In addition, to Hei Yang's surprise, Hong Li had other gifts for him.

He originally thought that Hong Li had already given him a great gift by preparing this meal, so in response to Hong Li, Hei Yang ate every last bit of food that was left over.

Seeing how seriously Hei Yang was taking it, Hong Li smiled so much her eyes turned into crescent moons, and gently patted Hei Yang, saying something like, "It's okay, you don't have to finish it all, just be full." Of course, Hei Yang couldn't be full!

I thought that meal was all there was to it, but I never expected there would be a gift too.

Hong Li gave Hei Yang a novel, a gift that was typical of her. Hei Yang immediately exclaimed that it brought back his youthful memories.

I picked up the novel, opened it, and read: "One Hundred Ways to Pamper My Wife: I Am My Wife's Dog".

"..."

Hei Yang closed the book, his face dark as he scanned his surroundings. No one had noticed anything amiss; they were still smiling and praising Xiao Li for her thoughtful gift, saying things like books are the ladder of human progress and knowledge is priceless.

Hei Yang realized why the book title wasn't on the outside of the cover and could only be seen when the book was opened.

Good grief, so this is where he's been waiting for him!