"Ding ding ding!" Gong Juechen leapt into the courtyard, "Jingjing, Xingxing, Qingqing, Yunyun, come look, what has Uncle Chenchen brought for you all!"
"Ah, paper windmills! Hurry, hurry, hurry, Uncle Chenchen, give one to Qing'er, give one to Qing'er!"
An Yiqing, with particular enthusiasm, ran towards Gong Juechen and, taking a paper windmill from his hand, began to run all over the courtyard. Because of the wind, the paper windmill spun continuously, and An Yiqing, looking delighted, ran and laughed, filled with joy.
That smile really resembled Maitreya Buddha.
Su Yi Jing, Su Yixing, and An Yiyun also each took a paper windmill from Gong Juechen's hand and played in the courtyard, running with the spinning windmill, all very happy.
And because of the paper windmills, the four little ones temporarily forgot that they were supposed to watch their father, Xiao Changyi, dig for earthworms.
