Song Xi glanced at his wife's brother with dark eyes, and reluctantly compromised: "Okay, let's play music."

He just didn't want to sing in public, so he planned to skip this procedure, but he still couldn't get past it.

Yu Yalan on the side chuckled a few times, held her husband's hand and comforted her: "It's okay, you just need to lip-sync. The chorus of Hongxuan and the others should be loud enough."

The servants who served as musicians in the corner of the banquet played the melody of the "Birthday Song", and the sound of shengs and flutes and orchestral music made the scene boiling instantly.

Yu Hongxuan led the singing loudly from the front with a bright smile, while the other guards and maids echoed in unison from their respective stations.

The loud singing resounded throughout the house, and all the guests and friends present were moved to smiles.

"I wish you longevity and longevity, and congratulate you on your happy birthday. This day will come to you every year, and this day will come to you every year. Congratulations, congratulations!"

This "Birthday Song" is not long, and Yu Hongxuan only chose a short section to sing it. Anyway, it is just to create a lively atmosphere and convey his thoughts well.

Previously, he deliberately rehearsed with everyone for several days, and the final result was pretty good.

Song Xi and Yu Yalan also sang a few words softly, but the chorus was too loud and drowned out the voices of their husband and wife.

The little dumpling was very happy. He clapped his hands and smiled happily. His cute little face was rosy and his big black grape eyes were full of sparkle.

When Song Xi saw her son so happy, the awkwardness and embarrassment she felt at first were immediately forgotten.

"Yu'er, daddy wishes you a happy birthday. May you be smart and everything will go well!"

Yu Yalan also held Xiaotuanzi's hand and sent her blessings with tender eyes.

"Yu'er, mother also wishes you a happy first birthday. May you be safe and healthy and grow up quickly."

Yu Hongxuan came over laughing and joking, teasing his little nephew with exaggerated movements, "Baby Yu'er, uncle wishes you a happy birthday, happiness every day, both civil and military skills, and all your dreams come true! In the future, just like my uncle, you will grow up to be famous all over the world.

handsome man!"

All the guests laughed happily and came forward to send birthday wishes to the birthday boy.

The banquet was as lively as a New Year's Eve, and both adults and children were having a great time getting along.

Surrounded by love and blessings, Xiaotuanzi was very excited. This was the first time he had received so much warmth and attention.

Although the little melon who has just turned one year old does not quite understand the meaning of growing up, his precocious and keen perception can sense the sincerity and goodwill of everyone.

Xiao Song Yu held a large stack of generous red envelopes and politely thanked his uncles and aunts in a soft and cute voice: "Thank you, happy birthday!"

Everyone laughed at his cute appearance and praised Xiaotuanzi for being smart and well-behaved.

The birthday boy was a little shy and threw himself into his father's arms. After a while, he came out and blew everyone a kiss.

"Ouch! This is so new! Brother Yu, do you want to give us a kiss?"

"What do you want from a rough old man? Get out of the way! Be careful of the calluses on your hands that scratch the child."

"Hey——! What's wrong with the calluses on my hands? This is proof of my hard work! Our brother Yu will also practice kung fu and martial arts in the future. What's wrong with getting used to it early?"

"Go, go, go! What kind of martial arts is this little baby doing? Brother Yu, don't listen to your Grandpa Xiong's nonsense. Let's just grow up slowly. There's no need to worry about other things now."

Xiaotuanzi could not understand the arguments of the adults, but he found the bickering scene very amusing. He clapped his little hands and looked around, as if to cheer up the arguing people.

Song Xi put the red envelope in his arms into his wife's hands, and carried his son to the table specially designed for Zhou Zhou.

At this time, the desk was filled with various scratching objects, all of which were made into small and delicate shapes to prevent children from being scratched.

"Yu'er, go pick one or two of your favorites. Once you've made your choice, come back to daddy."

Song Xi put the small dumplings on the table, pointed at the things in front of him and warned them gently.

The guests and friends present gathered around to watch, waiting expectantly for the little one's choice.

No one dared to speak out to interfere with the process of catching Zhou, for fear of giving the little dumpling the wrong direction. At the same time, they were brewing festive congratulations in their hearts. No matter what the little baby caught, they would have a way to smooth things over and give blessings.

Xiao Song Yu stood at one end of the table, looking at various exquisite objects with his big dark eyes. It didn't take long for him to take steps, stepping on his tiger-toe shoes and running straight towards the goal in his heart.

Rouwowo's little hand first grabbed a small wooden sword, and then picked up a wooden model of a blunderbuss and the first volume of the Analects of Confucius.

With both hands full, the little baby glanced at the brush and abacus, frowned and hesitated for a while, but finally turned around and left, happily running into his father's arms.

Song Xi picked up her precious son, her handsome face unable to conceal her happiness and satisfaction.

"Yu'er did a great job! In the future, he will practice martial arts with his father, and then study and learn calligraphy with his mother. We will study both civil and military skills and advance at the same time. In the future, we will fight in the north and south with our father and protect our homeland!"

Yu Yalan touched her son's head tenderly and encouraged with a smile: "Yu'er is so amazing. He caught so many things at once. Mother only hopes that you are safe and healthy, and that everything you choose will be successful."

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Xiaotuanzi held the three objects in his arms and looked at his father and mother in confusion. Perhaps he felt the warm love. He raised his small wooden sword and shouted excitedly: "Ouch!"

The onlookers were overjoyed and immediately sent beautiful congratulations and praises.

"With books, swords, literary skills and military strategies! Our Brother Yu's future is bound to be limitless!"

"How nice would it be to give him a bag? Brother Yu just wanted to grab the brush and abacus together."

"It seems that he is planning to inherit all the advantages of his parents? Maybe he can actually do it. After all, such smart soul boys are rare in the world!"

"Brother Yu is really well-behaved and sensible. Auntie wishes you good health on your first birthday. I wish you good fortune and happiness, and a worry-free life!"

Everyone gathered around the little dumpling to say auspicious words affectionately, but Yu Hongxuan was the only one who felt a little resentful.

He quietly came to the little baby's side, holding up the medical book in his hand and pretending to complain: "Baby, there are several books on the desk, why don't you choose "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" by your uncle? My uncle's world-class medical skills need to be inherited.

There is no one!"

Xiaotuanzi lay in his father's arms, watching his funny expressions with amusement on his face, without any intention of reaching out to receive the medical book.

Yu Hongxuan finally understood that guidance was useless, so he patted Song Xi on the shoulder and urged: "Brother-in-law, why don't you and my sister have a few more children? If there is no one to inherit my powerful medical skills that are both Chinese and Western, I will have to do it in the future.

I will regret it for the rest of my life!"
Chapter completed!