Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

Happy birthday, Dad!

At Ding Heng's behest, the children were unaware that today was their grandfather's funeral.

So Ding Yu'an was still very happy and stuffed the drawing paper into Ding Heng's hand.

Ding Heng picked up his daughter and pinched her soft, adorable face: "Daddy's birthday was five days ago."

"I knew!"

The little girl said confidently, "But so many people give you gifts on your birthday, you definitely won't remember them. I'm giving you a gift now, and it's something I've carefully prepared, so you'll definitely remember me the longest, Dad!"

Ding Heng was amused by his daughter.

Where did this little girl learn her tricks? She keeps coming up with all sorts of excuses...

"Did your mom teach you that?"

"No way!"

Ding Yu'an retorted loudly.

Ding Heng guessed again: "That must be because you were too playful. Your mother reminded you to prepare a birthday present for your father, but you only finished drawing it today."

"Daddy~ Waaaaah... Stop talking!"

When her father's words hit the nail on the head, Ding Yu'an blushed and snuggled into his arms, acting coquettishly.

Ding Heng patted his daughter's head happily and unfolded the drawing paper.

The drawing paper was crookedly filled with a large family, but only Ding Heng and Zhao Yanxi could be barely made out.

"An'an, what kind of painting is this?"

"It's a family photo, Dad, can't you tell?"

Ding Yu'an began introducing Ding Heng to everyone one by one: "This is Dad, this is Mom, this is Jingjing's mom, this is..."

"what about this?"

Ding Heng pointed to the corner of the drawing paper, where a little old man was holding a camera.

"This is Grandpa!"

"You also drew Grandpa?"

"Yup!"

Ding Yu'an murmured to himself, seemingly finding his father's question strange.

"This is a family photo, Grandpa definitely has to be in it!"

She stretched out her fingers and carefully counted the people in the painting, emphasizing it again at the end.

"A family photo means the whole family must be there, no one can be missing."

"What a coincidence..."

Ding Heng murmured a sigh.

On the same day, the daughter finally made up for the missing piece in the father's family photo.

Ding Yu'an asked curiously, "Dad, will Grandpa come to visit us again this Chinese New Year?"

Ding Heng shook his head: "No, Grandpa is taking pictures outside, a very, very important picture!"

"Ugh... Grandpa is such a liar, he just promised to take New Year's photos for An'an last year."

Ding Yu'an pouted, looking unhappy.

"It's okay, Dad will take the picture for you this year."

Ding Heng rubbed his daughter's head and couldn't help but sniffle.

Ding Yu'an looked up abruptly and noticed his father's reddened eyes.

"Dad, are you crying?"

"Daddy never cries."

"Dad is lying!"

Ding Yu'an, in a serious tone, threatened Ding Heng: "Bad dad, lying will make your nose grow longer!"

Ding Heng smiled at his daughter and reached out to hug her tightly.

"Dad loves you, An'an."

“An’an loves her dad too…”

Ding Yu'an hugged Ding Heng tightly, his childish voice clear and melodious.

(End of the book)

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Extra

Extra Chapter: The Women in My Dreams

Late August, Changsha.

Ding Heng got out of bed, his head feeling dizzy.

He had a very, very long dream.

Comic conventions, nun cosplay, a system panel... and many, many girls.

A timid and obedient little girl with a round face, a bright and flamboyant purple-haired girl, a cool and aloof fairy, and so on.

They surrounded him, their relationships a complete mess.

That's utterly absurd.

Ding Heng rubbed his temples, threw off the covers and got out of bed. He slipped on his slippers and walked into the bathroom, looking up at himself in the mirror.

Eighteen years old, buzz cut, strong features, clear jawline, with the weariness of just waking up and a touch of roguishness.

Although it looks pretty good, the idea of ​​having a system and having several beautiful girls on your left and right is more of a dream than a reality.

Turning on the tap and splashing cold water on my face instantly sobered me up.

"Boom boom boom!"

The bedroom door was being pounded on loudly.

"Ding Heng! Ding Heng! Are you up yet! Didn't we agree to take you to school today? If you keep dawdling, I'm leaving!"

Ding Heng wiped his face, walked over and opened the door.

It's my childhood sweetheart—Long He!

Unlike the Longhe in my dream, the Longhe in front of me exudes the vibrancy of adolescence and seems more real.

Ding Heng turned around and went back into the house to change his clothes: "Long He, what time is it?"

"It's almost eight o'clock! You're reporting for duty today, shouldn't you go early?"

Long He followed him in, plopped down on the edge of Ding Heng's bed, crossed his legs, and twirled the car keys on his finger: "There will definitely be traffic jams at Yuelu Mountain today. Let's go early to avoid queuing."

"Okay, okay, right away."

Ding Heng put on a black T-shirt, then pulled out a pair of cargo pants from the closet, and changed his pants in front of Long He without a care in the world.

Long He glanced at it for a second, then quickly looked away: "Hurry up, I'll wait for you in the garage."

"understood."

Footsteps pounded down the stairs, hurried and energetic.

Ding Heng shook his head, changed his clothes, and came to the living room.

The aroma of sizzling eggs wafted from the kitchen.

"Dad, mom."

Ding Heng walked into the kitchen, picked up a piece of fried egg from the plate, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Have you washed your hands before you arrested me!"

Ding Heng's mother, Sun Yi, turned around, holding a spatula in her hand.

She was in her early forties, well-maintained, with her short hair neatly tucked behind her ears, revealing her well-defined jawline.

His eyebrows and eyes resemble Ding Heng's by about six or seven points...

When he was young, he was pursued by many women because he had short hair and wore leather jackets.

In Ding Heng's father's words, "Your mother was more attractive to young girls than I was back then."

Sun Yi glanced at her son and asked indifferently, "Have you packed everything?"

"It was packed away yesterday."

"Don't forget anything, or you'll call us to deliver it later."

"Don't worry, Mom, I'm not a child anymore."

"It's good to know!"

Sun Yi gave a soft snort and turned back to continue frying eggs.

Ding Wenjie walked over from the living room, carrying a cup of hot tea.

Two months ago, he was promoted to deputy director of the toilet station, and with Ding Heng being admitted to university, the whole family had double happiness.

He urged, "Hurry up, don't keep Longhe waiting."

Ding Heng smiled wryly: "Dad, your son is going to university, and you and your wife aren't seeing him off, but you're letting an outsider do it... Is that appropriate?"

"What about outsiders?"