Colorful years

Congcong nodded confidently, her heart brimming with pride: "Of course! My dad is both smart and capable, and he made all these exquisite toys by hand."

As time goes by, more and more children come to admire Congcong's toys.

Besides his close friends who are always by his side, such as the honest Houhou, the quick-witted Sansan, and the lively Guigui, many little ones who are two or three years younger than Congcong also came to see the toys.

They surrounded Congcong with curiosity, their eyes fixed on the novel and interesting toys, their eyes sparkling with excitement and longing.

"I want a pistol like that too!" Little Bean exclaimed enviously, his eyes filled with longing.

"Me too, I want to play with a slingshot too!" Gou Dan shouted impatiently, his eyes fixed on the slingshot for a long time, as if he was completely captivated by it.

Seeing the envious looks in his friends' eyes, Congcong felt even more proud. He generously shared his toys with everyone, letting them take turns enjoying the fun of playing.

Houhou took the pistol and examined it carefully, as if he were appreciating a precious work of art. He imitated Congcong, raised the pistol, aimed at the distant target, and then decisively pulled the trigger.

Although it was just a hollow sound, he played it with great enthusiasm, as if he were really fighting bravely on the battlefield.

Gou Dan, holding a slingshot, excitedly ran to a distance and picked up some pebbles. He imitated Cong Cong, putting the pebbles in his pocket, then forcefully pulling the rubber band, aiming at the target, and releasing his finger.

The pebble traced a graceful arc through the air, striking its target accurately in the distance. He cheered excitedly, as if he had become a slingshot master.

Little Bean carefully picked up the top and gently placed it on the ground. He lightly whipped the top with his whip, watching it spin merrily on the ground.

The spinning sound of the top rang in his ears, as if playing a cheerful melody for him.

The children were having a great time, their laughter echoing throughout the yard. Watching everyone play happily, Congcong felt joyful too.

He knew that these toys not only brought him endless joy, but also allowed his friends to experience the beauty and innocence of childhood.

So they decided to hold a unique "toy contest" to see whose toy was the best.

Naturally, Congcong plays with these toys every day and is already very skilled at them, playing with them exceptionally well. To ensure fairness, he didn't participate in the competition but volunteered to be the referee.

The match began, and Houhou was the first to pick up his pistol and aim at an empty bottle in the distance. He took a deep breath and then decisively pulled the trigger.

Although it was just a simulated shooting exercise, he took it exceptionally seriously. With a loud "bang," the empty bottle fell to the ground. Everyone applauded and cheered for Houhou.

Next up was Gou Dan's slingshot demonstration. He picked up a small pebble, put it in his pocket, and then pulled hard on the rubber band. He aimed at an apple hanging on a tree and released his finger.

The pebble traced a graceful arc through the air, striking the apple precisely. The apple fell from the tree, and everyone cheered for Dog Egg.

Finally, it was Little Bean's turn to perform with his spinning top. He placed the top on the ground and then gently whipped it with a whip.

The top spun merrily on the ground, faster and faster, and more steadily.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, their gazes fixed on Xiaodouzi, frozen in place as if under a spell. Disbelief etched on their faces, their mouths slightly agape, yet no sound escaped their lips.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, with only Xiaodouzi's skillful and exquisite technique constantly unfolding before our eyes.

Finally, when the competition came to a close, the audience erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.

People were so excited they could hardly contain themselves, giving thumbs up and showering the crowd with praise:

"That's simply divine skill!"

"That's amazing, Little Bean!"

At this moment, the toys made by Congcong's father became the focus of everyone's attention.

They not only have a stunningly beautiful appearance, but every detail is handled perfectly, just like a finely crafted work of art;

Moreover, they possess extraordinary functions; whether it's a slingshot or a spinning top, they are all truly amazing.

The children excitedly played with the toys, their laughter echoing in the air for a long time.

Seeing this, Congcong's sense of pride grew even stronger. He proudly puffed out his chest, the corners of his mouth turned up, and his eyes sparkled with joy.

At this moment, he deeply felt that he was the happiest child in the world, without exception.

As the sun gradually set, a magnificent and colorful sunset appeared on the horizon. The fiery clouds dyed half the sky red, enveloping the entire world in a warm and dreamlike halo.

The afterglow of the sunset fell on Congcong's tender and adorable face, reflecting his joyful expression.

The children began to say goodbye to Congcong one by one. Despite their reluctance, they left, turning back again and again.

Congcong stood at the door of his house, watching his friends walk away until their figures disappeared at the end of the path.

He slowly lowered his head, gazing at the beloved toy in his hand, a surge of intense gratitude welling up inside him.

Whenever he picks up these toys to play with, he can truly feel his father's deep love surrounding him.

Night fell quietly, and all was silent.

Congcong lay on the soft, comfortable bed, still clutching the toy his father had made by hand. Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating the precious object in his hand.

In this peaceful and serene atmosphere, Congcong's thoughts surged like a surging tide. He recalled the joyful scenes of playing with his friends during the day, and the image of his father working hard to make toys, his heart filled with emotion and happiness. And so, filled with love and beautiful memories, Congcong slowly drifted into a sweet dream…