The father was worried that it would disturb the rest of other passengers in the cabin, so he took out some pieces of origami paper from his carry-on bag and folded some beautiful butterflies for his child.

While the father was making origami butterflies, the child kept moving.

The father did not hold the child in his arms. He talked to divert the child's attention and moved his hands faster.

Once the child takes the butterfly, he will stop clamoring to get wet.

He sat obediently in his seat and kept playing with the butterfly in his hand.

Rong Rong saw it and remembered that when he was a child, his brother often made origami for him to play with.

He turned his head and said, "Brother, you can break the frog for me too, okay?"

When Rong Zheng was young, he would miss his parents, or if he fell down, accidentally burned his finger with boiling water, and cried in pain, Rong Zheng would find ways to make him happy.

Holding and coaxing, singing songs, telling stories, and buying ice cream are all routine operations. Among them are the indispensable skills of coaxing the younger brother, origami or paper-cutting.

The old man of the Rong family had a pair of skillful hands during his lifetime.

When the old man made the old lady unhappy, he would fold a little rabbit, a cat ring, a hydrangea, or cut a pair of beautiful red window grilles to make the old lady happy.

Just as the couple sat in the yard enjoying the cool air, the old man could pick up a piece of grass and make various cute animal models, giving Mrs. Rong a surprise.

Rong Zheng inherited the old man's dexterity from another generation.

He can learn many origami shapes or crafts by just watching videos.

‌When Rong Rong was little, Rong Zheng often made various animal shapes, and also made some cute shapes to coax his younger brother.

No, that happened when I was very young.

Rong Zheng was quite surprised that Rong Rong actually remembered how he used origami to coax him when he was a child.

Rong Zheng followed Rong Rong's line of sight and saw the young father and the child playing with butterflies on the seat.

He looked away, looked at Rong Rong and said, "How old are you?"

Rong Rong snorted and blocked him with what Rong Zheng had said before, "Did you say that, no matter how old I am, I am your precious brother."

Rong Zheng: "I want some face."

He doesn't have the word "baby" in front of "younger brother".

Rong Rong simply carried on shamelessly to the end, holding his brother's arm and saying in a soft voice, "Brother, fold it for me, fold it for me. Okay, brother?"

There was a smile in Rong Zheng's eyes, and he said: "...be normal."

Rong Rong put away his smile for a second and said, "In a word, Rong Zheng, just tell me whether you will give me a discount or not."

"Itchy skin?"

The naughty child is itchy and begs to be beaten every day.

Rong Zheng didn't beat him.

It's inconvenient on the plane.

We have to wait until we get to the hotel to take action.

Rong Rong snorted, "Then you fight."

Rong Zheng: "I'll take care of you when I go back to the hotel."

Rong Rongxin said, ‌It would be best to tidy him up on the bed.

I increased the speed to the limit, and the tips of my ears turned red.

How did Rong Zheng know that his brother was now thinking about his body? He looked around and found no paper, "There is no paper. What did you want me to fold?"

As if by magic, Rong Rong took out a ‌‌ coin from his bag.

‌His handbook‌ is usually used to record the inspiration for perfumery.

Rong Rong tore two pages from his notebook without feeling any distress.

"Green frog, I want a pair. One big and one small."

Rong Zheng glanced at him and said, "That's a lot to ask for."

Finally, I took the two pieces of paper.

There was also a box of colored pencils in his bag, and he took out the colored pencils.

He records his inspirations every time. If he has enough money, he will also draw the raw materials, not just record them in the form of characters.

He also gave his brother the colored pencils and put them on the table.

Rong Zheng glanced at the box of colored pencils out of the corner of his eye, but said nothing.

Rong Rong put the account back into the bag.

‌I haven’t folded it in a few years, so Rong Zheng ‌makes it by hand.

When folding the first piece, fold and dismantle it, think carefully about these steps, and then you will become proficient at the next step, and slowly regain your feel.

By the time I folded the second frog, I was already very skilled at it.

Rong Rong held up his mobile phone and took pictures.

Rong Zheng raised his eyelids, "‌What's good to take a picture of?"

Origami was very easy to talk about, and he didn't say anything during the conversation. Rong Zheng didn't understand what this was worth taking pictures of.

Rong Rong madly outputs rainbow farts, "A man who is focused is the most attractive!"

In fact, for Rong Rong, the fact that his brother is afraid of doing nothing and just sitting there has a fatal attraction for him.

Rong Zheng didn't stop and smiled.

Rong Rong bit his lower lip.

Hold.

His brother’s smile is so charming!

Two paper frogs are folded.

One big and one small.

Rong Zhengdu used colored pencils given by Rong Rong to color them.

The larger one is dark green, and the smaller one is tenderer in color and is light green.

I also used black colored pencils to add a pair of eyes on the frog.

"elder brother."

"Um?"

The big frog's eyes have been lit. Rong Zheng clicks on the little frog's eyes.

"Do you like me?"

Rong Zheng continued to draw the other eye of the little frog without stopping, and asked quietly: "If I don't like you, why would I fly to Paris with you for so long?"

"Mr. Rong, please answer the question directly without any rhetorical questions."

Rong Rong looked away from the screen and looked at his brother, "Do you like me?"

Rong Zheng raised his head, "Like it. Are you satisfied?"

Rong Rong's heart skipped a beat.

He knew clearly that the love his brother said he liked was not a kind of love at all, but his heart suddenly jumped up like a rocket taking off into the sky.

The corners of Rong Rong's lips raised, "Brother, I like you."

Rong Zheng was startled.

After a moment, he raised his hand and rubbed Rong Rong's head vigorously.

Rong Rong shook the phone in his hand, "Oh, brother, I'm recording it right now."

"All the folding is done, you can stop."

"No, we have to record it."

“Brother, let’s play jumping frog!!

See who jumps far, jumps close, or jumps out of the table, you lose. If you win, you can make any demands on the loser, and if you lose, you will be punished.

,What’s wrong?”

"The winner can make any demands on the loser, and the loser will accept the punishment."

‌‌‌The ‌ game of ‌this ‌ game and the rules of ‌this ‌ game are all too familiar to Rong Zheng.

This guy played games with me when he was a kid, and he often teased her with them.

My parents are too busy and my brother is young and misses his mother.

Rong Zheng folded one or two frogs for him.

The little fluffy is very easy to coax, and usually won't cry anymore when it touches something.
To be continued...