Jinrong picked up another folded paper and said to Wan Yan with a smile, "Uncle Wan, you see, this one looks the least like a bird, right?" He then proudly claimed, "The one that looks least like a bird actually flies the best."
"Hongzhi, take this and fly it for Uncle Wan to see."
Hongzhi was stunned, thinking that it wasn't appropriate for Sixth Master to be doing this. This was a toy for a three-year-old child, and he, the personal attendant of the master, was a proper grown man, wasn't he?
Filled with resignation yet daring not to be negligent, Hongzhi stepped forward, took the toy meant for toddlers, imitated the child's manner, blew on the top of the Paper Bird, got a feel for the force needed, and tossed it straight out.
After all, Hongzhi was a man, and with his throw, the paper airplane glided upwards at an angle, then took a turn and flew out beyond the low wall of the courtyard.