On my eighteenth birthday, my parents and brother gathered around me in the living room, looking very solemn. I thought I was going to divide the old house at home, and secretly looked forward to it. Unexpectedly, a pair of majestic dragon horns suddenly grew out of my father's head, and nine beautiful fox tails stretched out from behind my mother. The brother picked up the durian casually, pressed his fingers together, and the durian split instantly. I was stunned on the spot, with a face full of shock. They lovingly and seriously said in unison: "Happy birthday! From today on, you will be the key protection object of our family." Dad put away his dragon horns and sighed helplessly, "How come we have such an ordinary and precious human being like you in our family."
