good morning black belly husband

Chapter 498 Millet Cake May Be Awakening
Pouting and turning his head, he happened to see the cursive script hanging on the wall.

He felt that the characters were like abstract paintings, they were normal characters, he couldn't understand the strokes and strokes, and he couldn't understand the pile of them.

After staring at those words for a while, I drew them on the paper as if they were paintings.

Although the strength is not enough, the words are soft and a little crooked, but there is already a certain shape.

The old man asked in surprise: "Xiaomi Cake, tell Grandpa, why do you want to write this?"

"I just thought it was fun." The little guy said truthfully.

"Don't you find it difficult?" the old man asked.

The little guy scratched his head: "I don't understand it, but I think it's like drawing a picture. I read it once, remember it, and draw it from memory."

"Then how long did it take you to learn to write your name?" the old man asked.

"It's been a long time, Xiaomi Cake thinks I'm so stupid." The little guy was unhappy when he thought of the dark history of learning to write his name.

"How come, you can write it down just by looking at the word, you are not stupid at all." The old man said.

"It's a painting." The little guy said.

"Okay, okay, it's a painting." The old man himself picked up a pen and wrote a neat italic script on the paper.

Hao.

The old man pointed to the word "Hao" and said, "Can you remember it and write it down? Let me take a look."

The old man gave the little guy the same amount of time to look at the bright characters and asked the little guy to write. The little guy wrote a shape, but lacked gestures.

Then, the old man pointed out a cursive script for the little guy to write, but the little guy wrote it without any mistakes.

"What do you think is different?" the old man asked.

"This is like painting." The little guy pointed to the cursive script and said, "This kind is square, I can't write it."

"Come, come with grandpa." The old man's tone was much more solemn.

After taking the little guy to the living room, the old lady wondered, how could the old man let him go so quickly?

But seeing the serious look on the old man's face, Gu Nian's heart skipped a beat. Could it be the little guy's waywardness that made the old man angry?
However, the little guy is not a willful child.

"Don't be nervous." The old man said, holding the little guy and sitting on the sofa: "I think Xiaomi Cake may be awakening."

what?
Gu Nian was startled, and it took a while to react.

"Wait a minute." The old man said, got up and left.

When I came back, I took two pieces of paper.

On one of the papers, there is an irregular pattern drawn, even if you look at it for a while, you can't remember it.

The old man gave the little guy a look: "Come on, take a look. If you remember it, just draw it on this piece of paper."

The little guy held the paper that looked a bit big to him in his small hands. After looking at it for a while, he put it down and drew those irregular lines on the paper with a signature pen.

The lines are actually not complicated, and there are not too many, but because the shape is irregular, it is not easy to remember.

If Gu Nian thought about it, he could remember it by looking carefully a few times.

But you can't draw it correctly just by looking at it for a while like the little guy.

The lines may not be straight enough, but the shape is the same.

"As long as you see the painting, you can remember it at a glance, right?" the old man asked.

The little guy nodded and pointed at the paper: "As long as it's this kind of mess, I can remember it, not the words."

"Understood." The old man said to Chu Zhaoyang and Gu Nian, "The millet cake should be a kind of picture memory ability. This kind of ability has also appeared in the seniors of the Chu family."

Unexpectedly, Chu Zhaoyang's expression sank: "I didn't expect that he would show up so early."

"Well, yes." The old man also said in a deep voice.

"Is there a problem?" Gu Nian asked puzzled.

"Although the head of the family is the person who awakens the ability of the head of the family, it does not mean that there is no competition." The old lady explained, "If the ability of the head of the family is awakened and exposed prematurely, other ambitious members of the family will If people know, they will probably attack children. It is not easy to deal with adults, but it is too easy to deal with children. Even if this generation of preparatory Patriarchs dies, they will not awaken others. Then, in addition to waiting for the next generation of Preparatory Patriarchs to awaken, Before that, you can only choose other people who do not have the ability to awaken to be the acting Patriarch and exercise the power of the Patriarch."

Just like Chu Jiahong back then.

If it weren't for Chu Jiahong's disappointment, he might already be the acting head of the Chu family.

"It is best for ordinary people to awaken the ability of the head of the family when they are in their teens. At least when they are old, they will have the ability to protect themselves. But if the awakening is too early, they can only try their best to conceal it to protect the safety of their children. Therefore, each family has the ability to protect themselves. We will select children with potential early on and send them to Lanshan compound to study, just hoping that they will have the ability to protect themselves as soon as possible." The old man explained.

"Hey!" the old lady sighed, "Zhaoyang awakened too early at the beginning, we tried our best to hide it, but for some reason, we leaked it when he was 7 years old. At the beginning, he was kidnapped by the R organization. On the surface, it was because The medicine we produced hindered the development of R organization. But at a deeper level, it may be that someone in our Chu family learned the news, deliberately leaked it to R organization, cooperated with them, and wanted to take advantage of Zhaoyang when he was still young. Just get rid of him."

The old lady pulled the little guy into her arms distressedly, and stroked his head: "It's a blessing and a curse for Xiaomi Cake to wake up so early."

Gu Nian's face turned pale all of a sudden.

She didn't dare to imagine that if the little guy also experienced what Chu Zhaoyang did back then.

Maybe it wasn't kidnapping, maybe it was something else, in short, it was a matter of life, and her heart ached.

No wonder, the little guy showed extraordinary intelligence early on.

(End of this chapter)