Pouting and turning his head, he happened to see the cursive writing hanging on the wall.
He felt that the words were like abstract paintings. He couldn't understand even the normal words, one stroke at a time, and he couldn't even understand the piles of them.
He stared at those words for a long time and drew them on the paper as if they were drawings.
Although the strength was not good enough, the characters were soft and a little crooked, but they already have some similarities.
The old man asked in surprise: "Little Millet Cake, tell grandpa, why do you want to write this?"
"I just think it's fun." The little guy said truthfully.
"Don't you find it difficult?" the old man asked.
The little guy scratched his head: "I can't understand it, it just feels like drawing. I saw it once and then I remember it, and I draw it according to my memory."
"Then how long did it take you to learn to write your name?" the old man asked.
"For a long time," Little Millet Cake felt that he was so stupid. The little guy was unhappy when he thought about the dark history of learning to write his name.
"How could it be possible? You could write it down just by looking at this word. You are not stupid at all." The old man said.
"It's a painting." said the little guy.
"Okay, okay, it's a painting." The old man himself picked up a pen and wrote in regular regular script on the paper.
皓 (hao).
The old man pointed to the word "皓" 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 word "皓" and asked him to write it. The little kid wrote a shape, but lacked any gestures.
Then, the old man pointed to a cursive script for the little guy to write, but the little guy wrote it without any mistakes.
"What do you think is the difference?" the old man asked.
"This is like a painting." The little guy pointed at the cursive writing and said, "This is a square, I can't write it."
"Come, follow Grandpa." The old man's tone was much more solemn.
He took the little guy to the living room. The old lady was still wondering, 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 that the little guy was willful and made the old man angry?
However, the little guy was not a willful child.
"Don't be nervous." The old man said, holding the little guy and sitting on the sofa: "I think Little Millet Cake may be awakening his ability soon."
What?
Gu Nian was startled, and it took her a while to react.
"Wait a moment." The old man said, got up and left.
When he came back, he took two pieces of paper.
One of the papers had an irregular pattern drawn on it. Even if one look at it for a while, they couldn't remember it.
The old man looked at the little guy and said, "Here, take a look. If you remember it, mark it out on this piece of paper."
The little guy held the paper that was a bit big for him with his small hands. After looking at it for a while, he put it down and drew the irregular lines on the paper with a signature pen.
The lines were actually not complicated, and there weren't too many. It's just because the shape was irregular and it's not easy to remember.
If Gu Nian wanted to, she could remember it by looking at it carefully several times.
But she couldn't be like a little guy who could draw it correctly after just looking at it for a while.
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 messy like this, I can remember it, but not the words."
"Understood." The old man said to Chu Zhaoyang and Gu Nian, "Little Millet Cake should be a kind of picture memory ability. This kind of ability has also appeared among the predecessors of the Chu family."
Unexpectedly, Chu Zhaoyang's expression darkened: "I didn't expect that it would show up so early."
"Yes, yes." The old man said solemnly.
"Is there any problem?" Gu Nian asked puzzledly.
"Although the head of the family is the person who awakens the ability. But this does not mean that there is no competition." The old lady explained, "If the head of the family's ability is awakened and exposed prematurely, other ambitious people in the family will be exposed. If people know about it, they will probably take action against children. It is not easy to deal with adults, but it is too easy to deal with children. Even if the preparatory family head of this generation dies, no one else will be awakened. So, in addition to waiting for the next generation of preparatory family head to awaken, before that, you can only choose other people who have not awakened the ability to be the acting family head and exercise the power of the family head."
Just like Chu Jiahong back then.
If Chu Jiahong hadn't been so disappointing, he might have been the acting head of the Chu family.
"It is best for most people to awaken the family head's abilities when they are teenagers. At least they will have the ability to protect themselves when they reach that age. But if they awaken too early, they can only try their best to hide it and protect the safety of their children. Therefore, each family has the ability to protect themselves. We will select children with potential early and send them to Lanshan Courtyard to study, hoping that they will have the ability to protect themselves as soon as possible." The old man explained.
"Hey!" the old lady sighed, "Zhaoyang awaken his power too early too. We tried our best to hide it, but somehow, it was leaked until he was 7 years old. He was kidnapped by the Organization R. On the surface, it was because the drugs we produce hindered the development of Organization R. But on a deeper level, it may be that someone within our Chu family learned the news, deliberately leaked it to Organization R, and cooperated with them, hoping to take advantage of Zhaoyang when he was still young and just get rid of him."
The old lady pulled the little guy into her arms distressingly and touched his head: "Now that Little Millet Cake awaken so early, it is a blessing and a curse.
Gu Nian's face suddenly turned pale.
She couldn't imagine what would happen to the little guy like Chu Zhaoyang.
Maybe it wasn't kidnapping, maybe it was something else, in short, it was a life-threatening matter, and her heart ached.
No wonder, the little guy showed extraordinary intelligence early on.