"She seems to be upstairs, playing with Xiao Hei." Fat Orange said.
upstairs?
Is there anything fun upstairs?
Full of doubts, Ma Wei and Fat Orange went up to the second floor to see what kind of games Yunia would play with Xiao Hei.
"Oh, Xiao Hei, you are not right in painting like this! The dried fish should look like this!"
"Meow..."
In the bedroom on the second floor, Yunia was lying on the bed, holding a pencil in her hand and drawing on the paper.
Xiao Hei squatted next to her, with an open book of "Selected Works of Shakespeare" under his buttocks. He held up his furry paws and was discussing something with the goddess.
oh...
After hearing their conversation, Ma Wei suddenly understood that it turned out to be a graffiti game. Children's creativity and imagination are always wild. You would never imagine what unique works of art they can create.
Yunia was obviously very sensible. Instead of scribbling on the wall with a pencil, she chose the empty notebook in the drawer.
Yawenba
The slight sound coming from the corridor floor caught Xiao Hei's attention. He glanced back and quickly poked the goddess with his paw.
"Ah! Dad, you are here!"
Yunia jumped out of bed, ran to Ma Wei with the book in her arms, and said with a smile: "What do you think this is?"
Ma Wei opened the book and took a look, and found that there were some obscure pictures on it, with different shapes. They seemed to be evolved versions of macarons, chocolate cookies and cream cakes...
There is even phonetic notation?
In a daze, Ma Wei asked: "Is this a painting you drew?"
"It's not a painting!" Yunia shouted anxiously: "It's a character! I plan to transform the snacks into basic symbols, use cat sounds for phonetic notation, and then combine them into words, and then combine words with words. A whole new language can be made!”
"..."
"Yunia feels that since we can use the cat army to monitor and eavesdrop, others might be able to do the same, so in order to prevent secrets from being leaked, just create a brand new language that only we know! Forget it! If others eavesdrop on us, they don’t know what we say, right?”
While blinking, Yunia looked at Mavi expectantly: "Dad, Dad, leave this matter to Yunia! Hmm... um... the multiplication table will definitely not be needed. Memorize it, right?”
"..."
Looking at the pictures in the notebook, Ma Wei fell into deep silence.
No matter how you think about it, memorizing the multiplication tables is easier than creating a language from scratch!
But in order not to memorize the multiplication tables, Yunia took a different approach and started working on something like a new language...
Is this reasonable?
Forcing a 3-year-old child to do this, Ma Wei felt like a sinner.
"Do you hate math that much?"
"It's not that I hate math..." Yunia said, "I want to sleep as soon as I see the numbers..."
well.
Ma Wei sighed in his heart.
It turned out to be his daughter. She was not a science and engineering material at all. She was far more sensitive to words than numbers.
but...
It would be a surprise if Yunia could create a brand new language in order not to recite the multiplication tables.
It's not that this new language is important, but that Ma Wei found Yunia's 'weakness'.
From a psychological perspective, the behavior of running to do thing B instead of doing thing A can be classified as procrastination and avoidance psychology.
For example, when you bring a cup of coffee and sit down at the table to finish today's work, you find that you have no clue and become increasingly anxious, your brain will activate a defense mechanism to make you involuntarily want to escape from the current predicament.
But you have to work, and you know that you must complete the work. The conflict between the two psychology will make you even more restless. At this time...
You just need a reason to escape, sometimes it's a little rubbish on the table, sometimes it's not washing the dishes quickly in the pool.
Even if sorting out the trash and cleaning are one of the things you really don’t want to do, you still choose the former without hesitation when it comes to work.
The avoidance of work gives you the motivation to do other things. In order not to work, you will do other things meticulously, and you will be fully focused and meticulous, unleashing your unprecedented potential and achieving unexpected results.
Yunia is in this state now. In order not to memorize the multiplication tables, she would rather create a new language. She is very motivated and has good reasons for preparation.
In order for her to continue to maintain this momentum, Ma Wei decided...
"If you don't want to memorize the multiplication tables, just stop memorizing them."
In Yunia's eyes that gradually brightened, Ma Wei said with a smile: "Dad, there is also a 50X50 multiplication table here. Write it down later. You can memorize it slowly and change your brain."
"..."
The small mouth opened into an O shape, enough to fit an egg in. Yunia looked at him in shock, her eyes lost their light, and she stayed in place, her whole body in a state of shutdown.
She didn't come back to her senses until long after Ma Wei left.
"Meow... you can still say 'Bitterness, the worst of it is gone', but your suffering has not come to an end yet?"
Behind him, Xiao Hei stood on the bed with two legs, assuming the posture of Shawshank who had finally been redeemed. Facing the window sill filled with afternoon sunlight, he loudly said Shakespeare's famous quotes.
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6 p.m., Ross Avenue Plaza.
The tent standing in the center of the square was dark, with the golden afterglow shining on one side of it, slightly dispelling the coldness of winter, but the other side, where the sunlight could not find, was still bone-chilling.
"Be more agile in your movements!"
Backstage, Tiffany held the performance schedule and kept urging the passing actors. Compared with the previous few days, her expression was much more haggard, revealing a sense of exhaustion. Even if there was a trace of red rouge on her cheeks, she could not hide her decadence. Mood.
She wanted to go to the Church of Truth, slap Ma Wei hard in the face, and snatch their leader back.
She did go, but the other party was not there. There was only a woman busy in the church. She asked several believers and got a very unified answer:
Father Mawei often disappears. It is normal to be absent from the church, and everyone has long been used to it.
After missing it several times in a row, the slap was delayed and failed to be swung out. In the end...
Tiffany herself was a little frustrated and gave up the idea.
More than 10 days have passed since Laiwen Berger resigned. During these days, Laiwen has not come back. If he is still thinking about Circus Sunshine, how can he not even want to see him for the last time?
Thinking about it, Tiffany's eyes turned red. She bit her lip tightly to prevent tears from leaving her. She yelled to cover up her trembling voice: "Cheer up! Today is our last performance in New Rose City." , the curtain call must be perfect! Don’t smash the Circus Sunshine sign!”
"yes!"
At 7 o'clock, the performance started on time. The seats were still full and the house was still full of applause. Tiffany would adjust the performance every day to ensure that it would bring a different freshness to the audience. Thanks to her, the circus business has always been good and has never encountered a business crisis.
Looking at the clown on the stage, whose movements are sometimes clumsy and sometimes agile, the audience burst into laughter, but in the corner of the auditorium, there sat a man with a plain appearance and ordinary clothes. He leaned against the tent, staring at the clown who was performing hard on the stage. He was holding a bottle of blue brandy from Cornwall in his hand. His face was expressionless. He occasionally took a sip, grinned twice, and interacted enthusiastically with the surroundings. The atmosphere is out of place.
He would only applaud vigorously when a program came to a close, and would only stop after clapping his palms red every time.
This is not his first day here. In the past 10 days or so, he has come to watch performances frequently and never leaves early, as if he is an extremely loyal audience.
only...
It seemed that what he was watching was not a performance, but something else.
