Chapter 13

After Li Yue left, Ji Xinqing silently recalled what she said.

After saying goodbye to Yang Qi, Ji Xinqing returns to Meng's home.

It was evening, and it was dark.

Entering the courtyard, Ji Xinqing sees Meng Lanshan squatting alone under a big tree, writing and drawing on the ground.

Ji Xinqing walked over with a smile, squatted down and asked, "what are you writing, Xiao Lanshan?"

Eyes fell to the ground.

Ji Xinqing saw a string of numbers.

She was a little surprised, and asked, "little Lanshan, did you write this?"

She was only four years old and had no contact with preschool education.

How could she know how to count?

However, Meng did not answer.

Ji Xinqing looked at the numbers on the ground.

It's crooked, not like the handwriting that an adult would write.

So this is

Ji Xinqing looks at Meng Lanshan in surprise.

Meng Lanshan's eyes are very focused at the moment. Although her expression is still a little wooden, she stubbornly picked up a small stick and wrote down a series of numbers.

Ji Xinqing thought of what Li Yue said, did not disturb her, just quietly looking at.

The numbers look familiar. The more Ji Xinqing looks at them, the more she feels that she seems to have seen them somewhere.

When Meng Lanshan wrote down the number again, Ji Xinqing suddenly remembered that it was the number she had written when she cleared her Treasury a few days ago!

That day, she took that piece of paper and looked at it carefully for a long time. She didn't pay attention at that time, but she didn't expect that she remembered the number.

Is this what Li Yue said about the special intelligence?

Ji Xinqing did not dare to guess, but looked at other figures written by Meng Lanshan.

She also saw a string of numbers.

11, but very strange.

Ji Xinqing doesn't remember that she has written these 11 numbers, just as Meng Linshan looks at them elsewhere.

However, this important discovery made Ji Xinqing a little excited.

Isn't she, a little girl, sensitive to numbers?

Ji Xinqing did not leave, she has been with Meng Lanshan, squatting under the tree.

The housekeeper soon came to greet them for dinner.

Ji Xinqing just picked up Meng Lanshan and entered the living room.

Before long, Meng Qingrong also went downstairs.

Looking at the vacant seat beside Ji Xinqing, he frowned and asked, "Xinqing, why hasn't Qin Yue come back?"

As soon as Meng Qinyue is mentioned, the unhappiness that Ji Xinqing tries to forget comes back to her mind.

Invoices, jewelry, women

Her face was unnatural for a moment. Looking forward to Meng Lanshan beside her, she bent her lips and said, "Dad, Qin Yue said that the company has urgent matters to deal with, and he is still working overtime."

Meng Qingrong's face sank. "What can I do for him? Why don't I remember there was an emergency in the company? "

Ji Xinqing is still laughing, "Dad, you don't know Qin Yue's temperament. He is a workaholic."

Wang Jianfen sneered, "Ji Xinqing, how do you become your wife? You really think of Qin Yue as a cash cow. I'll tell you, if something goes wrong with him, I can't let you go! "

Ji Xinqing silently squeezed the chopsticks and didn't speak.

Meng Qinyu said at this time, "sister-in-law, I want to talk about you. The elder brother didn't offer you as a Bodhisattva when he married you. You don't have to go to work. Anyway, you can do housework at home, but you're good. You leave everything to the housekeeper. Are you happy to go out alone?"

Meng Qingrong glanced at him faintly, "well, what's the use of saying these. Eat. "

Meng Qinyu shut up discontentedly.

After eating a few mouthfuls, Meng Qingrong stopped again and looked at Ji Xinqing, "by the way, Xinqing, I asked the housekeeper to inform you about Doctor Zhang. Did you and Qin Yue go to check this afternoon?"

"Don't worry, Dad. Qin Yue and I went." Ji Xinqing took out two reports from her bag and handed them to Meng Qingrong, "Dad, you see, the reports of Qin Yue and I are here."

Meng Qingrong took it.

It's still the same test results, all the test results are normal.

But Meng Qingrong glanced at Ji Xinqing, who was buried in the meal.

How can her stomach not move?

Do you mean

Meng Qingrong put down his chopsticks and said, "Xinqing, is there something wrong with you and Qin Yue? I don't think Qin Yue has eaten much at home recently. "

Ji Xinqing was silent, then she said with a smile, "Dad, it's nothing. He said that the company has several big orders recently, and they have been eating in the company all the time. "

Her smile seemed very reluctant.

Meng Qingrong didn't ask any more, just told the housekeeper to call Meng Qinyue and let him come back early.

Mother in law and sister-in-law did not find fault again. After a meal, Ji Xinqing ate very quietly.After dinner, Ji Xinqing took Meng Lanshan back to the bedroom.

She drew two pieces of white paper from the drawer.

Then, Ji Xinqing wrote a long string of irregular numbers on one of the white papers.

Ji Xinqing put the white paper in front of Meng Lanshan again.

Sure enough, Meng is very interested in the above figures. She takes the paper and looks at it carefully.

After about ten minutes, Ji Xinqing took out another piece of white paper. She said to Meng Linshan with a smile, "little Linshan, would you do me a favor? My mother forgot what she had just written. Would you write it down for my mother?"

Meng Lanshan stared at the paper in her hand and did not speak.

Just when Ji Xinqing was disappointed, Meng Linshan suddenly took over the paper.

Ji Xinqing happily handed the pen to her, and she patiently explained, "little Lanshan, this is a pen, which is easier to use than the little stick you just used."

Meng Lanshan was lying on the edge of the bed.

Her hands are small and she has a hard time holding the pen.

but, as like as two peas of the seven or eight buttons, she wrote the white paper, and found it was the same.

Ji Xinqing's heart beat.

At this time, Meng Lanshan also finished the series of numbers she had just written. She handed the white paper to Ji Xinqing without expression.

Ji Xinqing took it with a smile, and then bent down to kiss her on the forehead, "xiaolanshan is great."

Ji Xinqing went back to her room with Meng Lanshan in her arms.

Sitting at the head of the bed, Ji Xinqing wrote down one to ten numbers.

Meng Lanshan was lying on the bed, looking at her and saying nothing.

Ji Xinqing smiles, then raises the paper in front of her eyes, and says patiently, "little Lanshan, is it good for mother to teach you how to recognize numbers? Do you think they are very familiar? You've seen them many times today. "

"This is a day," Ji Xinqing said, pointing to one.

Meng didn't speak, but she was staring at the number she was pointing at.

Ji Xinqing knows that she has listened to her own words and continues to speak on her own.

After teaching ten numbers, Ji Xinqing suddenly pointed to her lips and said, "little Lanshan, I'm Ma Ma, Ma Ma." however, Meng didn't respond at all.

This is Ji Xinqing's child born after so many crimes. Why doesn't she expect it?

However, the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

Ji Xinqing takes away the gloom at the bottom of her eyes, kisses Meng Lanshan's forehead, and then returns to her bedroom.