As soon as Weiyang prompted, Weixing immediately lifted the door panel of the kang cave, used a fire stick to plan, and finally found the pen cover in the ash heap.

At this time, the pen cover was burned and the paint layer was peeled, and it became dull, like a rusty scrap iron sheet.

Weixing held it in his hand, curious, and gestured with his hand and asked, "Weiyang, how do you know this?" Suddenly, his attitude towards Weiyang changed from very disdainful to very friendly, and even showed a bit of admiration on his face.

Weiyang shook his head deliberately, and then, pointing to his nose and head, he laughed unexpectedly.

Weixing didn't ask anymore, and thought subconsciously

"Strange, what's wrong with my brother? It feels like the mind is very good.

With such a small pen cap, he actually knew that it was in the kang hole.

Well, that's it.

However, when I asked him what I wanted, he knew where it was, and he could quickly find it for me.

If this is replaced by me, it really doesn't work, like a broom, which was just used to sweep the floor, but in a blink of an eye, I don't know where to put it, and when I think of using it again, I will rummage through the cabinet and can't find it.

Could it be"

In addition to curiosity and admiration, Weixing summed up a little bit about his younger brother Weiyang.

That is, good memory.

As a Weixing who has already gone to junior high school, he can understand it somewhat.

He knew that his brother, as a deaf and dumb man, could not hear any sound, so his world was almost quiet and silent, which was equivalent to being pure, and once a person's mind was pure, then whatever he remembered would never be forgotten.

For example, if Weixing recites a piece of classical Chinese in the early morning, it will only be ten times at most, and then it will be firmly remembered in his mind, because the brain is pure, just like new.

On the contrary, at the rest of the day, he was almost doing useless work, and he couldn't remember the 'ba-da-da-da' roar in his mouth a hundred times, and even if he remembered it on the spot, if he didn't continue to 'follow it' and review it, he would forget it in the blink of an eye, and the interval would not exceed ten minutes.

Then, his younger brother Weiyang's head is many times as clean as a normal person, because his brain is clean almost twenty-four hours a day, unless he does not sleep at night.

So, he thought of a classic famous quote, "God closes the window and opens a door." ”

For Weiyang, he followed his own train of thought, and after a series of polishing and scrutiny, he finally helped his brother find the pen cap, which in itself made him proud.

But at the same time, he was curious again

Why is my nose so sensitive?

Why is my brother's nose not as sensitive as mine?

I was born to my mother, and my brother was also born to my mother, why is there such a big difference between the two of us?

Why?

"It's not because your nose isn't sensitive," said the boy named Bluebird, "it's a matter of memory, it's just one thing, and it doesn't make sure that you'll remember the smell clearly after a while."

The so-called familiar taste is the function of memory.

You succeeded in helping your brother find something, thanks to your super memory. ”

Weiyang heard a slight feeling of sudden enlightenment, so he couldn't help but think

"After I left home a few kilometers away, I finally managed to return home according to familiar objects, and this series of processes, is it my memory that helped me?

In life, what do I want, stop and think about it, and then, I know where that thing is, this series of processes, is it the role of memory?

When my brother wants to know where something is, I know where it is, but does that have something to do with memory? ”

"That's right," said the boy named Bluebird, "it's called memory." This thing has always been helping you, facilitating you, and being with you. ”

However, Weiyang was curious, "What is memory?" Can I take a look? ”

"Memory is not a thing," said the boy named Bluebird, "and memory is just a name given to the strength of things in the brain, just like your name is Weiyang." ”

Weiyang was a little confused again, "What is that memory!" I mean- uh, memory, uh"

What Wei Yang said was sloppy, because his understanding of himself now is almost at the level of stupidity.

"Well," said the boy named Bluebird, "'memory' is equivalent to what is stored in your brain, and these things are stored through the memory cells of your brain, that is, the more memory cells in your brain, the more things you can remember, which means that the larger your brain capacity."

So, to put it simply, your brain is like a container, and this container is like the memory cells in your brain.

And if you want to make every memory cell engraved with something that you think is useful, then you have to go to this world and experience something unforgettable, so that more memory cells can make full use of it, and then fill the container of your brain.

And now, all you need to know is that there is something called memory, and it can help you live your life conveniently. ”

After listening to it, he finally vaguely understood some truths.

For Weiyang, now he only knows that there is a kind of thing in his brain that he can see in the mirror and touch with his hand, which can be used for his own thinking, and it is precisely because of these things that his life is much easier, and this thing allows him to improve his happiness by helping his brother Weixing.

Weiyang is a curious child.

Now he threw a question to the blue bird boy again, "Well, I already know that I have a kind of memory, yes, it's that my brain has something called memory, uh, no, that is, the memory is mine, uh, that's it!" Gotta get it, don't talk about it.

Actually, I suddenly have a question for you. ”

"What's the problem, just say it." Said the boy named Bluebird.

"I want to know how many things are in my brain right now." Weiyang asked cautiously, and at the same time, the curious expression on his face was difficult to hide.

"3141592653589." Said the boy named Bluebird.

When Wei Yang heard this, he jerked up his tongue, because he knew that ten eggs were two digits, and his mother had taught him that the more digits there were, the more the number.

Oh my! How many '3141592653589' are there, this is simply an astronomical number!

"But," said the boy named Bluebird, "these numbers are so small that they can't even fill the bottom of your brain, let alone fill your brain." ”

"And how big is my brain?" Weiyang couldn't help but blurt out.

"3141592653589793238462643383279502—" said the young man named Bluebird, who paused suddenly.

Wei Yang asked curiously, "You, what's wrong with you?" ”

The boy named Bluebird gasped for a moment, and then, then, "-88419716939937510 58209 74944-"

I'm gasping again

Weiyang suddenly interjected, "Isn't the total capacity of my brain very large?" ”

The boy who called the blue bird gasped, and then, after another pause, said, "Yes, it is an astronomical number, and if you have to read it, it is almost an infinite loop." ”

"I don't understand!"

"That is—there is no solution."

"Oh," the sheep opened its 'O' mouth, unable to close it for a long time.

"But," said the boy named Bluebird, "though there are many memory cells, I can know how much your brain container is filled with. ”

"How much?"

"One hundredth."

“1/100？”

"That's right, your brain is only 1/100th of a stuff."

"How can I fit more?"

"Go to school to study, go to read books."

"But I still want to know," said Weiyang while the iron was hot, "what if your mind is full of things?" ”

In fact, in Weiyang's heart, there has always been such a question - when will I grow up to be as big as my brother Weixing? When will I grow my mother's size again? When will I grow to the size of Peach's third father?

Because he is very envious of the adults, they have infinite strength, they can carry a bag of more than 50 catties of grain on their shoulders, they eat a lot, they can eat several large bowls at a meal, they come and go freely, they can do whatever they want, but he, what he wants to do, but he is always restricted by the adults, this can't be wanted, that can't be wanted, this can't be touched, that can't be touched - especially this point, it makes him very impatient.

"The more things you have in your head, the smarter you become," said the boy named Aotori, "and the more comprehensive you can think about problems, the broader your horizons will be when you see things, and you will be able to become a useful person to society in the future."

As for you, because of the limitations of your own disability, you should study harder, you want to get ahead, you want to change the status quo of this poor family.

People should have dreams in life.

In today's society, a man's biggest dream is to strive for a career of his own, make a name for himself, hold a beauty, and then do things that are beneficial to society and human development.

So, what are your dreams? ”

"My dream is—"

Weiyang thought about it for a while, and then, not without curiosity, said, "I also want to be a person who has a career, makes a name for himself, and holds a beautiful woman, and I want to do things that are beneficial to society and human development." ”

"So, what should you do now?"

"Fill my head with knowledge."

"Yes, you should go to school and eat books."

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