At the gate of Tongle's house, Weiyang was startled by the sudden glass fragments, and he couldn't help but think: Why is the glass on the skylight broken? Could it be-

Weiyang suddenly thought of Tong Le's mother, thinking that Tong Le's mother wanted to hit him, but he didn't want to be discovered, so he threw something through the courtyard wall.

It didn't hit him, and it hit the neighbor's skylight upside down.

Based on the size of the hole, Weiyang judged that this thing was about the size of half a brick, and it really looked like a brick.

According to the number of glass shards that fell to the ground, Weiyang judged that this thing must have been thrown from Tong Lejia.

Because, on the one hand, this direction is too straight, too straight. The courtyard of Tong Le's house and the skylight of his neighbor's house are on the same straight line.

Second, most of the glass shards fell into the neighbor's house.

Thinking of this, Weiyang couldn't help but gasp.

I thought: This Tongle mother turned out to be a barbarian, and when she started fighting, she didn't recognize her six relatives!

In particular, when Wei Yang thought of Wang Guiying's fierce appearance when she beat Tong Le with a fire stick just now, she felt creepy in her heart, and her hair stood on end.

Finally, Weiyang realized that he was in danger and subconsciously ran away.

At this time, he forgot that he was so wronged just now, and tears almost rolled out; He was so eager for childlike pleasure, or his mother, to open the courtyard door and come out and apologize to him or something.

Weiyang ran along the alley for a while, and when he turned around, he found that he was running aimlessly.

He thought to himself, "God, where am I going?" No, it's probably late now, I guess I've got to go home! Where else can I go now but home?

So, soon, Weiyang turned around again and ran in the opposite direction.

Wei Yang knew where his home was, even if he was not as flexible as his mother, and he was able to skillfully divide the direction into 'east, west, north and south', using the place where the sun rose - 'east' as a reference, and in this way recorded his approximate position.

However, Weiyang has a rather amazing memory, just by relying on a flower and grass on the side of the road, or even a pile of inconspicuous garbage, he can judge the direction of home, no, to be precise, where is home.

This super ability of the sheep is like the keen sense of smell of the dog, the dog can find its favorite food with its keen sense of smell, and find its dear owner.

Wei Yang can find anything in this world according to his memory, as long as those things have entered his memory and stored in his brain.

Weiyang's super memory is like a computer's hard drive, which can store almost all the big and small things that Weiyang has experienced in his life, and as long as he uses his brain to search, he can find any memory fragment he wants.

Sheep can fill their brain's hard drive with impressions or memories created by their senses of sight, taste, smell, and touch.

Of course, he can also use hearing to get more impressions, or memorize to fill his brain's hard drive. It's just that because he is deaf and mute, his sense of hearing is no longer related to him.

Miyang's memory function of finding a home is linear, and he can deduce from the weed under his current feet to the specific location of the next weed, or the specific location of the next pebble. And everything can be spaced down to a few centimeters, or even a few millimeters.

The speed of Weiyang's speculation is also very fast, and he often only needs a twist of thought and a blink of an eye for two objects in a distance of three meters.

In fact, this potential has not yet been fully explored.

Because since he was a child, he was locked in the yard by his mother Hu Huilan, and he was never given a chance to go out.

As a result, his ultra-long-distance 'speculative' memory ability is still in its primitive state, and its degree is close to zero.

In Pingsuri, most of the sheep are spent in their own yards, and they have been doing it for more than ten years.

So far, he has a clear memory of every grass and tree, every flower and willow, every bird and insect in his yard, and even every grain of sand.

If he wanted to find something to come out, he would have little trouble at his fingertips.