"She seems to be upstairs, playing with Xiao Hei." Fat Orange said.

Upstairs?

What's there to do upstairs?

Full of doubts, Ma Wei and Fat Orange went up to the second floor to see what games Yunia was playing with Xiao Hei again.

"Oh, Xiao Hei, you can't draw like this! That's how the dried fish should be! ”

"Meow..."

In the bedroom on the second floor, Yunia is lying on the bed, holding a pencil in her hand, drawing on paper.

Xiao Hei crouched beside her, and under her ass was an open copy of Shakespeare's Anthology, holding up his furry paws, discussing something with the goddess.

Oh...

Listening to their conversation, Ma Wei suddenly understood that it was a graffiti game, and children's creativity and imagination were always wild, and you would never think that they could create any strange works of art.

Unia was apparently sensible and instead of scribbling on the wall with a pencil, she chose an empty notebook in a drawer.

Yavin

The slight sound of the hallway floor caught Blackie's attention, and he glanced back and quickly poked the goddess with his paws.

"Yikes! Daddy, you're here! ”

Yunia jumped out of bed, ran to Ma Wei with her notebook, and said with a smile, "What do you think this is?" ”

Ma Wei opened the notebook and looked at it, and found that there were some obscure pictures on it, with different shapes, which seemed to be the evolved versions of macarons, chocolate chip cookies, and cream cakes...

There is even a phonetic?

In a daze, Ma Wei asked, "Is this a painting you painted?" ”

"It's not a painting!" Yunia shouted anxiously: "It's the character!" I'm going to transform dim sum into basic symbols, use the meows of cats to make phonetics, and then combine them into words, and then combine words with words to create a whole new language! ”

“......”

"Yunia thinks that since we can use the Cat Legion to spy and eavesdrop, others may be able to do it, so in order to prevent the secret from leaking, we have created a brand new language that only we know! Even if someone eavesdrops on us, they don't know what we're saying, right? ”

While blinking, Yunia looked at Ma Wei expectantly: "Dad, Dad, leave this matter to Yunia to do!" Well... Well... Ninety-nine multiplication tables definitely don't have to be memorized, right? ”

“......”

Looking at the picture on the notebook, Ma Wei fell into a deep silence.

Regardless, memorizing a ninety-nine multiplication table is easier than creating a language from scratch!

But in order not to memorize the ninety-nine multiplication table, Yunia actually went off the rails and began to engage in such a thing as a new language...

Is this reasonable?

Forcing a 3-year-old child into this role, Ma Wei felt like a sinner.

"Is that much about math?"

"It's not that I hate math...", "I want to sleep when I see numbers..."

Alas.

Ma Wei sighed inwardly.

Sure enough, it was his daughter, who was not a science or engineering student at all, and her sensitivity to words was far better than numbers.

But...

It would be a surprise if Yunia could create a whole new language without memorizing the ninety-nine multiplication table.

It's not so much that the new language is important, it's that Mavi has found Yunia's 'weakness'.

From a psychological point of view, the behavior of running to do something B in order not to do thing A can be divided into procrastination and avoidance psychology.

For example, when you sit down at the table with a cup of coffee and want to finish your work for the day, and you find that you have no clue and your mood is gradually anxious, your brain will activate a defense mechanism that makes you involuntarily want to escape from the current predicament.

But you have to work, you know that you have to get the job done, and the hedging of the two psychology will make you more restless, at this time...

You just need a reason to escape, sometimes it's a little trash on the table, sometimes it's the dishes in the pool that aren't washed quickly.

Even if sorting out the garbage and cleaning is one of the things you don't want to do, you still don't hesitate to choose the former when it comes to work.

The avoidance of work gives you the motivation to do other things, and you will do other things in detail in order not to work, and you will pay full attention and meticulously, and give full play to your unprecedented potential to achieve unexpected results.

Yunia is in this state now, and in order not to memorize the ninety-nine multiplication table, she would rather create a new language, which is full of motivation and good reason to prepare.

In order for her to continue this momentum, Mavi decided...

"If you don't want to memorize the ninety-nine multiplication table, you won't memorize it."

In Yunia's gradually lit up eyes, Ma Wei said with a smile: "Dad, here, there is also a 50X50 multiplication table, write it down later, you memorize it slowly, change your brain." ”

“......”

The small mouth opened into an O-shape, enough to stuff an egg, Yunia looked at him in shock, lost the light in her eyes, stayed in place, and the whole person fell into a state of downtime.

It wasn't until Ma Wei left that she didn't come back to her senses.

"Meow... Can you still say, 'Suffering, the most bitter is gone', your suffering, not suffering to the end? ”

Behind him, Xiao Hei stood on the bed on two legs, posing as a Shawshank who had finally been redeemed, and said Shakespeare's famous words out loud to the windowsill that was sprinkled with sunlight in the afternoon.

.........................................

6 p.m., Ross Avenue Plaza.

The tent standing in the center of the square was gray, and the golden afterglow sprinkled on one side of it, slightly dispelling the winter cold, but the other side where the sun could not find it, it was still cold to the bone.

"The movements are a little sharper!"

Backstage, Tiffany held the performance schedule and kept urging the passing actors, compared to the previous days, her look was much haggard, revealing a sense of exhaustion, even if her cheeks were smeared with surging red rouge, she couldn't hide her depressed mood.

She wanted to go to the Church of Truth and slap Ma Wei hard to snatch their head back.

She did go, but the other party was not there, and only one woman was busy in the church, and asked a few believers, and the answer was very uniform:

Father Mavi often disappears, and it is normal for him not to be in the church, and everyone has long been used to it.

After missing it several times in a row, this slap was delayed, and it never came out, until the end...

Tiffany herself was a little disheartened and dismissed the idea.

More than 10 days have passed since the resignation of the communication Bojie, and these days, the communication has not returned, if he is still thinking about the Sunshine Circus, 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, not letting the tears stay, and covered her trembling voice with a yell: "Cheer up!" Today is our last show in New Ross City, and we must have a perfect curtain call! Can't smash the sign of Sunshine Circus! ”

"Yes!"

At 7 o'clock, the show starts on time, and the house is still full of applause, and Tiffany & Co. adjusts the show every day to ensure that it brings a different freshness to the audience. Thanks to her, the circus business has always been good, and it has never encountered a business crisis.

Looking at the clown on the stage, who was sometimes clumsy and sometimes agile, the audience laughed, but in the corner of the audience, there was a man with ordinary appearance and ordinary clothes. He leaned back in his tent, staring at the hard-working clown on stage, a bottle of blue brandy from Cornwall in his hand, his face expressionless, occasionally taking a sip and grinning, out of step with the warm atmosphere around him.

Only when the curtain call of the show will he applaud hard, and he will only stop by clapping his palms red every time.

This is not his first day here, in the last 10 days or so, he has often come to see the performance, never leaving early, as if he is a loyal audience member who could not be more faithful.

It's just that...

He didn't seem to be looking at a show, but something else.