Chapter 492 (1/2)

Shi Yu drew out a piece of paper again. There were no patterns on the paper, but full of formulas. He pointed to a series of formulas above, ”the parts you can't draw.”

As soon as Mingxi gets the treasure, she is in a hurry to look for something. Yu Xinyao understands that he is looking for a pen, and quickly picks up the pen that has fallen on the ground and puts it into his hand. He couldn't control his hand a little. He tried several times to hold the pen and immediately began to calculate on another blank piece of paper.

His handwriting is very sloppy, and many characters are seriously out of shape. Even when he knows what he is doing, Yu can't tell what he is writing. In Yu Xinyao's eyes, it is more like graffiti.

However, Yu Xinyao knew that her son was doing the calculation formula, a subject she was not familiar with.

The dying heart began to beat. She could not understand what her son was writing, but she knew that her child was saved. He was not a mentally retarded child, but a genius that ordinary people could not understand.

After more than ten minutes, Mingxi finally stopped writing and changed her pale face.

He looks at Shi Yu as if he is offering treasure, and seems to be asking for praise.

When the rain looked down at his calculation formula, the child pushed his self portrait back, no wonder it took so long.

Maybe he has been looking at it for too long. Mingxi slowly realizes that his handwriting is too sloppy. He starts to feel uneasy and looks at him with wet eyes for fear that he will dislike it.

That small animal like eyes, Yu Xinyao almost can't help but make a voice, let Shiyu quickly boast about the child.

Then she realized that her son had such a smart look in his eyes, and her eyes turned red. She couldn't believe she covered her mouth and tried not to let her tears fall.

After two minutes, the rain finally made a sound.

Then he pointed out several mistakes. Mingxi corrected them quickly and looked at him with bright eyes.

Shi Yu took out a pen and worked on a blank piece of paper for about ten minutes. He pushed it to Mingxi. Mingxi tilted his head and looked at him for a moment. Then he turned his head and looked at Yu Xinyao with questioning eyes.

When the rain nodded.

Mingxi, as if given the imperial edict, immediately buried himself in painting. This time he wanted to make up for the ugliness he had done before, and tried to control his hand. He drew slowly.

No one urged him. Everyone looked at him quietly, and saw that he drew one pattern after another on the paper. These patterns were not seen because the strength was not controlled well. When the lines were combined, there was an indescribable beauty, but no one could understand what he was drawing.

Time passes in silence.

More than half an hour later, the pattern gradually became clear, and Yu Xinyao's tears almost fell again.

Mingxi painted her portrait.

It's exactly what she looks like now.

After a few minutes, Mingxi finally stopped writing and looked up at the rain.

When the rain looked down and nodded.

Mingxi continues to look at him.

”Give it to whoever you draw.”

Mingxi pushes the paper to Yu Xinyao with a positive smile in her eyes.

Yu Xinyao shed tears. This is the first gift Mingxi has given her in three years. It is also the first portrait Mingxi gave her in her life. The painting is very rough, but it is the most precious gift she has received.

”Mingxi, Mingxi, how are you?” Yu Xinyao wants to embrace her son, but she doesn't know what to fear and dare not touch him. Zhou Muwen strode forward, took hold of the portrait, and the big man who said no two in the scientific research field couldn't help but blush and said in a deep voice: ”what's the matter with Mingxi when he can communicate with you and do such complicated calculations, why has he never shown it? Is it We've used the wrong method before? ”