Autistic genius, a flourishing era of scientific research

Jiang Yan and he walked around the coffee table twice, then went to Si Cizhan's bedroom.

"And I've found help."

Jiang Xiaowen was amused.

Si Ci Zhan had been cleaning for almost an hour. When he heard his cheerful voice, he threw the rag in his hand at his face.

"Bullying! You two are definitely teaming up to bully me."

Jiang Xiaowen grabbed the rag he threw at him. The rag was still wet. He had just wiped the windows and windowsills but hadn't washed them, so his hands were covered in dust.

"What did she write that she won't let me read?"

Jiang Xiaowen threw the rag back to Si Cizhan and asked curiously.

"You want to know?"

Si Cizhan washed the rag with a cold face, glanced at Jiang Yan who was holding the notebook with a defensive look on her face, and said to Jiang Xiaowen,

"Anyway, I've seen it. If you have the guts, go and see it yourself."

No matter how Jiang Xiaowen listened to these words, he felt that Si Cizhan was showing off.

Jiang Xiaowen was even more confused and seemed a little shocked:

"Why are you showing it to you and not to me?"

"I am your biological brother, Yanyan."

"You can't recognize the wrong brother!"

Si Cizhan ignored him, wrung out the rag and said to Jiang Yan:

"Go away, ignore him."

Jiang Yan didn't say anything, but followed Si Cizhan out.

Si Cizhan curled his lips and glanced at Jiang Xiaowen. His usual cold eyes seemed to have a hint of provocation. He said:

"It seems you recognized the wrong sister."

Jiang Xiaowen watched Jiang Yan follow Si Cizhan out, and followed him out, shouting exaggeratedly:

"Si Cizhan, you are such a beast! You don't even have a sister, but you're trying to steal one from me! You're such a beast!"

"Give my sister back to me right now."

There was a smile in his words.

"Yanyan, don't follow him. Look back at your brother."

Si Cizhan was tired of his fake sad tone and said:

"Okay, stop yelling."

"Don't disturb her. You can see it after she finishes painting."

Jiang Xiaowen asked Jiang Yan: "Are you painting? Will it really be readable after it's finished?"

"Isn't it just for him? Can I see it too?"

Jiang Yan nodded and emphasized:

"Don't peek."

Jiang Xiaowen immediately raised his hand and swore: "I swear to the country and the people that I will never peek!"

Jiang Yan was satisfied, and the corners of her lips curved up, clearly smiling: "Then wait a moment."

Jiang Xiaowen saw her smile and was in high spirits. He said:

"Smile more in the future. My sister looks beautiful when she smiles."

If he hadn't said it out loud, Jiang Yan wouldn't have realized she was actually laughing.

She thought carefully for a moment, but could not recall the feeling of laughing just now. However, she could tell from her memory that the corners of her mouth were raised at that time. She said:

"Then I should be 1 now. Judging by this, I am very happy now."

1 (happiness) always comes with a smile.

She felt that there was nothing special compared to her usual self.

Except the face will have more expressions.

Jiang Yan was not surprised that a smile appeared on her face at this moment.

Because Jiang Xiaowen had just promised not to disturb her research on the machinery of this era.

In the past, when she heard good news about research, people would often say to her, "Chief! You're smiling! Is there some new progress?"

Her emotional state seemed to become a way for others to understand the progress of the research.

Jiang Yan also learned that she would show more obvious emotions in the research field that she was interested in.

When she was young and receiving treatment, she actually experienced a variety of emotions with the help and deliberate reminders of the guiding doctor.

Doctors hope to alleviate her emotional cognitive impairment by appealing to her emotions.

The doctor recorded images of her various emotional states during the guided treatment. Jiang Yan watched them many times and recalled them many times, but still could not determine the differences and gaps between these emotions.

No matter what, she felt that her condition had not changed from beginning to end.

Only the expression on his face changed.

This led the doctor to conclude that she suffered from severe emotional deficiency.

She could not understand the emotions of ordinary people, nor could she know how these emotions were judged and determined, or what rules were used to distinguish them.

So she created her own rules.

It’s just that the distinction rules she established were not perfect, but through daily observation and summary, this set of rules gradually became perfect.

However, because it is impossible to thoroughly study human emotions, it cannot be fully perfected.

Later, after she was imprisoned in an SSS-level special prison, she understood the constraints of the social rules that she had always ignored.

I made some horizontal expansions in the distinctions between people based on my own emotional rules system.

All of this constitutes the necessary conditions for her to interact with people now.

"Smile more, a smile makes you look ten years younger!" Jiang Xiaowen couldn't help but sigh when he saw that the smile on Jiang Yan's face disappeared as soon as he finished speaking.

Jiang Yan tilted her head slightly, lowered her eyes for a moment, and imitated the expression on her face in her memory: "Is that so?"

Looking at the smile on her face, Jiang Xiaowen felt dazzled.

Only expressions, though.

Those eyes showed no emotion and looked a little unnoticeably strange.

It was a far cry from the few seconds when I had smiled unintentionally just now.

But Jiang Xiaowen still praised her: "Yes! You are worthy of being my sister, Jiang Xiaowen. You look beautiful when you smile!"

But I felt a little regretful in my heart. When Yanyan smiled just now, the red teardrop mole on her left eye seemed to come alive on her cheek.

She has curved eyebrows, a face like a peach blossom, and a slightly red corner of her eyes, which makes her look extremely beautiful.

Now, the teardrop mole only highlights her overly calm eyes and the incongruity of the smile on her face.

While they were talking, Si Ci Zhan washed the basin and rag and put them aside. When he turned around, he saw Jiang Yan's smiling profile.

Her eyelashes were long and thick. She looked up at Jiang Xiaowen with a smile as beautiful as a flower, unlike her usual expressionless face.

He couldn't help but cast his eyes on her.

Then I quickly realized that she was not happy, she was just smiling.

And this expression looks a bit fake.

Jiang Yan was sure that Jiang Xiaowen would not peek, so she took the notebook and left the kitchen, going to the living room to continue doing her own thing.

The basic data recording of the radio has been completed, and she is designing modification plans and calculating their feasibility.

After Jiang Yan left, Jiang Xiaowen said to Si Cizhan:

"What are you looking at? Did I let you look at it?"

Si Ci Zhan was too lazy to pay attention to him, a typical person looking for trouble.

Jiang Xiaowen was also used to his cold temper, and whispered with some sadness:

"My sister is so beautiful. If she goes to school, will there be boys chasing after her? Will premature love affect her studies?"

He is really worried.

School hasn't even started yet, and he's already worried about it. Si Cizhan wiped the dirtied spots on his uniform with a clean rag and said,

"She's so pretty and has good grades, so no one dares to pursue her."

After all, there are not many people who can compare with Jiang Yan's face. Her grades must be very good, and there are even fewer people who can compare with her.

How mature can a student who is still in school be?

Eighty to ninety percent of male students would feel ashamed when standing in front of her.

"Oh, is this your experience?" Jiang Xiaowen heard him so confident, and remembered that no one was pursuing Si Cizhan, so he immediately laughed.

"When I was in high school, there were still a few girls chasing me, but I heard that there were quite a few who secretly liked you, so I really didn't dare to pursue you."

Si Cizhan was speechless: "It was so chaotic back then, and you still had the mind to care about these things?"

"It's because of the chaos that we have these messy thoughts."

"Have you bought the bicycle?" Si Cizhan asked him.

Jiang Xiaowen then remembered that he had come back to get a knife:

"I bought it. I'll take you down to identify the car. Bring a knife with you so you can carve Yanyan's name on it."

"Okay." Si Cizhan took out a fruit knife from the kitchen cabinet, and the two went downstairs together.

Before leaving, Jiang Xiaowen specifically said something to Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan didn't respond, but they all knew she must have heard it.

The two men arrived at the bicycle shed, and Jiang Xiaowen took Si Cizhan to identify the bicycle, and then asked him to carve something on the handlebar.

Si Cizhan took up the knife and began to carve Jiang Yan's name.

"It's really hot out here. You keep carving while I go to the roadside store to buy three bottles of ice water."

"We have to leave in two hours."

After a busy day, Jiang Xiaowen was still a little worried thinking that Jiang Yan would live here alone.

Si Cizhan didn't say anything, and Jiang Xiaowen didn't wait for his answer. He raised his long legs and walked out of the carport. The midsummer sun fell on him.

The sun was so bright that it was a bit blinding. Jiang Xiaowen pressed down the brim of his military cap, then looked up at the third floor from downstairs.

He hadn't been here many times, but he could already find Jiang Yan's house at a glance.

I wonder if his sister’s painting is finished yet. She doesn’t let anyone see it. What is it about?

Jiang Xiaowen came back with a few bottles of ice water and saw Si Cizhan sitting on his bicycle waiting for him.

"for you."

He threw a bottle over, Si Ci Zhan unscrewed it and took a sip, then put the fruit knife in the basket in front of the car.

He walked over and put the water into the basket, then looked up at the handlebars:

"Let me see—why is your name engraved on it?!"

Not only are there the two words "Jiang Yan" on it, but there is also "Si Ci Zhan" next to it.

"What about mine?"

"the other side."

Si Cizhan tapped the other side of the bicycle handlebar with his hand, and the collision of his nails with the handlebar made a subtle, clear, crisp sound.

Jiang Xiaowen walked around to take a look. The carving was okay, and then he felt that he was all alone here.

He threw all the water in his hands into the basket, picked up the knife and carved another Jiang Yan here.

Si Cizhan looked at it and said, "I'm free."

"Okay, go upstairs." Jiang Xiaowen said with a smile, holding a knife.