The child suddenly had a look of surprise on his face, and the chubby finger pointed at himself, "Give it to me?"
"Yes, uncle is now an adult and doesn't want to play with this."
The child follows the good example and says, "My child, I play with meow."
With that said, the little chubby hand took the small plane and ran happily to show off to Daji and the others, and then the old man and the others.
The old man who looked at it with a smile didn't care much at first, thinking that a wooden toy was just like that.
Nacheng thought that when Doudou came over with the plane to show off, the old man found that the plane was a bit interesting.
This shape, these details...
"Doudou, can you show me the plane to my uncle?"
He asked with rapid breathing, and Xiao Doudou said "oh" and generously showed the old man the plane.
After putting away the goat milk, Jian Yuelan came out of the house and was about to go to Zhang Nan to ask for some tea leaves that Lao Bai drank and come back to make milk tea, but she heard the old man muttering something.
The expression on his face was a mixture of happiness, sadness and a bit of madness, as if he was possessed by a demon.
The old lady and Doudou did not dare to move and looked at him, nor did they dare to disturb him.
Jian Yuelan's heart skipped a beat, and she walked over here. The old lady who found her immediately looked at her for help.
She nodded slightly, came to the old man under the expectant eyes of the old lady, and said warmly, "Grandpa, what are you looking at?"
The old man who was immersed in his own thoughts came back to his senses instantly and murmured, "This plane, this plane..."
"Calm down."
Jian Yuelan saw that the old man's expression was not right, and quickly pinched the old man's neck with his quick eyes. The old man gasped in pain and turned to glare at her, "Smelly girl, can you be gentler?"
"Please be gentle, you are emotionally unstable."
She looked innocent, and the old man couldn't laugh or cry when he saw her like this, "You, sometimes you're not much older than Doudou."
"Mom, Gao Gao."
The child gestured with his hands to show that his mother was much older than him.
The old man gave him a helpless look and said, "Your mother is taller and heavier than you."
Jian Yuelan didn't like to hear this, so she said plausibly, "I'm better at making money to support my family than he is."
"I can still support you and grandma."
"You can't support Doudou."
"right."
The king of praise appears again, no matter what my mother says, the shout is correct.
The old lady's shoulders were shaking, and the old man glanced at her, "You can laugh if you want, I won't be angry."
Don't dare to be angry.
The old lady burst out laughing, Huang Yang and Doudou laughed, and Daji and the others also joined in the fun and meowed.
The old man sighed and handed the plane to Jian Yuelan without bothering to argue with a few people.
"Zhizhi, take a look."
She reached out to take it and observed it, but this observation almost made her jump up in shock.
Damn it, isn’t this the famous J-20 in later generations?
No, look again.
Then, the more she looked at it, the more she was amazed. Huang Yang's aircraft model was not ordinary exquisite, and the details were handled very well.
He made out the textures, cockpit, etc.
There is also a small and negligible villain in the cockpit, that is, Jian Yuelan does embroidery work. Her eyes are maintained and her eyesight is trained, otherwise she would not be able to spot this villain.
Ten minutes later, she withdrew her gaze and looked at Huang Yang with a complicated expression, "Yangyang, did you come up with the shape and details of this aircraft yourself?"
"Um."
The young boy nodded honestly and scratched his scalp a little shyly when talking about his thoughts, "I came up with this shape after observing seabirds, swallows and bats in the swallow cave."
As he spoke, he asked cautiously, "Sister, does this plane look good?"
"nice."
It's not just ordinary good-looking, but very, very good-looking.
Seeing this small and exquisite airplane model, Jian Yuelan thought of the air show she had participated in in her native world.
Some emotions cannot be expressed unless they are placed on specific occasions.
The air show is definitely a place that makes Chinese people proud and full of tears.
She took a deep breath, tried to calm down her turbulent emotions and said seriously, "Yangyang, can you draw your design concept and the details of this aircraft?"
There is no doubt about Huang Yang's intelligence. He keenly sensed something from Jian Yuelan's attitude.
"Sister, I, I can."
His voice changed from timid at the beginning to firmness, and the light in his eyes was astonishingly hot.
He said--
"Actually, I thought of several airplane shapes, but this one was my favorite, so I whittled it out of wood."
Very good, he is worthy of being a future manufacturing giant.
This imagination and hands-on ability are simply amazing.
For training, this child must be handed over to Uncle Tan and the others for proper training.
"Just wait, I'll get you a pen and paper."
She came into the room like a gust of wind, and within two minutes she took out a stack of cut white paper and pencils.
"Doudou, you and Daji will give the table to uncle first."
"Good meow!"
The children responded with squeaks of milk and greeted Daji and them to get down from the table.
"Come Yangyang."
She put the pen and paper on the table and signaled him to start working.
The young boy took a deep breath, sat down at the table with trembling hands, and then entered a state of drawing and writing ideas.
Worried that Doudou and Daji's noise would interrupt his train of thought, Jian Yuelan winked at the old man and the old lady.
The second elder stood up in seconds, hugged Doudou and whispered a few words, then led Daji and the others out the door.
The atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly became quiet. Jian Yuelan stood behind Huang Yang, concentrating on watching him draw and write ideas while being wary of people coming in.
Sister-in-law Shi passed by the door and saw her standing there like a doorkeeper. She was about to come in, but Jian Yuelan stopped her.
She waved apologetically to Sister-in-law Shi, and pointed at Huang Yang's ears and head, indicating that he could not disturb her now.
Then she clasped her hands and winked at her. Sister-in-law Shi was stunned for a moment by her actions, but she quickly reacted, nodded with a smile, and left with a light step.
"Fortunately, it's Sister-in-law Shi who's here."
Jian Yuelan, who broke into a cold sweat from fear, breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Sister-in-law Shi leaving, and began to pray in her heart that no one would come next.
She didn't know if God heard her prayers, but until Huang Yang finished drawing all the airplane drawings in his imagination, not even a bird passed by in the sky, let alone people.
"Sister, I've finished painting."
Putting down the pencil, the young boy looked at her with joy on his face.
Jian Yuelan hummed, picked up the drawings and looked at them one by one.
Then, she discovered that the reason why geniuses are geniuses is that in addition to high IQ, geniuses also have unique imagination, thinking logic, etc.
Just like Huang Yang, he is eleven or eighteen younger than her brother.
"Did you calculate these numbers?"
"Um."
Huang Yang nodded and began to explain to her what each number represented and why it was this number.
If the big guy who makes airplanes were here, he would definitely understand it and have a common language with Huang Yang.
However, Jian Yuelan was not good at it. Even though she had participated in air shows and had reviewed the published information and various data on relevant fighter aircraft, she still knew nothing about the aviation field.
But it doesn't matter, professionals do professional things.
She doesn't know what to be afraid of, but someone knows.
After putting away the drawings like a treasure, she went back to the house and wrapped the drawings in soft cotton cloth and put the airplane model in a small pocket. Jian Yuelan's whole body was tense as if she was holding a bag of explosives, and she took Huang Yang with a serious expression.
Went to the division headquarters to find Tan Jun.
When she saw Tan Jun, she didn't bother to say hello or introduce Huang Yang to Tan Jun. She went straight to the subject and said seriously, "Uncle, ask Xiao Wang to guard the door, and I will show you something."
Tan Jun, "???"
Tan Jun stared at her for a while and then gave an order to Xiao Wang, "Xiao Wang, no one is allowed to come near this place before I call you."
"yes!"
Xiao Wang responded, exited the office and took the door to carry out the task.
"Tell me, what happened to make you like this?"
It was as if he had discovered a spy, which made his heart skip a beat.
"Look at these."
She put the cloth bag in her arms on the table, opened it and took out the drawings inside and handed it over. Tan Jun took it in confusion.
This guy comes from a scholarly world, and even though he sounds like an uneducated old man, he is actually a top student.
If the war had not come, this man would be teaching and educating people in the university.
But then war came.
So, this man put down his pen and joined the army.
Even if he didn't understand all the data that Jian Yuelan couldn't understand, he could still understand a little bit.
"Who painted this?"
"Huang Yang."
Jian Yuelan pulled the somewhat restrained young man over and told the story in a concise and concise manner.
I learned that these drawings appeared because of the airplane model that the young boy made for Doudou.
Tan Jun suddenly felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He picked up his big tea vat and started drinking tons of water.
After finishing the drink, he calmed down and asked, "Where is the airplane model?"
"this!"
Jian Yuelan quickly took out the airplane model and handed it over. After he took it and looked at it carefully, his face suddenly turned serious, "Besides me and you two siblings, who else has seen these drawings?"
"No, only the three of us have seen the drawings, and the model master and the others have also seen it."
Tan Jun looked at Huang Yang. The little boy was a little nervous and stumbled, "Abba, they only know that I am whittling wood, but they don't know what I am whittling wood for."
In other words, except for the three of them and the old man, no one outside has ever seen this airplane model.
Tan Jun was silent for a moment, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, "You two stay here for now, I'll call someone to take a look at these drawings."