Chapter 34 The child has hyperthymesia just like her.

Yu Yan recalled Shao Muyan's evaluation of Shao Yun: extremely intelligent and beautiful.

These five words contain no exaggeration whatsoever.

Such a young child already knows so many words, can not only program, but also has a natural sensitivity to numbers and algorithms, and can remember everything he sees.

Whether it's Shao Muyan or Yu Yan, they were both children who were praised for their intelligence from a young age. Which scientific researcher didn't start out as a child prodigy, surrounded by countless geniuses?

But Shao Yun's intelligence is still astonishing.

Yu Yan already has a clear idea for her thesis, but her hand injury has been severely affecting her output efficiency these past few days.

Shao Muyan sent Shao Yun to be her "typist," which was a great help. In one afternoon, Shao Yun helped her finish the paper.

Feeling instantly relieved, Yu Yan collapsed onto the sofa, while Shao Yun remained sitting upright.

"Are you tired? Don't hold it in, lie down for a while."

Yu Yan put a cushion on her lap and invited Shao Yun to lean against her. At first, Shao Yun was a little embarrassed, but Yu Yan reached out and tugged at him.

Shao Yun glanced at her bandaged hand, then stopped letting her pull it and leaned closer to her himself.

Just a small glance was enough to soften Yu Yan's heart.

Yu Yan suddenly understood why Shao Muyan and the Shao family doted on Shao Yun so much. Who wouldn't like a smart and kind child?

Besides, the little guy looks so much like Shao Muyan.

It's said that nephews resemble their uncles. If Yu Yan didn't know Shao Yun's background, she would have doubted whether Shao Yun was Shao Min's biological son. It's just too much of a coincidence.

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When Shao Muyan came home from get off work, he didn't see the work scene, but rather two people sitting on the sofa watching cartoons, eating fruit, and sharing a raspberry yogurt cake.

"Uncle Yan." "Little Uncle."

Both of them called out, and Yu Yan said, "I saved a piece of cake for you."

"Thank you." Shao Muyan smiled. "Is the thesis finished?"

Yu Yan nodded repeatedly: "It's done! Yunyun is really amazing..."

She showered Shao Yun with praise. Shao Yun wasn't much of a talker; children don't usually like to talk much. However, his flushed face showed that he was still shy about the excessive praise.

"Good performance."

Shao Muyan pinched his cheek. "Stay here tonight. What do you want to eat? Your uncle will make it for you."

Upon hearing this, Shao Yun's eyes immediately lit up. "Sweet and sour pork ribs. Is that okay?"

"no problem."

Shao Muyan smiled gently, then turned to Yu Yan, "And you?"

Yu Yan stood up with a smile, "I'll help you."

Her hands couldn't help with anything except watching the fire.

After finishing the paper, Yu Yan felt much more relaxed, and Shao Muyan rarely saw her so relaxed. "Shao Yun didn't make things worse for you, did he?"

"How could that be?" Yu Yan said without exaggeration, "He's incredibly reliable and has been a huge help to me."

Shao Muyan chuckled and said while mixing the sauce, "The little helper is quite useful. Sometimes when I get tired of looking at the computer, I ask him to help me with the data entry."

"Did you teach him programming too?" Yu Yan asked.

Shao Muyan: "I taught him some introductory lessons, and later, seeing that he was interested, I enrolled him in a programming training course. I will give him intensive training when I have time."

Yu Yan nodded. "No wonder."

“Shao Yun has a very good memory,” Yu Yan said. “He can remember anything he has seen or heard after just one reading.”

"I'm not sleeping well."

Shao Muyan met Yu Yan's gaze and gave her a knowing look, "Hyperthymesia."

Yu Yan understood.

Just like her.

Hyperthymesia is a rare medical anomaly, clinically characterized by the brain possessing an automatic memory system. People with hyperthymesia do not have the ability to forget.

After dinner, Shao Muyan was working on his computer at his desk, while Yu Yan was on the sofa teaching Shao Yun how to manage his memories.

"Do you remember the data you entered for me during the day?" Yu Yan asked Shao Yun.

Shao Yun nodded; he remembered everything.

Although he couldn't understand what those terms and data meant, it was as if his brain had become a walking computer, and the things recorded in the computer were also imprinted in his memory.

Close your eyes, and you'll see it all.

...It's not that I don't want to forget, it's that I can't forget.

He didn't want to tell others about these things because he knew he would only receive either shocked or worried looks.

This made Shao Yun feel like he was mentally ill and an oddball.

But Yu Yan communicated with him very calmly, as if it were a normal thing for him to be unable to forget things.

There's nothing to be surprised about.

“I was like that when I was a child, I had a photographic memory, and I still am, but I have learned how to manage them.”

Yu Yan shared her method with Shao Yun, "Have you ever built Lego or stacked blocks?"

Shao Yun nodded.

“You can build a small house or a palace in your mind, just like building with Lego bricks, and organize everything you remember into it.”

The two closed their eyes, and Yu Yan held his small hand, guiding him to feel it together.

"Imagine we are standing at the front door of a house. We push the door open, and on the left is a room that is useful and happy, containing things we need to remember; on the right is a room that is useless and sad, containing things we want to forget."

"You can number each room or drawer, or stick pictures on them—your favorite animals, or fruits you dislike, anything goes. That way, you'll be more mindful of which drawer to open next time..."

...

After taking a shower, Shao Muyan carried Shao Yun to his bed and ruffled the hair he had just dried.

"Did you have fun with Aunt Yu Yan today?"

Shao Yun sat on the bed, tilted her little face up, and nodded seriously.

"How is Auntie?" Shao Muyan asked as she helped him put on his pajamas.

Shao Yun: "Okay."

"How good is it?" Shao Muyan pressed for an answer.

Shao Yun looked at Shao Muyan with his large, clear eyes and felt that his uncle was asking a lot of questions today.

After thinking for a moment, Shao Yun said, "Just as good as my uncle."

Um.

Shao Muyan smiled with satisfaction.