Chapter 157 Could Song Yanshen not be mute?
Song Yanzhe whispered to Song Yanshen, "Ugh~ My second uncle is getting more and more mushy! I'm getting goosebumps!"
Upon hearing this, Song Xingzhi, taking advantage of Zhang Chunxue's inattention, slapped Song Yanzhe on the back of the head.
When Zhang Chunxue turned around, he pretended to be innocent and immediately went up to her: "Sister Chunxue, let me help!"
Song Yanzhe touched his head, his disdain evident on his face.
He then pulled Song Yanshen outside, saying, "Xiaoshen, let me tell you, don't be like your dad in the future!"
He patted his chest, his face full of confidence: "Anyway, I will never be like my second uncle!"
Song Yanshen looked at the people huddled together intimately in the kitchen, then at Song Yanzhe, pointed at him, then at Song Xingzhi, then at him again, and then shook his head.
Song Yanzhe was stunned for a moment, then his face darkened: "Xiao Shen, do you mean I have to be like my second uncle from now on?"
Song Yanshen nodded heavily.
Song Yanzhe's lips twitched involuntarily.
Zhong Xiaoxiao happened to come out of the room and was taken aback by the situation. Then she asked with some curiosity, "Song Yanzhe, do you understand what Xiao Shen is trying to say?"
Song Yanzhe nodded: "Yeah! It's not that hard to understand!"
Zhong Xiaoxiao was even more intrigued and couldn't help but circle around Song Yanzhe, saying, "You're quite amazing!"
Although she could understand Song Yanshen's meaning quite well, she often had to ask him to confirm it several times.
Song Yanzhe immediately became smug: "Who am I! I'm super smart!"
Zhong Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes: "Hmph! Anyway, I'm teaching Xiao Shen to read now, so he can write down whatever he wants to say for me!"
Song Yanzhe was naturally unwilling to fall behind Zhong Xiaoxiao, so he immediately said, "Teaching Xiaoshen to speak is better than teaching him to write!"
"He can hear everything, so I don't see any reason why he can't speak!"
Zhong Xiaoxiao was taken aback.
After Song Yanzhe finished speaking, he was also taken aback.
The two of them looked at Song Yanshen together.
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Song Yanzhe stroked his chin: "I've heard that nine out of ten people are deaf and mute. Generally, those who can't speak are deaf and don't know how to speak. But Xiao Shen can hear! Why can't he speak?"
Zhong Xiaoxiao also stroked her chin: "I heard Dad—well, your second uncle—say before that some people lose their voice after suffering a severe shock and can never speak again... I don't think Xiao Shen's situation seems like that!"
Zhou Mingli finished feeding Zhong Yuanyuan and came out to find Zhong Xiaoxiao and Song Yanzhe circling around Song Yanshen, which puzzled her.
However, after listening to what the two said, she found it somewhat amusing and carried Zhong Yuanyuan to the kitchen.
Song Xingzhi was tending a fire, chatting with Zhang Chunxue about the interesting things that had happened that day.
Zhou Mingli walked in with a smile: "Mom, you have no idea what Xiaoxiao and Xiaoze are researching."
Zhang Chunxue asked curiously, "What are they talking about?"
Zhou Mingli chuckled softly: "They're investigating why Xiao Shen can't speak."
Zhang Chunxue was taken aback.
Come to think of it, she never studied why Song Yanshen couldn't speak in her previous life. Even after he was registered and given a formal name, everyone still called him Little Mute.
Zhang Chunxue, and even Song Yanshen himself, never considered why he couldn't speak.
As for Zhang Chunxue's three sons, they were even more indifferent to Song Yanshen.
It's like he can't speak, he just can't speak, and no one will care about the deeper reasons.
Thinking of this, Zhang Chunxue couldn't help but frown: "Yes, why can't Xiao Shen speak?"
"Even if he grew up without parents and no one taught him to speak, it's impossible for him to be completely unable to speak!"
Song Xingzhi was also taken aback: "Sister Chunxue, do you mean that Xiao Shen can speak?"
“His vocal cords are definitely fine!” Zhang Chunxue said with certainty. “Because he can produce sound, but he can’t speak…”
"I think it's probably because no one taught him to speak!"
Song Xingzhi also seemed to be thinking: "So, if he's taught properly, he can actually speak?"
Zhang Chunxue's eyes lit up: "Maybe!"
Song Yanshen was called "Little Mute" since childhood, so he believed that he couldn't speak. This belief was deeply ingrained, limiting his thinking and controlling his mind.
He also considers himself mute, feeling that he can only say "ah ah ah", so he has never tried to speak.
Zhou Mingli's eyes widened as well: "So Xiao Shen's muteness wasn't congenital!"
She quickly realized, "That's right! Xiao Shen could hear it all!"
Just as Zhang Chunxue was about to go out to take a look, Song Xingzhi stopped her.
He said with a hint of helplessness, "We can't rush this! Let's finish cooking first!"
Zhang Chunxue thought it made sense, but she quickened her pace considerably.
Soon, dinner was ready. Zhang Chunxue called out, and the three children rushed in to eat.
The family quickly finished their meal, and Zhou Mingli insisted on washing the dishes, saying that she wanted her parents to have a good talk with Xiao Shen.
Zhang Chunxue and Song Xingzhi then pulled Song Yanshen into the main room.
Zhong Xiaoxiao and Song Yanzhe, being the two busybodies they were, naturally joined in.
Zhang Chunxue held Song Yanshen's hand and said gently, "Xiaoshen, let me ask you, have you always been alone since you can remember?"
Song Yanshen nodded.
Zhang Chunxue continued, "So, from that time on, you stopped being able to speak?"
Song Yanshen nodded again.
Zhong Xiaoxiao and Song Yanzhe exchanged a glance and then joined in.
"Xiao Shen, you've been alone since you can remember, so how did you survive?" Song Yanzhe was full of questions. "If you can remember things, you'd usually be around three years old!"
"How did you, a three-year-old child, survive?"
Song Yanshen looked somewhat confused, then shook his head.
He didn't know, he really didn't know.
Anyway, ever since he could remember, he had been a person, wandering around without being able to speak.
Over the years, he has met many kind people who gave him food and kept him alive; otherwise, he would have died somewhere long ago.
Zhong Xiaoxiao felt a pang of sympathy: "Oh dear! How small was Xiao Shen back then! How did he get through the winter?"
Song Yanshen thought for a moment, then made two "ah" sounds, pointed to the kitchen, made a sneaky gesture, and then made the shape of a haystack.
Song Yanzhe immediately understood and translated from the side: "Xiao Shen said that he secretly ran into other people's kitchens to hide in winter, and even hid in haystacks when he was alive?"
He thought for a moment longer: "Hmm...it must be that they hide in someone else's kitchen at night and in the haystack during the day?"
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