Mrs. Shi passed by the door and saw her standing there like a door god. She raised her foot to come in but was stopped by Jian Yuelan.
She waved to Mrs. Shi with an apologetic look on her face, and pointed at Huang Yang's ears and head, indicating that he could not be disturbed now.
Then she put her hands together and winked at her. Mrs. Shi was stunned by her actions for a moment, but she quickly reacted, smiled and nodded, then left with light steps.
"Fortunately it was Sister Shi who came."
Jian Yuelan, who was scared out of her wits, breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Mrs. Shi leave, and began to pray in her heart that no one would come next.
It was not known whether God heard her prayers, but until Huang Yang finished drawing all the drawings of the airplane he imagined, not even a bird passed by in the sky, let alone people.
"Sister, I'm done."
Putting down the pencil, the young boy looked at her with joy on his face.
Jian Yuelan nodded, picked up the drawn drawings and began to look at them one by one.
Then, she discovered that the reason why geniuses are geniuses is that in addition to high IQ, they also have unique imagination, logical thinking, etc.
For example, Huang Yang is eleven or eighteen years 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 that number.
If the big boss who manufactures airplanes were here, he would definitely understand and would have a common language with Huang Yang.
However, Jian Yuelan was not able to do that. Even though she had participated in air shows and read the public information and data about relevant fighter jets, she knew nothing about the aviation field.
But it doesn’t matter, professionals do professional work.
She knows nothing, so what is there to be afraid of? There are people who know.
After putting the drawings away like treasures, Jian Yuelan went back to the house, wrapped the drawings in soft cotton cloth and put the airplane model in her small pocket. Then, with her nerves tense and a serious expression as if she was holding a bomb, she took Huang Yang to the division headquarters to find Tan Jun.
When she saw Tan Jun, she didn't even bother to greet him or introduce Huang Yang to him. She went straight to the point and said seriously, "Uncle, ask Xiao Wang to guard the door. I want to show you something."
Tan Jun, “???”
Tan Jun stared at her for a long moment, then gave Xiao Wang an order, "Xiao Wang, no one is allowed to approach this place until I call you."
"yes!"
Xiao Wang responded, left the office and closed the door to carry out the task.
"Tell me, what made you behave like this?"
It was like discovering a spy, and he was very nervous.
"Look at these."
She put the cloth bag in her arms on the table, opened it, took out the drawings inside and handed them over. Tan Jun took it in confusion.
This person comes from a world of books. Although he speaks like an uneducated boor, he is actually an excellent student.
If the war had not come, he would probably be teaching at a university.
But the war came.
So he put down his pen and joined the army.
Even if he didn't fully understand the various data that Jian Yuelan couldn't understand, he could still get a vague understanding of it.
“Who drew this?”
"Huang Yang."
Jian Yuelan pulled the somewhat restrained young boy over and succinctly recounted what had happened.
We learned about the appearance of these drawings because of the airplane model that the young boy made for Doudou.
Tan Jun suddenly felt like he was struck by lightning. He picked up his big teapot in a daze and started drinking water in gulps.
After finishing his drink, he calmed down and asked, "Where's the airplane model?"
"this!"
Jian Yuelan quickly took out the airplane model and handed it to him. After he took it and examined it carefully, his expression suddenly turned serious. "Besides you two, siblings and I, who else has seen these drawings?"
"No, only the three of us have seen the blueprints, and the old man and his friends have also seen the model."
Tan Jun looked at Huang Yang. The young boy was a little nervous and stumbled, "Dad and the others only know that I'm whittling wood, but they don't know why I'm whittling wood."
In other words, apart from the three of them and the old man, no one else has seen this airplane model.
Tan Jun was silent for a moment, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, "You two stay here first, I'll call someone to take a look at these drawings."
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