My Taoist nun girlfriend is from the Republic of China era, 1942.

Chapter 174 Clever Child
Time flies when it comes to children.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Yang turned one year old.

The little bundle of flesh that used to lie in the cradle and babble can now walk around the house holding onto the sofa, its two short legs occasionally uttering a few clear words.

The changes in Zhao Moli, who is two years old, are also quite noticeable.

Although he still doesn't talk much, and occasionally stares blankly into space or fidgets with something in his head... at least he can speak in short, coherent sentences, and he seems like a normal child.

For his son's first birthday party, Lu Yuan didn't hold a big celebration. He only invited a few acquaintances and his grandparents to his home for a simple meal to make it lively.

After the meal came the main event – ​​the baby's first birthday celebration.

Chen Xiaomiao spread a large red cloth on the carpet and filled it with a bunch of things.

Pens, books, abacuses... these are all objects from old traditions.

Lu Yuan added a few more items, including a small, exquisite excavator model, which was a gift from him when he was studying civil engineering.

Chen Xiaomiao looked at the pile of modern gadgets, muttered to herself, and put another brass Bagua mirror in there.

"Come on, my darling, come and catch one!"

Chen Xiaomiao placed the chubby Lu Yang in the center of the red cloth, her eyes full of anticipation.

Little Lu Yang sat there, his big, dark eyes curiously scanning the colorful objects around him, but he didn't make a move for a long time.

He ignored the encouragement of the adults around him, slowly crawled around on the red cloth, his little nose twitching as if he were smelling something.

Finally, amidst everyone's astonished gazes, Lu Yang climbed straight towards the brass Bagua mirror and hugged it tightly to his arms.

"Ouch!"

Chen Xiaomiao was so excited she almost jumped up, hugged her son and the mirror together, and smiled from ear to ear.

"My goodness, he's truly my son!"

She kissed that chubby little face again and again, her genuine pride impossible to hide.

Seeing his wife's overjoyed expression, Lu Yuan didn't say anything more.

Once everyone's attention had shifted away from the matter, he quietly walked over and picked up the Bagua mirror that Lu Yang had tossed aside.

He looked at it over and over, but there was nothing special about it.

But when he brought the mirror close to his nose, a faint milky smell entered his nasal cavity.

Lu Yuan was both amused and exasperated.

Good grief, the mother has resorted to underhanded tactics?

Does he really want his son to inherit Qizhen Temple and become a Taoist priest?
After the draw, the guests took their leave one after another, except for Zhao Qiang's family, who stayed until the very end.

The reason was simple: Zhao Moli refused to leave no matter what. She tightly gripped Lu Yang's clothes with her little hands, and kept repeating the words "little brother... play... don't leave..." No one could persuade her, and she was on the verge of bursting into tears.

"Alright, let her play a little longer."

Zhao Qiang was at his wits' end with his daughter and could only shrug helplessly.

Qi Lili had no choice but to let her have her way. The two children were put back on the carpet, next to a pile of new building blocks that she had just bought a few days ago.

At first, the adults were chatting about everyday things on the sofa in the living room.

But as they chatted, everyone's attention was involuntarily drawn to the two little ones on the carpet.

The theme of that building block set is urban transportation, with building modules and vehicles of various shapes.

Lu Yang, who was only one year old, directed Zhao Moli in an orderly manner.

He picked up a long blue block with his little hand, pointed to two white blocks next to it, and made clear syllables.

"Jasmine... take... this."

As if she had received a royal decree, Zhao Moli crawled over on all fours and handed the two white cubes to Lu Yang.

Lu Yang took the building blocks and skillfully placed the blue strip on the two white blocks, and a simple "bridge" was built.

Then, pointing to a red-topped building block, he said to Zhao Moli, "This...this!"

Zhao Moli obediently placed the building block representing the hospital steadily in the position he designated.

Next up are police stations, schools, fire stations...

Throughout the entire process, Lu Yang maintained a clear mind and gave decisive command.

He only needs to glance at the diagram next to him to clearly understand what each block represents and where it should be placed to form a reasonable city layout.

Two-and-a-half-year-old Zhao Moli became his most loyal assistant. She followed Lu Yang's instructions perfectly, and her little face was full of joy from participating.

In the living room, several adults stared in disbelief.

"Holy crap..." Zhao Qiang exclaimed, "Yuanzi, your little guy... he's only one year old! How does he know which is a hospital and which is a school?"

Qi Lili, equally incredulous, turned to Chen Xiaomiao and humbly asked for advice: "Xiaomiao, how do you usually take care of your child? You're so smart!"

"It's alright, it's alright..."

Chen Xiaomiao spoke modestly, but her face was full of silly smiles, her motherly vanity was greatly satisfied.

“I didn’t teach him much; he just figured it out on his own.”

One-year-old Lu Yang's performance is indeed far beyond that of his peers. Not only can he walk steadily, but he has hardly ever touched a baby walker. His vocabulary is also astonishingly large, and he can already express his thoughts in simple sentences.

For example, when he was hungry, he would run straight to Chen Xiaomiao, grab her trouser leg and shout, "Mommy, I'm hungry, I want milk."

If she accidentally falls, she can accurately point to her bumped knee and say "it hurts," instead of just wailing like other children.

Before long, under Lu Yang's "chief designer" planning, a well-organized block city rose from the ground.

"ah!"

Mission accomplished, Zhao Moli clapped her hands with joy. She excitedly walked to Lu Yang's side, hugged his neck, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Hahahahaha!"

The adults present all burst into laughter.

Lu Yuan, feeling a bit mischievous, asked Jasmine with a smile, "Jasmine, do you especially enjoy playing with Yangyang?"

Zhao Moli was in high spirits when she heard this. She nodded her little head vigorously and answered intermittently while clapping her hands.

"Yangyang...likes...playing together!"

Lu Yuan pressed his advantage, coaxing, "Then you'll stay with Yangyang from now on, okay?"

"it is good!"

Zhao Moli agreed without hesitation, and was so happy that she jumped up from the carpet, hopping around in place while muttering to herself.

"I...and Yangyang...are together!"

His silly, innocent look drew another burst of laughter.

Looking at his "little cabbage," Zhao Qiang shook his head helplessly and sighed with a smile: "It's over. I've raised this daughter for nothing. She's not even grown up yet, and her heart is already with another man."

Despite saying that, his eyes were full of doting smiles.

Lu Yang chuckled along, and casually kicked the scattered building blocks to the distance.

Fortunately, the constantly bouncing Zhao Moli escaped unscathed; otherwise, if she had stepped on it, she would have at least fallen on her bottom.

The adults were busy joking with the two children, but Lu Yuan noticed it all and his mind started to wander.

Late at night.

Zhao Qiang and his family of three finally returned home satisfied.

Chen Xiaomiao hummed a little tune as she walked into the bathroom, and soon the sound of rushing water could be heard.

In the bedroom, Lu Yuan held his son in his arms, beginning their "whisper" time.

He pinched his son's soft cheek and lowered his voice.

"Yangyang, tell Daddy, do you like Sister Jasmine?"

Lu Yang nodded, uttering two words from his small mouth—"I like it."

Lu Yuan continued, "Then...do you think Sister Jasmine is a little stupid?"

This question made one-year-old Lu Yang pause for a moment to think.

He tilted his little head, blinked his big eyes, then stretched out his chubby little hand, pointed in the direction of the bathroom, and tried to organize his thoughts, speaking haltingly.

"Mommy... Silly... Daddy... I like it."

"puff--"

Lu Yuan stared wide-eyed at his son in his arms.

Surprise, amusement, absurdity... all sorts of emotions intertwined, finally turning into a suppressed low laugh.

That little rascal!
He finally managed to stop laughing, and then took the Bagua mirror that his son had "chosen" during the day from the bedside table.

"Then tell Daddy, do you like this?"

Lu Yang glanced at his glasses and decisively shook his head.

"Don't you like it?" Lu Yuan asked, puzzled. "Then why did you take it?"

Lu Yang first pointed to the Bagua mirror in Lu Yuan's hand.

"take……"

Then he pointed to the bathroom again.

"Mother……"

Finally, he grinned and uttered the last word.

"happy."

Lu Yuan's smile froze, his heart filled with turmoil.

My son is only one year old, yet he already knows to choose something he doesn't like during the first birthday celebration.

It wasn't out of curiosity, nor because of coincidence, but because he knew that this choice would make his mother happy.
Although Chen Xiaomiao had prepared Lu Yuan in advance, making him mentally prepared for his son's "intelligence".

But this performance can no longer be described by the word "smart".

Is my own son a little too extraordinary?
(End of this chapter)