Did Lowes succeed today? [Comprehensive British and American]

It was ten o'clock at night, and Rogers had to interrupt Lowes.

Let him go on like this, and don't sleep again.

"Erth," Rogers dangled in front of his eyes, "what did you promise me?"

Lowes held the pen in his hand, raised his head, his eyes protesting.

"Earth." Rogers lowered his voice.

Lowes put down his pen, climbed onto the bed sullenly, covered himself under the covers, and turned his back to Rogers.

Rogers sighed, "Do you want a story?"

After a while, Ess's voice came out muffled. He only stretched out his arms and fumbled by the cabinet. He found the e-book, slipped it into the quilt, and when he took it out again, he had already set the number of pages and automatic turning page time.

Rogers 'sat' in the chair specially assigned to him, "Once upon a time..."

Erce is a genius, but loves all things kids love.Origami, crayons, fairy tales.

He likes everything, tirelessly.On the contrary, he was not interested in the things he was good at, and even a little repulsed.

Maybe the kid just likes to challenge himself.For ordinary people, the most ordinary and simple things are things that he doesn't know and is not good at.

Rogers read the fairy tale slowly, until the person under the quilt poked his head out to look at him, and said softly, "Good night."

Rogers looked down at him, as if his heart was in warm water.

It's such a good day.

Waking up the next day, Lowes started his calculation career again, and it was like this for the next three days.

Rogers suspected he might be building rockets.But he didn't understand why he was counting, so he would hold the notebook and run to the pile of still lifes to make gestures.

On weekends, Tony ran out from school to look for him.Brought him a giant stuffed dog.

Rogers groaned.But after hearing Tony's explanation, he wanted to stuff the dog back.

"What's wrong with me when I'm 17?" Tony was upset, "Why do you think I'm younger than her 17 at 25? Why don't you want to have a room with me?"

Rogers covered Lowes' ears, "Earth, don't remember."

Lowes distracted a little from his calculations. "You haven't had your seventeenth birthday yet."

Tony slapped his head down, "Don't interfere with the adults' business, children."

"What do you count?" Seeing Lowes calculating, he got excited and rubbed his hands, "Will my brother give you a computer? It's so hard for you to calculate like this."

Lowes shook his head. "I'm drawing. No computer."

Rogers was taken aback.Tony snorted, rubbed his eyes, and looked at his straw paper again, "Drawing? What did you draw?"

"Line." Lowes lowered his head.

"Huh?" Tony asked with a head full of question marks.

Lowes glanced at the dog and hummed, "Brother."

Tony snorted, and he was happy when Lowes called his brother.

"You install a mechanical skeleton in the dog and let him move." Lowes had no doubt that he could do it.

Tony hummed.

"Can you speak and record it?" Lowes asked.

Tony snorted, "Go ahead."

"It would be great if we could ask and answer one by one." Lowes had no choice but to continue.

Tony hugged his head and kissed him hard, and ran out with the tall dog, "Brother will give you a big gift if you catch him!"

Lowes wiped the drool off his face in disgust, pursing his mouth.

Rogers was more concerned about another question, "You said... are you painting?"

Lowes still felt that his face was not clean, so he climbed down from the stool to get a wet wipe, "Well. Ordinary painting methods don't suit me. I have to find my own way."

Rogers looked at a pile of function formulas on his scrap paper, and then at him.

The calculation ended in the afternoon of that day.

Lowes finally started to draw, to draw the grid.

Rogers watched him slowly draw the line millimeter by millimeter, "Erth, what the hell are you doing?"

"Drawing." Lowes replied calmly.

Rogers shut up.

Lowes finally filled the entire canvas with tiny grids, which looked like prints from a distance.

Rogers hesitated to speak several times.Lowes looked at his own work and frowned.

Rogers was skeptical, and tried to praise without thinking, "Well, it's painted...very well, well-behaved."

Lowes said, "Let's print directly next time."

Rogers...he knew it wasn't a painting! !

Lowes took out his small notebook again and spread it aside.Grab a ruler and a pen and start… little by little.

"This is..." Rogers tentatively.

"Reference System."

"what?"

"Need I explain?" Lowes tilted his head.

Rogers... "No need." This word is both familiar and unfamiliar, as if I have heard it in a very distant place.

Lowes clicked a few points on the canvas in the same way, and Rogers had given up thinking.

At some point, Lowes dropped his HB and picked up his own 2B.Rogers wondered if he was going to calculate or what, and then he started to make the base map.

Rogers was stunned for a full minute, watching him draw a rounded arc on the paper with ease, followed by clean lines that should be warped and folded.

It was done in one stroke, without the slightest pause.

He maintained a sluggish look the whole time as he watched Lowes climb up to the stool and draw various lines steadily with his hands.

"You...how, what...why?" Rogers stuttered as he looked at the fully formed line draft.

Lowes shook his sore hand, "It's just a functional line."

Rogers...what the hell are you talking about!Is this how the painting is done?And, why does this thing still look good? ? ?

Lowes hummed and frowned his little eyebrows again.

Rogers' heart skipped a beat.

"Hand hurts." Lowes said calmly.

Rogers groaned, "Are your hands sore? Let's stop painting after taking it. We will paint tomorrow."

"Hmm." Lowes turned to look at him.

Rogers looked back,? ?

Lowes was still looking at him.

Rogers covered his face, then put down his hands, "Erth, it's super amazing! The drawing is super good! I've never seen anything better than yours!"

All are real facts.

Lowes grunted, put his hands back, and walked out slowly.

Rogers finished his compliment, looked back at the horizontal and vertical, rounded line draft on the canvas, smiled, and rubbed his forehead.

He couldn't imagine the consequences of using Erth's concentration in other places.He might actually be able to build a rocket.

Rogers was silent for a moment, looking at the canvas.

Sure enough, it would be best to let him study science.This brain is full of IQ!

Can he change the world?

Rogers fell into an unprecedented tangle.This distress is as painful as deciding whether the child should be Leonardo da Vinci or Archimedes.

too difficult.

Oh, and recently Rogers' history has been supplemented by a renaissance.

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