Chapter 2 Superpowers
Shalan looked at the middle-aged woman standing in her room and the young man standing next to her. According to her memory, Shalan knew that these two people were her father Luo'er's second wife Vanessa, and Shaman, the second son born to Luo'er and his second wife Vanessa.
Shallan's mother, who was also Luo'er's first wife, fell seriously ill after giving birth to Shallan and died within half a year. Half a year after Shallan's mother's death, Luo'er had a relationship with Vanessa and gave birth to Shaman when Shallan was two years old. However, it was not until five years old that Luo'er really married Vanessa into the family and made her his second wife.
As for her father's second wife and half-brother, Shalan just felt that they were both good to her and never went against his wishes. They even helped her escape punishment when her father was strict with her.
In Shalan's original memory, although he did not like the woman who took his mother's place, he did not really hate her. Sometimes he even felt that there was such a person who helped him escape his father's punishment.
As for her half-brother Sharman-Werman, he usually followed her lead and made many suggestions that really touched Sharan's heart, which made Sharan feel a little bit of real brotherhood towards him and she was not so repulsive to this half-brother.
All in all, in Shalan's eyes, this mother and son are very much in line with his wishes. Even in the eyes of the servants in the entire mansion, they are very gentle and more popular than his eldest son who usually has a bad temper. Even Luo Er is very satisfied with them. Since they treat Shalan very well, he also treats them very well.
However, in the eyes of Shalan now, who has all kinds of experience from his previous life and a good eye for people, many things that Vanessa and Shaman did in his memory seemed to allow him to escape the punishment of his father Rawl, but also made Shalan completely lose the possibility of being disciplined by Rawl, making him more and more difficult to discipline, and his personality developed in the direction of being withdrawn and weird.
The opinions and suggestions given by his half-brother Shaman pushed Shalan into an irreversible abyss. In Shalan's current view, if one had to describe their actions as protection and doting, it was more like they were destroying him completely with a seemingly kind face.
As for the reason why he was seriously injured this time, Shalan vaguely remembered that when he fell down the stairs, someone stepped on his shoes from behind, and his younger brother Shaman was following behind him at that time!
With her mind racing, Shalan looked at her stepmother Vanessa, hiding her suspicion and hostility in her heart, and with a smile on her face, she said, "Mother and Shaman are here. Sorry for worrying about me."
Shalan could see that when she said this, both Vanessa and Shaman's expressions became relaxed. It was obvious that they were worried about something before. As for the specific content of their worries, Shalan had to think about it.
"Shalan, are you feeling better?"
"I'm much better now. Thank you for your concern, mother."
Vanessa looked at Shalan. She looked Shalan up and down and said tentatively, "I always feel that Shalan seems to be gentler today than before, and her temper is much better."
He smiled slightly, his eyelids drooping slightly, blocking the sharpness in his eyes, and chuckled softly: "After all, I almost died, so I suddenly understand a lot of things."
"So that's how it is. That's a good thing... Oh, by the way, I brought you a basin of your favorite velvet snowflakes, which also means wishing the patient good health, so I put it in your room.
Shaman, go and put the flowers in your brother's room, on the nightstand next to his bed."
As he remembered, because his biological mother also liked it, Shalan also fell in love with the velvet snowflakes. The fragrance of this snowflake-like flower always made Shalan feel as if his mother was with him. So if it were the Shalan of the past, he would definitely accept this pot of velvet snowflakes without any defense against Vanessa and Shaman, mother and son. But things are different now. Shalan is no longer the same as before.
Of course, he still had to take the pot of velvet snowflakes. He wouldn't do anything that would make Vanessa and Shaman suspicious, at least not for now!
Seeing Shaman put the pot of flannel on the bedside table, Shalan nodded to him, said thank you, and then asked Vanessa and Shaman, mother and son, to leave her room on the pretext that she wanted to rest due to her injury.
After Vanessa and Shaman left the room, Shalan immediately came to the bedside table, squatted down and looked at the pot of velvet snowflakes on the bedside table. When he saw the pot of velvet snowflakes just now, he felt something was wrong. He always felt like there was something in the pot of velvet snowflakes staring at him.
Sure enough, as Shalan was searching inch by inch, she finally found a very thin piece of green paper the size of a fingernail stuck on the back of a leaf of one of the flowers in the pot of flannel. If you don't look very carefully, it would be impossible to find this fingernail-sized piece of paper!
Sitting at the desk, Shalan opened the drawer, took out a magnifying glass, and magnified the paper on the table.
On this fingernail-sized piece of paper, there were densely written words that Shalan had never seen before. These words were hieroglyphics, and all the words formed circles that were nested inside each other, making Shalan feel a little uncomfortable looking at these words.
She reached out and placed the green fingernail-sized piece of paper into the ashtray, then lit it with a match on the table. Looking at the burning paper, Shalan stood up and prepared to go back to bed to lie down for a while and rest.
But at this moment, Shalan suddenly discovered that the 327 unknown characters densely packed on the piece of paper that he had just glanced at for a while were actually firmly memorized in his mind without any forgetfulness. Moreover, Shalan had an epiphany that if he knew this kind of characters, then he could not only memorize them, but also fully understand and use the things composed of these characters!
"How is this going?"
Sitting at the desk again, Shalan took out a pen and a piece of paper, and quickly wrote the 327 unknown characters on the paper. The speed and proficiency of her writing seemed like a talent, firmly engraved in her soul.
