Chapter 242 The Son's "Special Talent"

Chapter 242 The Son's "Special Talent"

Following the "mischievous little devil" Pei Niannian, the Regent's Palace has welcomed another young prince.

The name was chosen as Pei An.

It means a lifetime of peace and tranquility, free from disaster and pain.

As Pei An grew up, Pei Yunjing and Tang Li noticed that this child... was a little too quiet.

In this chaotic royal palace, teeming with sentient beings, Pei An was like an outcast.

He doesn't like to talk, doesn't like to laugh, and doesn't even like to move.

His favorite thing to do is to find a secluded, dark closet, lock himself inside, and hide there for half a day.

"Is my younger brother mentally challenged?"

Five-year-old Pei Niannian rode on Da Bai's back, chewing on a candied hawthorn, looking worriedly at her younger brother hiding under the table.

"I even had the parrot sing him a song, but he still covered his ears and cried. He's so hard to please!"

Tang Li sighed, picked up her daughter and took her away, telling Da Bai to stay away as well.

She walked to the table and lifted the tablecloth.

Two-year-old Pei An was curled up in a ball, his chubby little hands tightly covering his ears, his face pale, and his big eyes filled with tears. He looked extremely pitiful.

Pei Yunjing stood aside, looking at his son, a deep pain and understanding flashing in his deep phoenix eyes.

He walked over, squatted down, and waved everyone away.

"Get out, everyone," he said softly.

The room fell silent. Pei Yunjing reached out and gently pulled down his son's little hand that was covering his ears.

"An'an".

Pei Yunjing spoke in a low voice, as if afraid of disturbing Chen'er: "Is it...too noisy?"

Little Pei An looked at his father through teary eyes, nodded while sobbing, and cried out in a childish voice:

"It's noisy...the wind is noisy...the insects are noisy...my sister is noisy..."

"Headache……"

Pei Yunjing's heart clenched.

As expected, this child did not inherit his mother's talent for controlling beasts, but instead inherited his father's curse-like nature—

Five senses overload.

Although the symptoms seem milder than Pei Yunjing's back then, they are mainly concentrated in the hearing.

But for a two-year-old, this noisy world is still an inescapable execution ground.

...

On a winter night, snow was falling heavily.

On the highest roof of the Regent's Palace.

Pei Yunjing, dressed in a heavy black cloak, held little Pei An in his arms as the father and son sat quietly on the eaves.

It's high up here, far from the noise of the ground.

The heavy snow covered everything and absorbed all the noise in the world.

This was Pei Yunjing's favorite, and also his loneliest, refuge.

Now, he has shared this refuge with his son.

"An'an, listen."

Pei Yunjing lowered his head, resting his chin on his son's little head, which was wearing a tiger-head hat: "Is the world noisy these days?"

Little Pei An peeked half his head out from under the cloak and blinked his big eyes. He pricked up his ears and listened carefully for a while.

There were no barking dogs, and no loud voice from my sister.

"Don't make noise..."

The little guy sniffed, and his tense little body finally relaxed.

"What can you hear?" Pei Yunjing guided him.

Xiao Pei An closed her eyes, and after a while, whispered, "Shh...shh..."

"It's the sound of snowflakes... falling on the roof tiles."

"right."

Pei Yunjing held his son's small hand, pointed to the snowflakes dancing in the sky, and spoke in an incredibly gentle voice:

"That's your talent."

"You can hear sounds that others cannot. You can hear the sound of snow falling, the sound of flowers blooming, and even the direction of the wind."

He didn't tell his son it was an illness, nor did he say it was pain.

He didn't want his son to feel like a monster, like he did when he was a child.

“But…it’s really noisy usually.” Pei An pouted, feeling wronged.

That's because you don't know how to control it yet.

Pei Yunjing patiently instructed: "You need to learn to close the door in your ears halfway, like closing a door. Only listen to what you want to hear, and block out what you don't want to hear."

"Father, can you do it?"

“Not before.” Pei Yunjing smiled, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes: “But later, your father met your mother.”

"In this noisy world, she is the only one who is quiet."

Little Pei An nodded as if she understood, "Is Mother also An An's medicine?"

"No."

Pei Yunjing pinched his son's cheek, his tone carrying a hint of possessiveness: "She is Daddy's medicine. You are a man, you must learn to shoulder your own burdens."

"but……"

Seeing the disappointment in his son's eyes, he added:

“Until you learn to control it, Daddy can take you to the rooftop. It’s quiet here.”

This was probably the gentlest and most fatherly thing he had ever done in his life.

...

"Hey! How much longer are you two going to freeze up there?"

A clear, cheerful voice came from under the eaves.

Tang Li, dressed in a red cloak and carrying a warm yellow lantern, looked up with a smile at the two figures, one large and one small, on the rooftop.

Snowflakes landed on her eyebrows, turning into glistening water droplets.

In the eyes (and ears) of Pei Yunjing and Pei An.

With her arrival, that cold and silent world suddenly gained warmth and the most melodious sounds.

"Mother!"

Little Pei An's eyes lit up, and she was no longer afraid of heights. She struggled to get down from Pei Yun Jing's arms.

Pei Yunjing shook his head helplessly, picked up his son, and leaped down, landing steadily in front of Tang Li.

"Why did you come out? Aren't you cold?"

He reached out and pulled her cloak up for her.

"I've come to pick you up so we can go home for a late-night snack."

Tang Li smiled and reached out, hugging the two men who were exactly alike in personality and flaws.

She touched Xiao Pei An's cold face, then reached out and scratched Pei Yun Jing's chin, letting out a feigned sigh of distress:

"Why……"

"Looks like there will be two men in the house who need to be petted from now on."

"I'm so busy taking care of both the big one and the little one."

Pei Yunjing felt a warmth in his heart as he looked at her, her face full of happiness despite her complaints.

He lowered his head and, in front of his son, gave his incessantly chattering little mouth a light peck.

"yes."

"Thank you for your hard work, Your Highness."

Holding his son in one arm and his wife by the other, he walked through the snow under the warm glow of the yellow lantern toward their cozy and lively home.

No matter how noisy the world is, as long as she is there, all sounds become quiet and heavenly.