Chapter 163 Come forward

"I can't describe it specifically. It's mainly a feeling." When Meng Xinzhi saw Zong Ji, he hurried over, held his arms directly, and said with a smile: "Dad, please help me explain.

It’s my first time to come to Liaobo, but my father brought me here.”

"Then Ah Xin, do you remember what exhibition you saw the first time you came here?"

"What we were watching at that time was probably a joint exhibition of ancient calligraphy, painting and tapestry embroidery, right?"

"Ah Xin has a really good memory."

"I actually forgot about it. I was still so young at that time, because my father would sometimes reminisce about the past, and slowly I was able to piece together the memories of my childhood."

"Well, the special exhibition we saw that time displayed a total of 41 pieces/groups of calligraphy works, in chronological order, starting from the pre-Qin Dynasty and ending with calligraphy works from the Qing Dynasty. It showed the trajectory of changes in ancient Chinese calligraphy. Many of them

The authentic works are all unique in the world, and Liaoning Museum’s collection in this area is still very rich."

"Yes, Dad, I just discussed with Mr. Nie the only surviving authentic work of Wang Xizhi and two pieces of running script written by Ouyang Xun."

"Wang Xizhi and Ouyang Xun are not the only ones who have the highest number of authentic calligraphy works in Liaobo. We also saw many rare authentic calligraphy works last time. Do you still have any impressions of Ah Xin?"

"Let me think about it, had I just finished memorizing Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Lingding Ocean" at that time?"

"Yes, [I am scared on the beach and sigh alone in the ocean. Who has never died since ancient times? Leave your loyalty to history.] Were you not yet seven years old at that time?"

"So, I started memorizing it so early because I watched "Crossing the Lingding Ocean" at Liaoning University?"

"Ah Xin memorized the order in the wrong order. The Liaoning Museum does have Wen Tianxiang's original work, but it is not "Crossing the Lingding Ocean", but a cursive work "Preface to the Collection of Wooden Roosters"."

"Is that so? Then how do I remember what I said at that time."

"What words?"

"Dad, please wait for me to recall that scene. Am I saying, "Wow, this is written by Wen Tianxiang. This is the first time I have been so close to a historical figure in the textbook. It seems that I can see Wen Tianxiang writing a letter."

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"No, if it was Wen Tianxiang, why did you say writing letters? Should you say writing poems?"

"[Speaking of fear on the beach and sighing on the lonely ocean. Who has never died in life since ancient times? Leave a loyal heart to reflect the history.]" Meng Xinzhi thought for a while: "It seems that there is no mention of writing a letter, so why did I do this at that time?

"Reaction, am I remembering it wrong? Did I say this in a dream, not in reality?"

Zong Ji looked at his eldest daughter, "I remember correctly, you just got the name wrong. Just change Wen Tianxiang to Lu You, and it's not a textbook but an extracurricular book. You were just in elementary school at that time, in the first grade.

There is no poem as complicated as "Crossing the Lingding Ocean" in the textbook. Ah Xin tried to think about it in the direction of a letter home."

"Letter home?" Meng Xinyi had no idea at the moment, "Dad, please wait a moment, I'll think about it again."

"Okay, Ah Xin, think about it slowly. If you don't remember it, dad will remind you again."

"Lu You... family letters..." Meng Xinzhi tried hard to recall, "At that time, I first memorized Lu You's "Shi'er" [Wang Shibei fixed the Central Plains Day, and never forgot to tell Nai Weng during family sacrifices] and then went to the Liaoning Expo.

After seeing Lu You’s authentic running script "Self-written Poems", he said that paragraph at the end, right?"

"That's right! Did the scattered memories come together all at once?"

"Yes, Dad, now I feel like the scenes of my first visit to Liaobo when I was a child are all passing through my eyes scene by scene."

"Then it seems that dad didn't bring it in vain. Your mother also said that at such a young age, how could you remember it?"

"Dad is the best." Meng Xinzhi leaned against Zongji.

The relationship between father and daughter has always been extremely harmonious.

Such harmony, looking at it in Nie Tianqin's eyes, was nothing but abnormal.

If the elder brother Zong Guang likes Meng Xinzhi because he is not related by blood, then it would be such a waste of ethics because the father and daughter are not related by blood.

Is it really okay for a girl to be so old and still be obsessed with her father?

Has Guangyi stopped leaning on him like this since he was seven years old?

Lying like a bow, standing like a pine, and sitting like a bell are the crystallization of the wisdom of our ancestors. They are the rules of conduct that Guangyi has strictly followed since he was a child.

Why is it that a girl in her twenties can still rub herself against her father?

Nie Tianqin felt extremely sad, but he hadn't reacted yet.

Because his concept had just been challenged, he entered a state of panic, and even felt that the scene of Meng Xinzhi and Zongji getting along was a bit strange.

"What's wrong, Professor Nie, are you feeling uncomfortable in any way?" Nie Guangyi was unusually sensitive at this moment.

He would never admit that it was because he couldn't get into the conversation between Meng Xin and his daughter that he wanted to talk to his father first.

"No, no, I just took a plane this morning, and I'm still a little airsick now." Naturally, Nie Tianqin would not express his true thoughts.

"Professor Nie, airsickness is the same as fear of flying. It will be fine once you get off the plane."

Who doesn’t have a dad who can talk about anything?

Nie Guangyi has regained some sense of existence.

"Datou, you haven't fainted on the plane. How do you know you'll be fine after getting off the plane?" Nie Tianqin winked at Nie Guangyi, hoping that he could stand next to Meng Xinzhi and not let the father and daughter stay like this.

Keep chatting.

"Why are you calling me Big Head again?" Nie Guangyi became so angry that he let himself go: "I haven't fainted in airplanes, haven't I been afraid of flying? If you don't believe me, ask a girl, you will know that I can do anything if I am afraid of flying.

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Nie Guangyi didn't receive Nie Tianqin's look at all.

However, Nie Tianqin expressed satisfaction with his son's change of subject. He took over the topic thrown by his son very smoothly: "Miss Xiaomeng, what has this guy in Guangyi done?"

Meng Xinzhi was chatting happily with her father, but she never thought that Nie Guangyi would bring the topic to her at such a time, and it was still such an embarrassing memory.

Even if he himself is not embarrassed by what an adult crybaby does after fearing flying, Meng Xinzhi will feel embarrassed for him.

Because she was too embarrassed and didn't know how to organize her words, Meng Xinzhi put down the hand holding her father's hand.

Nie Tianqin gave his son a thumbs up in his heart.

The son's love must be defended by the son himself.

Meng Xinzhi thought about it for a moment, and responded as hard as ever: "Mr. Nie read a letter and the plane almost turned back."

"Datou! You wouldn't lie and say that there was a threatening letter on the plane, right? This is not allowed. This is illegal."

"My biological father, I cried on the plane after reading the letter you wrote to me. If the girl hadn't come forward and said that it was because she broke up with me that I cried, I might have been charged with obstructing the flight.

The security officer asked me to get off the plane."
Chapter completed!