Chapter 4 Dongpo’s Beloved (More updates for Bai Yin Meng @ Liuxia Hui!)

"Ah Xin, why are you blowing in the wind alone on the rooftop?"

Zongji took two bottles of opened beer and walked up to the rooftop on the fifth floor.

Take one of the bottles and give it to Meng Xinzhi.

"Probably waiting for dad to come and have a drink with me."

Meng Xinzhi took the beer with a smile, touched the neck of the bottle with Zong Ji, and drank half of the bottle in one gulp.

That calm expression was as if Zong Ji handed her a bottle of mineral water in a glass bottle.

"Have you not drank water all night? You are so thirsty." Zong Ji followed and took a big sip not to be outdone.

"It's true that I didn't drink." Meng Xinzhi took another sip before putting down the bottle, and told Zong Ji the reason with a little helplessness, "I just spent the whole night talking about "Mona Lisa" with my sister.

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"Mona Lisa?" Zongji helped Meng Xinzhi tidy up the ends of her hair that had been messed up by the wind, "Could you be dragging Ayi to watch "The Da Vinci Code" together, right?"

"My sister dragged me to watch it. I won't bear the blame!"

Meng Xinzhi finished the beer in her hand and shook the empty bottle towards Zong Ji, with a hint of demonstration in her eyes.

"How come it has reached the level of taking the blame?"

Zongji raised his head and drank the beer in his hand in one gulp.

He is not thirsty at all.

Facing my daughter's intentional or unintentional demonstrations, I still couldn't help but just laugh it off.

Other things can make my daughter better than her predecessors. Drinking is not necessary.

Time is really magical sometimes.

Zong Ji couldn't help but remember that when Meng Xin was a child, he could lie down on the sofa and sleep for six full hours after eating a bowl of sand noodle soup with cooking wine.

Now, bring her a bottle of beer and let her chat, as if you are performing a bottle blowing show.

If what he had just brought was a bottle of red wine, would it have almost bottomed out by now?

Zongji didn't think there was anything wrong with training his daughter to drink.

Girls are more likely to suffer losses if they don't know how to drink.

In fact, Meng Xinzhi only has a lot of alcohol at home, but outside he is a standard teetotaler.

It's amazing that no one even persuaded her to drink.

Meng Xinzhi looks different, with a temperament that seems to be insulated from alcohol.

She should live in Gu Kaizhi's paintings rather than in the 21st century 1,600 years later.

"My sister was halfway through reading it and asked me if there was really a code in Leonardo da Vinci's paintings. It took me a long time to explain. I almost thought that I couldn't explain it clearly and that my mother would chase me thousands of miles away."

Meng Xinzhi touched her heart, like the Xi Shi who was imitated by Dong Shi.

"Isn't that good? If your mother wants to pursue you thousands of miles away, I will take her to see you. She will be responsible for the pursuit, and I will be responsible for protecting you. We, father and daughter, can find someone who can avoid your mother's sight.

A place to drink and chat.”

Zong Ji planned the itinerary in one go.

Meng Xinzhi pursed her lips and nodded to Zong Ji with a half-smile.

A sound similar to approval came from his nose.

"What's your expression?" Zongji started to feel guilty for no reason.

"After thinking about it, I expressed disbelief in the feasibility." Meng Xinzhi replied.

"Don't believe it?" Zong Ji pretended to be angry and said with a serious face, "Do we not even have this little trust between father and daughter now?"

"That must not be the case. If my mother wanted to hunt me down, you would definitely be her number one killer." Meng Xinzhi knew Zongji's family status well.

"I am building the plank road openly, okay? I have to make your mother think that she and I are from the same country in order to seek more benefits for A Xin, right?" Zong Ji found a reason for himself.

"What about?" Meng Xinzhi did not send him up the stairs.

"For example..." Zong Ji quickly searched the memory bank, "You wanted to study abroad after graduation, but your mother firmly disagreed. In the end, it wasn't me who helped you do it?"

"It really sounds like that." Meng Xinzhi responded without any sincerity.

"What does it mean to be true? It is also true!"

"Obviously I got the scholarship myself and everything is ready. My mother knows it's useless for her to object."

"Whether it is useful to oppose or not is two different things." Zongji emphasized again, "How can you eliminate dad's role in this?"

"I don't even want to expose you, my father."

Meng Xinzhi put on a calm attitude.

This attitude made Zongji, a father, feel uncomfortable all over.

"I'm just waiting for you to expose it!" Zong Ji said.

"Okay, since Comrade Lao Zong wants to get a hammer so much, let me get a hammer for you." Meng Xin could guess, "Did you tell my mother that if I continue to stay, I will give my sister to you?"

The best way is not to let the two of us spend the whole day together."

"Uh... this..." After being speechless for a second, Zongji began to argue, "Heroes don't ask about the source, just the purpose... Don't care what I said, just tell me if your mother doesn't object anymore?"

Such a father looks as if he has never grown up.

It can even be described as cute.

Meng Xinzhi touched the empty wine bottle with Zong Ji and said, "Okay, mark your merits with our old comrade Zong."

"How can the celebration wine be an empty bottle?" Zong Ji hid behind him, reached out to take the empty bottle in Meng Xinzhi's hand, and raised his eyebrows, "Wait, daddy will bring up two more bottles of beer."

Meng Xinzhi has no objection.

Take advantage of this gap to look up at the night sky.

The moon is very round today.

Hanging alone in the sky.

Fortunately, the moonlight is warm orange.

When blended together, there isn't too much of the coldness of being in a high place.

Mengxin suddenly thought, when did the moon start hanging in the sky?

[When will the bright moon come], it is asking about a certain day and a certain season.

Or is it exploring the origin of the moon on a deeper level?

After almost ten minutes, Zongji brought two bottles of puree.

No wonder Meng Xinzhi has time to think so much.

Zong Ji handed one of the bottles to Meng Xinzhi: "Did A Xin dream of singing with Mrs. Lisa again, and then wanted to watch "The Da Vinci Code" again?"

"It's really not what I wanted to watch!" Meng Xinzhi took the beer and said helplessly, "My sister is not asleep yet? She said I took her to watch it?"

Meng Xinzhi knew in her heart that if nothing happened when her father just came downstairs, he would not have taken so long to hold two bottles of beer, nor would he have brought the topic back as soon as he came up.

"No." Zongji explained to his younger daughter, "Ayi also said that she wanted to see it herself, and she is excitedly talking to your mother."

"My mother doesn't believe it at all, right?" Meng Xinzhi suddenly realized.

"Yeah. Your mother really doesn't believe it." Zongji did not deny it.

Meng Xinzhi shook her head, looking helpless: "My mother is probably crazy."

"You two are each other." Zong Ji raised the bottle and touched Meng Xinzhi, "Your mother just used the same word to describe you."

"Really? My mother also said that I am crazy?" Although Meng Xinzhi was surprised, she did not refute, "That's right. If someone in our family is really crazy, my crazy index must be higher than that of my mother."

"Have you really not dreamed about the Mona Lisa recently? Didn't you discuss it with Mrs. Lisa in the dream?" A certain comrade's position was not firm at all. It seemed that he had been ordered to come here to "account for responsibility."

Although the question was asked more politely.

"No." Meng Xin said firmly.

"So, has Ah Xin dreamed of anyone recently?"

Zongji's biggest problem is his unconditional trust in two women - his wife and his eldest daughter.

And the opinions of these two women are often opposite.

He is caught in the middle, both sweet and torn.

"Yes." Meng Xinzhi did not hide it, "I dreamed of Wang Runzhi when I was doing my graduation internship project."

"Wang Runzhi?" Zongji didn't respond immediately, "A historical figure?"

"Yeah. You should be quite familiar with it."

"No way, Dad can't dream of sitting with historical figures singing, dancing, and talking about everything." Zongji waved his hands repeatedly.
To be continued...