meaning of aurora

"Ah..." Zong Ji suddenly realized: "The first day Madam found out about this matter, she thought so far, it really makes my husband feel ashamed."

"What's the matter, you still want to hide this kind of thing from me, let me know the last one?"

"Impossible, ma'am, Zong Yi is the last one in the family to know." Zong Ji immediately expressed his attitude: "I told Madam respectfully, seriously, respectfully, respectfully, and wholeheartedly. That little girl Zong Yi , obviously eavesdropped on it."

Zongji's attitude towards his daughters was the same.

Comfort my wife first, and then slowly comfort my little padded jacket when I turn around.

On the surface, there must be an attitude towards his wife.

Behind the scenes, there is another stance towards the daughters.

"Father, I'm not talking about you. My brother looks at my sister with the look in his eyes. For a person like me who grew up in romance novels, he can tell tricks with just one glance? Is it still necessary to eavesdrop at my level?" Not to be outdone, Zong Yi fought back: "I don't care if Dad tells Mom or not, I must have known earlier than Dad."

"Really?" Meng Xinzhi helped to straighten Zong Yi's messy hair.

"My sister, when you pretend to be true, you can also pretend to be false, and if you do nothing, you can have something and you don't. Isn't this what you taught me?"

With Zong Yi adjusting the atmosphere, the scene couldn't be any more awkward.

At this time, Zong Guang must have something to say: "I'm back, I don't live with my mother, and I definitely don't need it in the future. And..."

Zong Guang had prepared for this question.

It's just that Menglan cut off his explanation before it even started.

"Ah Guang, you don't have to explain to me. You don't have to and, but. I always thought that you were leaving home because your father and I broke your promise. Since it's none of my business, it's something I won't care about." .”

Ms. Menglan went upstairs so gracefully.

Seeing Zong Yi stared blankly, he thought to himself: [My mother, why aren't you surprised? ! 】

I don't know if Ms. Menglan has the ability to read minds, but after taking two steps, she turned around and said, "Zong Yi, follow me upstairs."

"Ah... um... oh... why do you all involve the innocent me one by one? Shouldn't I be called Zong Yi and change my name to Zong Tool from now on."

"Zong Tool, come upstairs with me now, or practice running stairs later?"

"Deling, Ms. Menglan." Zong Yi directly saluted and followed.

It would be interesting to watch if Mom stayed and objected.

This way, there is almost no drama conflict.

Brothers and sisters, there is still time to torture them.

Even though he was very reluctant, Zong Yi habitually did not go against his mother's wishes.

She claims that she has accumulated extremely rich experience in fighting Ms. Menglan, but her body has already formed a conditioned reflex.

When Meng Lan left, Zong Ji asked Meng Xinzhi: "Shouldn't Dad also leave the scene now?"

"Why are you leaving? My brother and I have been talking about you just now."

"Talking about me? Are you two talking about me together?"

Zong Ji looked at Zong Guang: "I'm not talking about you, Ah Guang, your fighting power is a bit weak."

"Weak? I told my father all the great achievements of the year."

"Father's great achievements?" Zong Ji was a little surprised: "What?"

"Father, it's better not to ask."

"Why, dad can't listen to things about dad? If you two talk privately, I can provide you both with a private environment. "

Zong Guang remained silent under Zong Ji's gaze.

Seeing that Zong Guang didn't say anything, Zong Ji became even more curious.

"My son has been away for a long time, and I really don't have the same heart." Zong Ji turned to Meng Xinzhi: "Ah Xin, please talk to Dad."

"It's nothing, my brother just told me about your confidante, and is going to pull Dad from the altar in my heart."

"A confidante? Daddy doesn't have a confidante?" Zong Ji didn't mean to admit it at all, "With your mother, and you and Ah Yi, who are full and fine, still need a confidante?"

Zongji looked at his son with a smile again: "Ah Guang, you are slandering!"

Zong Guang smiled but said nothing.

Zong Ji was finally aroused by his son's curiosity. In the end, he must have asked Meng Xinzhi: "Ah Xin, tell Dad quickly, how did your brother slander me."

"Brother told me that you have a pen pal. It's from Peking University, a talented girl from the Department of Chinese." Meng Xinzhi couldn't help gossiping: "Are you good-looking? Talented girls usually don't look very good..."

"How did Ah Guang know about this?" Zong Ji was really surprised at the moment.

"Don't you say I slandered you now?"

"It's not a big deal at all. What is there to slander or not? You may find it strange to hear pen pals now. When Dad was growing up, almost everyone had pen pals when they were young. After growing up, with the development of the Internet, Slowly, there are netizens. Pen pals were not new at all in our time, and netizens like me and Lanmei are called fresh. Before you slander, you should first understand the background of the times, my son."

"Maybe." Zong Guang put away his joking thoughts, and said to Zong Ji seriously: "For Dad, this may not be worth mentioning. For Mom, this is the reason for your divorce."

"Did your mother tell you? You are so old, you can't believe everything your mother says?"

"It's not what my mother said." Zongguang responded, "I discovered it myself."

"You discovered it yourself? You are flying a plane, not a time shuttle."

"Mom still keeps all the letters that talented girl wrote to you. Although I can't see what you wrote to her, the ones she wrote to you can indeed be counted. They don't talk about love, every sentence It's all about love."

"Ah Guang, if you want to talk about this, then Dad doesn't care. After Lanmei and I got married, we were still communicating with this pen pal. Later, because I had too much chat with Ah Xin, I really didn't have time to write letters. Ask Lanmei to write it for me."

Meng Xinzhi answered at this time: "Dad asked Mom to help write it?"

"Yes, your mother also likes this pen pal very much. I have met this pen pal twice in total, and one of them was with your mother."

What Zong Ji said and what Zong Guang said were comparable.

In this matter, no one lied.

Zongji started to be surprised while talking: "Ah Guang, didn't your mother burn all those letters? She didn't do anything back then, she was chasing rumors every day. I was really exhausted every day."

"It's not fair to my mother for Dad to say that."

"Ah Guang thinks it's Dad's fault?" Zong Ji asked a little suspiciously: "Is there anything unusual about the correspondence between Dad and the pen pal? Seriously, I have forgotten what we both wrote."

"I saw that she wrote you a letter, and the name of the letter is "Zongji"."

"Name it after me? Let me think about it. Is it a very long letter filled with details?"

"Correct."

"Is that just a tidying up? It's a summary of some small details mentioned in the correspondence over the years. Dad made pen pals when he was in the first year of high school. The chat was all about studying. Later, in the college entrance examination, she took the Peking University exam. , Dad can only have a blue bird. What else can there be, don’t you think?”

"You didn't stop communicating because she went to college."

"Isn't this normal? I'm a person who has lost his reputation. I want to know what a university is like, especially a prestigious university like Peking University. As long as people don't dislike it, I will definitely ask here and there to make up for some of the failure to go to university. Pity."

"Did Dad never like this pen pal?" Zong Guang added: "After all, you ended up marrying a netizen."

"Ah Guang, what do you think? You probably didn't understand when you were a child, but now that you've grown up, and you stand as a man, do you think Dad liked it or not?"

"I really don't know that."

"Then dad asked in a different way. You and a girl started chatting from the first year of high school, and discussed what school and major to take in the future when you have time. The results of the college entrance examination are released, and they got into Peking University, but you didn’t get anything, so do you still think you are qualified to like it?”

"Father, you don't need qualifications to like someone. If you like someone, you like it. If you don't like it, you don't like it. It has nothing to do with whether you are admitted to a university or not, and what kind of university you are admitted to."

"Ah Guang, if you want me now, I must be thinking the same way. At that time, I had just completed my full year, and I didn't have anything to ask for, and the college entrance examination was so bad. It was tiring enough to think about how to survive. What would there be? Unreasonable thought?"

"But, my father, since you use unreasonable thoughts, it means you thought first."

Zong Yi's voice suddenly sounded at this time.

The three people present were a little surprised.

Meng Xinzhi asked Zong Yi: "A Yi, didn't you go upstairs with your mother?"

"My sister, who told you to talk about the Chinese Department of Peking University? Ah Yi will also be admitted to the Chinese Department of Peking University in the future. By the way, he will go to the Oscar to win the best screenplay. How can I miss such a wonderful plot? ?”

Zong Yi's voice was full of emotion, and his expression was a little exaggerated.

Mengxin smiled: "What's so exciting?"

"It has to be exciting. I originally just wanted to thank my brother for falling in love with my sister. I didn't expect to be able to pull out the pornographic news about my father. It's bloody profitable."

Zong Ji didn't want Zong Yi to participate in the discussion: "This is a topic for adults, it's too early for Ah Yi to participate in the discussion."

"I'm about to graduate from primary school, and I can't pass Children's Day. Why can't I participate? My dear father, don't underestimate the current elementary school students. Our ability to observe the world and analyze problems is not yours at all. These people who think they are very mature can compare."

"Okay, the big screenwriter of Zong will help analyze and analyze." Zong Ji completely gave up on himself.

"No problem. Let's listen to Zongda's screenwriter to tell you in detail." Zong Yi immediately got excited: "Let me think of a headline that will impress people at first glance-"Dad Is a Scum, Talented Girl Is a Scumbag" Tea"."

Zong Guang gave Zong Yi two thumbs up, and began to sigh with emotion: "My sister is really amazing, she can tell my brother's heartfelt words in just a few words, and she is so concise."

"Oh." Zong Yi put on an embarrassing posture: "Sometimes talent is something that doesn't need to be inherited... It's a pity that Dad can't get into Peking University, but I can still make up for it..."

Looking at Zong Yi's words and demeanor, Meng Xinzhi felt a little inconceivable.

She didn't even know when her sister became such an embarrassing person.

No matter how strange it looks, there is also an inexplicable familiarity.

I don't know who it looks like, after all, it's not anyone in the family.

If you don't understand things for a while, save them for later.

More important than figuring out this feeling is figuring out my brother's attitude: "Brother, don't you really think it's all dad's fault?"

"How is it possible? Of my two younger sisters, one is so good at dancing and the other is so good at screenwriting, even if my father is a bit of a scumbag, he is still a good father who is careless." Zong Guang did not answer this question directly.

He now thinks that you, Dad, were not completely innocent in the failure of the first marriage.

But Meng Xinzhi enshrined his father as a god, if he continued to express his views, it might backfire.

Not only did it not pull Dad down from the altar, but it also increased the resentment in vain.

It was right for Zong Guang to choose to rein in the precipice. Meng Xinzhi couldn't see anyone saying anything wrong about her father, even if the two people who said this were her brother and sister.

Meng Xinzhi handed a bottle of water to Zong Yi: "A Yi, did you tell your mother that you go downstairs and get a bottle of water and go up?"

"Ah... sister, how do you know? I'm not in the mood to make up stories when you're like this." Zong Yi died down instantly, "If I don't go upstairs again, my mother will punish me for running stairs again."

"Then why don't you go up soon?"

"No, it's my first time as a major screenwriter, how can I be so anticlimactic?" Zong Yi thoughtfully put forward his own suggestion: "My sister doesn't like my title, so I'll change it."

Before Meng Xinzhi could express his opinion, Zong Yi asked another person: "What do you think of "Da Lang's Revenge"?"

"Da Lang's Revenge?" Zong Guang asked Zong Yi: "What do you mean? Is Da Lang talking about me?"

"That's right. "The Revenge of Sotairo"."

"Okay, then brother, just listen to how I took revenge."

"The eldest son of the Zong family has had a wish since he was a child, wanting to dominate his father. However, his father was in a hurry, picked up an older daughter for a while, and gave birth to a younger daughter for a while. Especially the eldest daughter, it is really amazing, almost dominated him. All the love from his father. Zong Dalang was so sad that he didn't want to live, and he left his hometown in fear all day long. There is an alias called "I Monopolize Your Monopoly."