meaning of aurora

Chapter 4 Dongpo's True Love

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

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

Take one of the bottles to Meng Xinzhi.

"Probably waiting for Dad to come and find me a drink."

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.

With that calm expression, it was as if Zong Ji handed her a bottle of mineral water in a glass bottle.

"You didn't drink water all night? You're so thirsty." Zong Ji followed suit, not to be outdone.

"It's true that I didn't drink it." Meng Xinzhi took another sip before putting down the bottle, and explained the reason to Zong Ji helplessly, "One night, I was busy talking about "Mona Lisa" with my sister. "

"Mona Lisa?" Zong Ji helped Meng Xinzhi tidy up the hair that was blown by the wind, "Could you be pulling Ayi to watch "The Da Vinci Code" together?"

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

Meng Xinzhi drank the beer in her hand, shook the empty bottle at Zong Ji, and there was a hint of demonstration in her eyes.

"Why have they all risen to the point of taking the blame?"

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

He is not thirsty at all.

Faced with her daughter's intentional or unintentional demonstrations, she still had no choice but to just laugh it off.

Other things can make my daughter stand out from the blue, but drinking is unnecessary.

Time is really a bit magical sometimes.

Zong Ji couldn't help thinking of when Meng Xin was young, he would lie on the sofa and sleep soundly for six hours after eating a bowl of sand noodle soup with cooking wine.

It's fine now, bring her a bottle of beer up to chat, as if she is about to perform bottle blowing.

If what he just brought up was a bottle of red wine, wouldn't it be about to bottom out by now?

Zong Ji didn't think it was a problem to practice his daughter's capacity for alcohol.

Girls, it's easier to suffer if you don't know how to drink.

In fact, Meng Xinzhi can only drink a lot at home, and is a standard teetotaler when going outside.

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

Meng Xinzhi looks quite different, belonging to the kind of temperament that seems to be insulated from alcohol.

She should live in Gu Kaizhi's paintings, not in the 600st century 21 years later.

"My sister read it halfway, and asked me if there was really a code in Da Vinci's painting. It took me a long time to explain it. I almost thought that the explanation would not be clear, and I would be chased by my mother thousands of miles away."

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

"Isn't that very good? If your mother has the heart to chase thousands of miles away, I will take her to see you. She is in charge of hunting, and I am in charge of protection. Let's find someone who can avoid your mother's sight." A place to drink and chat."

Zongji planned the itinerary in no time.

Meng Xinzhi pursed her lips, and nodded to Zongji with a half-smile.

There was a sound that sounded like approval from his nose.

"What's your expression?" Zong Ji felt guilty for no reason.

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

"Don't believe it?" Zong Ji pretended to be angry, and said with a serious face, "There is not even such a little trust between us, father and daughter?"

"It must not be. If my mother wants to chase me down, you must be her number one killer." Meng Xinzhi knew Zongji's family status very well.

"I'm cultivating plank roads in the open, how about hiding in the dark? I have to make your mother think that she and I belong to the same country, so I can seek more benefits for Ah Xin, right?" Zong Ji found a reason for himself.

"For example?" Meng Xinzhi didn't send her up the steps.

"For example..." Zong Ji quickly searched the memory bank, "You want to study abroad after graduation, but your mother firmly disagrees, so I didn't make it for you in the end?"

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

"What is true image? The truth is the same!"

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

"Whether objection is useful or not is different from objection." Zong Ji emphasized again, "How can you obliterate the role of father in this?"

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

Meng Xinzhi put on a calm attitude.

This attitude makes Zongji, who is his father, feel uncomfortable all over.

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

"Okay, since Comrade Lao Zong wants to ask for a hammer so much, I will let you get a hammer." Meng Xin's guess can be guessed, "Did you tell my mother that if I continue to stay, I will give my sister to you?" It's biased. The best way is not to let the two of us get together all day."

"Uh... this..." After a second of speechlessness, Zongji began to force his words, "The hero doesn't ask the source, the reason is just useful...Don't worry about what I said, just say that your mother didn't object any more?"

Such a father looks like he hasn't grown up.

It can even be described as cute.

Meng Xinzhi touched Zong Ji with the empty wine bottle, and said, "Okay, give our comrade Zong a credit."

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

Meng Xinzhi has no objection.

Taking advantage of this gap, I looked up at the night sky.

The moon is very round today.

Hanging alone in the sky.

Fortunately, the moonlight is warm orange.

Harmonized together, there is not too much coldness of being too cold at a high place.

Meng Xinzhi suddenly thought, since when did the moon hang in the sky?

【When will the bright moon be there】, the question is about a certain day and a certain season.

Or are you exploring the origin of the moon at a deeper level?
After almost 10 minutes, Zong Ji brought up two bottles of puree.

No wonder Meng Xinzhi had time to think so much.

Zongji handed one of the bottles to Meng Xinzhi: "Did Ah Xin dream of singing with Mrs. Lisa again, so she wanted to read "The Da Vinci Code" again?"

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

Meng Xinzhi knew in her heart that if nothing happened when Dad came downstairs, he wouldn't have held two bottles of beer for so long, and he wouldn't have brought the topic back when he came up.

"No." Zong Ji helped the little daughter explain, "Ah Yi also said that she wanted to watch it herself, and she is now excitedly pulling your mother to talk about it."

"My mother doesn't believe it at all, does she?" Meng Xin understood.

"Yeah. Your mother really doesn't believe it." Zong Ji didn't deny it.

Meng Xinzhi shook her head, with a helpless expression on her face: "My mother is probably in a daze."

"You two are mutual." Zong Ji held up the bottle and touched Meng Xinzhi, "Your mother also used the same word to describe you just now."

"Really? My mother also said that I was bewildered?" Meng Xinzhi was surprised but did not refute, "That's right, if someone in our family is really bewildered, my bewilderment index must be higher than my mother's."

"Did you really not dream about the Mona Lisa recently? Didn't you discuss it with Mrs. Lisa in your dream?" A certain comrade's position was not firm at all, and it seemed that he was instructed by someone to "account for it."

Although the question is more tactful.

"No." Meng Xin said firmly.

"Then, has Xin dreamed of anyone recently?"

Zongji's biggest problem is unconditionally trusting 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 in a dilemma.

"Yes." Meng Xinzhi didn't hide anything, "I dreamed of Wang Runzhi when I was doing my graduation practice project."

"Wang Runzhi?" Zong Ji didn't realize it all at once, "A historical figure?"

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

"No way, Dad can't dream of sitting with historical figures, singing, dancing, and chatting." Zong Ji waved his hands repeatedly.

"In the dream, Wang Runzhi told me that she was the love of Su Shi's life." Meng Xinzhi reminded me a little.

"Wait a minute, the love of Su Dongpo's life?"

Zongji immediately thought of Su Shi's famous poem "Jiangchengzi Yimao's dream on the [-]th night of the first lunar month".

"Ten years of life and death are boundless, don't think about it, you will never forget it." Zong Ji paused, "I remember that this song "Jiangchengzi" was written by Su Dongpo to his wife Wang Fu. Have you dreamed about Wang Fu?"

Zongji's eyes were bright, obviously he was really interested in this topic.

"No, Su Shi has two wives, and Wang Runzhi is his stepmother. I dreamed of Wang Runzhi."

"I remembered. There is indeed such a number one person. Wang Runzhi is Wang Fu's cousin, right?"

"Yeah." Meng Xin said in harmony, "Dongpo Layman has three women in his life, all surnamed Wang, first wife Wang Fu, step-wife Wang Runzhi, and concubine Wang Wangyun."

"That's not necessarily the case." Zongji made a fool of himself.

"Where is it not necessarily?"

"The concubine of Layman Dongpo is named Chaoyun and Zixia. Su Dongpo took both the name and the character. She was bought as a maid at the beginning. In this case, it is really hard to say whether her surname is Wang. Do you think so?" Such a reason?"

Zongji likes to chat with Mengxinzhi about her dreams, especially those involving ancient Chinese historical figures.

Unlike Da Vinci, Mona Lisa and other topics.

He didn't know enough, and it was impossible for him to talk too deeply.

If it was replaced by the "very familiar" Su Dongpo, it would be different.

Regarding the topic of Su Dongpo's favorite woman throughout his life, Zongji still has something to say: "You, the love of your life, are quite new. Wang Runzhi is the most among the three women of Dongpo Layman. There is no sense of existence.”

Zongji explained why he said he had no impression of the name at first: "If you say that Dongpo Layman's favorite is Wang Fu or Wang Chaoyun, I can accept it. If you say it is Wang Runzhi, it may be difficult to find someone who is famous. people who resonate."

Meng Xinzhi was silent.

Dad's thoughts mostly represent the mainstream views.

Zongji became interested, and began to read while explaining Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" that has been passed down through the ages:
"Writing mourning in words, Su Shi is the first."

[Ten years of life and death are boundless, don't think about it, never forget it.Thousands of miles away, there is no place to talk about desolation.Even if you don't know each other when you meet, your face is covered with dust, and your temples are like frost. 】

"My wife, Wang Fu, passed away ten years ago, and she can still be remembered by Layman Dongpo. If this is not the love of my life, what is it?"

[Yelai Youmeng suddenly returns home, Xiaoxuan window, dressing up.Looking at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.It is expected that the place where the heart is broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. 】

"There are so many details of life, so many pasts, and this thousand lines of tears, if it is not the love of a lifetime, where does the heartbreak come from every year?

"If you choose one of Dongpo Layman's three women to be your true love, I will choose Wang Fu. No matter how bad it is, it will be Wang Chaoyun."

"Didn't someone say that "The First Sunshine and Later Rain on the Drinking Lake" is about the encounter between Su Dongpo and Wang Chaoyun?"

[It’s good to be sunny when the water is shining, and it’s strange to see the mountains empty and rainy.If you want to compare West Lake to West Lake, light makeup and heavy smear are always suitable. 】

"What a beautiful mood?"

"Wang Fu, who has lived and died for ten years, and Wang Chaoyun, who is always suitable with light makeup and heavy makeup, which one is not as famous as Wang Runzhi?"

After Zongji finished explaining, he didn't forget to add a sentence: "Wang Runzhi only left one infamy through the ages, right? She burned [-]% to [-]% of the poem manuscripts left by Lay Dongpo at home, right? This is I don’t understand the value of Su Shi’s words at all! You say that such a person is the love of Layman Dongpo’s life, and I’m the first one who disagrees with your father.”

……

rooftop.

moonlight.

Poetry is in the distance, words are in the ears.

Meng Xinzhi was quiet and did not interrupt Dad's analysis.

Dad's doubts are also dreamy.

Before she dreamed of drinking afternoon tea with Wang Runzhi, her views on the three women in Layman Dongpo's life were exactly the same as her father's.

Meng Xinzhi's graduation internship project is to plan an exhibition about Su Shi for the museum.

Layman Dongpo has done too many exhibitions.

She needs to find a new entry point.

In order to design this exhibition well, she first needs to understand Su Shi's life.

During the whole process of searching for information, she never paid special attention to Wang Runzhi.

Nor was he prepared to let Wang Runzhi occupy a particularly large proportion in Su Shi's life.

To be honest, Wang Runzhi really doesn't have much sense of existence in the information she can find.

In the hometown of Dongpo, there are many relics about Su Shi and his father Su Xun and younger brother Su Zhe.

The most famous is the Sansu Temple Museum.

The relics of Wang Fu can also be seen everywhere, and there is also a large cemetery.

To this day, there is almost no trace of Wang Runzhi's remains in Dongpo's hometown.

Not only did it leave no traces, but it also only occupies a very small proportion in Su Shi's masterpieces handed down from generation to generation.

Not even any one is "familiar".

It is completely incomparable to the writing about Wang Fu and Wang Chaoyun.

But Meng Xinzhi dreamed of Wang Runzhi.

In the dream, she invited Wang Runzhi to have a very fashionable afternoon tea with girlfriends in a very modern building.

I don't know if there is one in the name. After waking up from the dream, Meng Xinzhi found that she was persuaded by the "girlfriend" in the dream.

In the dream, Wang Runzhi was wearing clothes from the Song Dynasty and speaking a modern language.

It felt a bit like shopping with a young lady in Hanfu.

In the dream, Run's sister had very little to worry about.

She doesn't mind how future generations evaluate her, only the name of Su Shi's lifelong love can't be let go.

Meng Xinzhi asked Wang Runzhi a question.

It just happened to be the one that Zongji asked her about.

Not too polite, but direct enough.

Meng Xinzhi: "Run's elder sister, Wang Fu, who has lived and died for ten years, and Wang Chaoyun, who is always suitable with light makeup and heavy smear, which one is not as famous as you through the ages?"

Wang Runzhi: "Ten years of life and death are boundless... only a thousand lines of tears. Ten years after my cousin's death, I only had a dream, and only a thousand lines of tears in my dreams. What is this? I wrote a letter to Dongpo, and his tears It’s more than a thousand lines.”

Speaking of this, Wang Runzhi read to Meng Xinzhi a poem written by Su Dongpo-"Butterfly Love Flowers Sending Spring":
[After the rain, the spring looks clearer and more beautiful.Only from people, deep hatred is hard to wash away.There are three sides of water in front of Beigu Mountain.Bi Qiong wears a green snail bun. 】

[A paper from the village travels thousands of miles.Ask me what year, it's really a success.Baishou sends spring and fights for a drunk.The east wind blows through thousands of lines of tears. 】

Meng Xinzhi saw this song "Butterfly Love Flower" when he was collecting Su Shi's materials.

In her original concept, this poem is not so much written for Wang Runzhi as it is about Su Shi's own homesickness.

Because the dream was about a girlfriend, Meng Xinzhi had no scruples, and joked directly: "This poem doesn't even mention the name of Run Zhi's sister. How can you tell that it is written for my sister?"

"It's meaningless for my sister to say that." Wang Runzhi retorted, "The so-called eternal eulogy didn't mention my cousin's name, did it?"

"So, "Jiangchengzi Yimao's Dream of the [-]th Day of the First Month" is not about Wang Fu?" Meng Xinzhi didn't believe it at all.

"I don't mean that. Dongpo and his cousin must have had a time when they respected each other as guests and loved each other." Wang Runzhi gave his own answer: "But he wrote the song "Jiangchengzi" not so much because he missed his cousin. , it is better to say that I miss the high-spirited self when I was young."

"It's not so much...it's better to say it is." Meng Xinzhi laughed loudly, "I suspect that Run's sister is stealing my sentence patterns."

"Isn't it up to you what sentence patterns I use in your dreams?" Wang Runzhi squinted at Mengxin.

Meng Xinzhi scratched her head in embarrassment: "It seems to be the same."

"My cousin accompanied Dongpo through the 11 most wanton years of his life. How could he not miss it?" Wang Runzhi returned to the main story.

Although I am a little embarrassed not to stand in line with my best friend, Meng Xinzhi, who has studied cultural relics and museums for many years, is not so easily persuaded: "Is that so?"

Wang Runzhi responded with a smile: "I know my sister still doesn't believe it. If you think that writing a eulogy a few years after death represents the love of your life, what Dongpo wrote to me is actually more sincere, and it's not just thinking about it, but putting it into action. Just because the song "Jiangchengzi" is the most widely circulated in later generations, you can't think that it is the love of your life."

"Put it into action?" Meng Xinzhi asked, "What action?"

"My sister knows that my title is Tong'an Junjun, right?" Wang Runzhi asked Meng Xinzhi to confirm.

"Yes. I know." Meng Xinzhi nodded in response.

"That's all right. You don't have to wait ten years. In the third year after my death, Dongpo wrote me a song "Die Lian Hua·Tong An's Birthday Release Fish, Take the Golden Light Sutra to Save Fish". On that day, buy fish and release them, and pray for me.”

Wang Runzhi used the name of this poem to respond to Meng Xinzhi's initial "provocation": "Is this always about me?"

Meng Xinzhi didn't even know when he read this poem.

But in the dream, I can clearly recite every sentence in it:
[Usually the east wind breaks five.The willows are slightly yellow, with thousands of strands.Come to Xiuhu in good weather.Back then, Jiang Shang gave birth to a strange girl. 】

[Who will raise a cup of birthday cup.The three pearls, Wang Wendu on their knees, look at Yu Yu with all their might.God made mandala rain. 】

Indeed, as Wang Runzhi said, this poem is not only sincere, but also has concrete actions, [let the poor scales go] - let go of all the fish you bought.

A short poem started from Wang Runzhi's birth and finished her life.

It's not just a matter of simply recording the dream and getting it done.

Wang Runzhi: "Sister Xin, do you know why [a strange girl was born on the river back then]?"

Meng Xinzhi: "Huh? I don't know."

Wang Runzhi: "Because I was born in the rare first month of leap, that's how the word "run" in my name came about."

Another knowledge point that Mengxinzhi has never paid attention to in life.

After Meng Xinzhi woke up, she went to find out how rare the first lunar month was.

The closest leap year to the present in history is 1640, and the next one after that is 2262.

It has to be said that Meng Xinzhi was somewhat persuaded by the elder sister of Run in the dream.

Ten years of life and death is more popular now, but it does not mean that the yearning was stronger at that time.

However, since Su Dongpo's feelings for the first wife and the second wife have been missed for many years.

Then who is the true love? It's still not good to make a conclusion like this.

Thinking about this, Meng Xinzhi changed her perspective: "I still have a question. I don't know if asking will make sister Run unhappy."

There is a big difference between the Wang Runzhi in the dream and the Wang Runzhi who left only a few words in history.

So big that Mengxin felt that he could speak freely "no big or small".

"You can ask, and I'll tell you later, if I will be unhappy." Wang Runzhi's response was actually a bit playful.

Meng Xinzhi: "Then I will ask."

Wang Runzhi: "Well, I'll wait."

Meng Xinzhi: "At the time of the Wutai Poetry Case, it was impossible for Wang Fu and Wang Chaoyun to burn Dongpo's writings. It was his life. Therefore, we all say that Dongpo Among the three women of the Layman, you are the least talented and understand him the least. Do you agree with this statement, Sister Run?"

Another doubt that most people, including father Zongji, would have.

Wang Runzhi was not angry, but firmly objected: "Your future generations are all wrong, and only I understand him best."

Meng Xinzhi: "How can I see it?"

Wang Runzhi: "If life is gone, how can there be any later works handed down from generation to generation? If I hadn't burned his letters and letters at that time, he would have confessed to the Wutai Poetry Case at the age of 42. Under such circumstances, he died with hatred. Not to mention the later works handed down from generation to generation, even his previous poems may not be able to pass down many poems?"

Dream Heart: "This..."

Wang Runzhi: "You only say how much I burned, why don't you think about why there are still so many poems and letters handed down from Dongpo?"

Meng Xinzhi: "What my sister said seems to make sense..."

Wang Runzhi: "Is it? You always say that you can't find much about me in Dongpo's writings, and that I have no talent at all. Those are all untrue."

Meng Xinzhi: "Then what is the truth? Run's sister."

When Meng Xin is thirsty for knowledge, her mouth is the sweetest.

Even in the dream, it's the same temperament.

On this point, Zong Yi followed his sister.

Wang Runzhi: "The truth is, I burned all the poems and letters that could show my talent. Besides, I hope that he is just a simple and happy foodie than protecting him. text, I would rather cook for him.”

Meng Xinzhi: "But, even if you don't mention your cousin Wang Fu, Wang Chaoyun is a hurdle that you can't overcome. Light makeup and heavy makeup are always suitable. What a wonderful meeting."

Wang Runzhi: "Light makeup and heavy makeup are always suitable, and what you write is the scenery. Excessive interpretations are all false rumors passed down by your future generations."

Meng Xinzhi: "Okay, then I won't talk about the nature of these speculations. Dongpo Layman once wrote for Wang Chaoyun in his own handwriting [It's out of date, only Chaoyun can know me; playing old tunes alone, every time it rains, I miss you.] Even if other things are passed down by later generations and written by oneself, they can't be faked, right?"

Wang Runzhi: "You can't do it fakely. Chaoyun was bought into the mansion as a maid at the age of 12. From the age of 12 until she was [-] years old, I trained her personally. I was the one who asked Dongpo to accept her as a concubine when she was. You say Why does Dongpo say that only Chaoyun can recognize me? I even taught her to cook Dongpo meat!"

In the dream, Meng Xinzhi and Run's sister talked a lot.

In the beginning, Meng Xinzhi insisted on his position very much.

Until Wang Runzhi said to her: "Since you can find out the words that Dongpo wrote to Wang Chaoyun himself, you must also find the most important information in the "Worship for the Dead Wife Tong'an Jun Wen" written by him to me."

Meng Xinzhi asked: "What information?"

Wang Runzhi replied: "Dongpo's arrangements for his own affairs. He asked to be buried with me after death, [only the same cave, I still say this]. So what if there are more stories handed down from them? I was born in the same quilt as Dongpo. I am the only person who died in the same hole. Not my cousin Wang Fu nor my concubine Wang Wangyun."

Meng Xinzhi woke up at this time, and after waking up, she found that she was persuaded in the dream.

If you live in the same quilt and die in the same acupuncture point, and the person you want to be with for life after life is not the love of your life, then who else can be?

……

Meng Xinzhi was stunned for a while before responding to Shixing Dafa's father: "I study cultural relics, [someone said] such words cannot be accepted as evidence in my place. In the dream, Wang Runzhi and I Said, "Drinking Lake on the First Sunshine and Later Rain" has nothing to do with Wang Chaoyun."

Since [someone said] it was not accepted, Zong Ji began to present the facts: "Then she burned Su Dongpo's written letters [ten to seven or eight] are there always records in history?"

"First of all, Su Dongpo probably used exaggerated embellishments when reorganizing his poems because he felt sorry for him. Secondly, Wang Runzhi's actions saved Su Dongpo's life and allowed him to survive the Wutai poetry case."

Meng Xinzhi used the reason he got from the dream: "It should be handed down, someone has recorded it long ago. Without that burning, how could there be so many handed down works after the Wutai Poetry Case? Don't say that there are no more later ones, Most of what was written before that may have been lost.”

"That's true, if Layman Dongpo passed away so early..." Zong Ji was a little afraid to think about it: "Is this what Wang Runzhi told you in his dream?"

"Yes." Meng Xinzhi never hides her dreams from her father, it has been like this since she was a child.

"Our Xin's dream is much more reliable than [someone said]." Zongji sighed.

"Dad, are you sure you're not making fun of me?" Meng Xinzhi stared at Zong Ji.

"Of course!" Zong Ji touched Meng Xinzhi with the wine bottle again, took a big gulp of the puree, and then said, "Listening to what you said, I still remember a detail."

"What details?"

"Su Shi's younger brother, Su Zhe, wrote two sacrificial essays, "Wang's Essay on the Dead Sister-in-law", both of which were written about Wang Runzhi. This is a unique thing. It is also the treatment that Su Shi's royal family, Wang Fu, has never had."

Zong Ji himself made a small summary: "This can also explain from the side that Wang Runzhi is a different existence to Su Shi's family, isn't it?"

Meng Xinzhi has read these two sacrificial articles.

After finishing her dream of drinking afternoon tea with Wang Runzhi, she specially went to sort out the information about Wang Runzhi.

She did it on purpose, knowing that there are two "Words on Wang's Worship to the Dead Sister-in-law" which are normal.

Zong Ji also knew such details, which surprised Meng Xinzhi.

"Dad, you didn't know so much about historical figures before."

"Ah Xin also said that it was in the past, can the past be the same as the present?" Zong Ji looked proud.

"What's the difference?"

"In the past, Dad's liking for historical figures was enough to just take a quick look at the flowers, but now he has to match the dreams that Ah Xin may have at any time. If you don't know more about it, how can you have such a close relationship with Ah Xin like now? What about talking?"

With a father like this, what can a daughter ask for?
"Praise, Comrade Lao Zong really worked hard to have a common topic with me." Meng Xinzhi responded to Zong Ji.

"Then why not? Who told me to be your father?" Zong Ji was a little proud.

Meng Xinzhi suddenly became serious: "Won't Dad think I'm insane?"

"I must not feel it!"

"Father is the best." Meng Xinzhi put down the wine bottle, took Zong Ji's arm, and said with a sigh: "My mother has already given up on treating me."

"No." Zong Ji helped Meng Xinzhi tidy her hair again.

"Why not?" Meng Xinzhi curled her lips, "Look at my mother's expression of worrying about me leading my sister all day long."

"Every time you finish your dream, you will go to the classics immediately. You also chose to major in cultural relics and museums for your dreams. With such hard work, you don't believe everything in your dreams. I can't think of it, There is something wrong with such a heart, or it may lead people astray."

"It would be great if mom could think like you." Meng Xinzhi let out a long breath.

"What's the matter? Whatever your mother thinks, anyway, father will always be by your side." Zong Ji raised the wine bottle.

Meng Xinzhi also picked up her own, touched it lightly, and drank the rest in one gulp.

She shook the empty wine bottle, saw through and said, "Did you and my mother say the same thing?"

Zong Ji didn't deny it, took a step back, and pretended to be surprised: "How did Ah Xin know? Could it be that the private conversation between father and mother, Ah Xin can dream about it?"

"It's hard to say~ Who told me and my mother to be surnamed Meng? It's not surprising that a person surnamed Meng has any dream."

Say so.

Meng Xinzhi's dream is not deviant.

What can appear in her dreams are all works or historical figures that she has carefully studied in her life.

The only strange thing is that she can always become "big or small" girlfriends or year-end friends with the works of art she has just seen or the historical figures she is studying.

In a very modern language, chatting about ancient and modern Chinese and foreign topics.

And can always be enlightened in the dream.

Get rid of those puzzling details when she was researching.

Meng Xinzhi didn't know why.

I don't know when I started to have such a dream.

Her memory begins at the age of six.

That year, her father took her to the cinema to watch "The Da Vinci Code".

That was the first time she saw a movie and the first time she dreamed of a person in a work of art.

Maybe she had dreamed about it before, but she was too young to remember.

Or maybe, before she was six years old, she never had the opportunity to come into contact with works of art.

And no one would take her all the way to the Louvre just because she wanted to see a painting.

It's also about dreaming.

Mom thought she was deranged and couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality.

Dad thought she was full of imagination and began to cram in historical knowledge.

The sky is big and the earth is big, and Dad is the biggest.

All the best, dad is the best.

Meng Xin likes the father she chose for herself the most.

When I was six years old.

The first time she saw Zongji——

The first question to ask Zongji——

"Can you be my father?"

　Oh my god!
　　Can you believe that chapter Piao Piao has updated 8558 words?

　　The guaranteed update of 3000 words is removed.

　　The number of added words has reached an astonishing 5558! ! !

　　Do you know why there is such a heavyweight Jiagenggeng?

　　Because this Baiyinmeng comes from Piao Piao's idol.

　　If you think Piao Piao's idol is a lv5, then I suggest you Google him.

　　Only 24 minutes after publishing the book yesterday, I received a super chapter tweet from the idol.

　　Must be a return door↓↓↓
　　
　
(End of this chapter)