Chapter 11 The Truth Comes Out (Extra updates 9 and 10 for Golden Meng, the number one ink fan)_4

Just like that, he had become a generation older than Xuan Shi.

Xuan Shi didn't understand Nie Guangyi's psychological process and without a word, stood by his brother's side, "He always keeps his word."

"Alright, if Brother Shi says so, I trust him," Zong Yi echoed.

Nie Guangyi was displeased, "Why? We are all meeting for the first time, and you trust him over me?"

"It's because of a girl's sixth sense," Zong Yi said proudly, wiggling her right index finger in front of her own eyes, "That's something Uncle Guangyi definitely doesn't have, right?"

"Ayi shouldn't be so rude," Zong Ji pulled Zong Yi's right hand down.

"Huh? Where was I rude?" Zong Yi withdrew her hand and, feeling wronged, presented it in front of Zong Ji, saying, "I was clearly holding up my index finger."

Zong Yi obviously had a misunderstanding, so Zong Ji had to explain, "It's impolite to call someone brother at one moment and uncle at the next."

Zong Yi disagreed, "Dad, that's nonsense. I am showing respect for the elderly, how is that rude?"

Nie Guangyi was puzzled by his simple question that he had asked several times, wondering why no one had answered.

Could it be... guilt?

Nie Guangyi looked around, trying to find some sort of evidence.

Upon seeing this, Zong Ji asked with a smile, "Do you find this place very special?"

"Yes, how did Brother Zong Ji think of combining fishing with selling coffee?"

Nie Guangyi was one of the few geniuses with pretty good integrative abilities.

Although he had many criticisms and things he disapproved of.

Mostly, he wouldn't speak them out loud.

Unless he was with Xuan Shi, without any concerns.

"This area on the first floor, I originally designed as a Song Dynasty tavern, not a coffee shop, so it's certainly normal if you find it weird looking," Zong Ji said.

Once Zong Ji said that, Nie Guangyi knew he wasn't being dismissive.

His first impression from the outside was that it indeed looked like a retrofitted Song Dynasty tavern.

But surely, people from the Song Dynasty wouldn't have such wild ideas, would they?

Nie Guangyi timely expressed his doubt, "People from the Song Dynasty wouldn't drink and fish at the same time, would they?"

Zong Ji didn't beat around the bush, revealing the truth, "I'm not exactly sure how people from the Song Dynasty drank, but the scene of fishing while drinking was described to me in a dream by my eldest daughter."

"A dream?" Nie Guangyi was surprised.

"Yes. Including your recent question, why the Aurora Intention Studio was built this way, it's because my eldest daughter had a dream about this building."

"From a dream?" Nie Guangyi found this hard to accept, "When did she dream it?"

Just any dream matching his genius design seemed too terrifying to be reality.

"When was it...?" Zong Ji pondered, "It's been about fifteen or sixteen years."

Alright, fifteen or sixteen.

That was even longer ago than the eleven years when he was utterly defeated by a naming challenge.

"All this from a dream?" Nie Guangyi made a gesture encompassing the entire building.

"I'm really not sure about that," Zong Yi replied, "But I think so."

"Think?" Zong Yi felt that word didn't seem fitting for such a serious occasion.

"Because Axin dreamed of this building quite early on, initially she couldn't even describe it herself," Zong Ji said as he stood up and took out a pile of old A4 papers from a storage space behind the tavern.

Zong Ji came over, rifling through several packs of categorized papers, and said to Nie Guangyi, "Let me show you the evolution history of the building Axin drew from her dreams."

Zong Ji handed Nie Guangyi a stack of papers, "Take a look at this, this is the last time Axin drew the house from her dreams. That was about five years ago from now, and by that time, Axin was already good at painting; she had all the details down."

Zong Ji flipped through other documents, ready to contrast the earlier "impressionist" drawings of Meng Xin Zhi with this last realistic one.

Nie Guangyi's phone rang at that moment.

He dismissed the call twice, but it kept coming back.

Nie Guangyi answered the phone and said succinctly, "What's up? I'm busy."

Everyone was gathered around a small table at the time, quite close to each other.

They could almost hear the conversation between Nie Guangyi and the person on the other end of the phone.

"Where are you? You better head back to your hometown right away."

A man's voice carried through the phone.