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

Zong Yi didn't mind being ignored at all.

She revered all forms of classical art.

From pottery to the xun.

From the erhu to the guqin.

As long as the creepy uncle was willing to play, it didn't matter if it was for his sister, for his father, or for the air.

She just wanted to listen.

Before Meng Xin Zhi could refuse, Zong Yi preempted her with a "chant," "Sister, sister, sis, I have a question."

"What is it?" Meng Xin Zhi shifted her attention to Zong Yi immediately.

This habit of singing her phrases in the five notes of the pentatonic scale had become a conditioned reflex for Meng Xin Zhi over the years.

"Can Brother Guangyi play the erhu while you dance, sister?"

Zong Yi blinked her beautiful big eyes, flashing vibrantly and looking very pretty.

Her pupils shone, full of shining light.

This was the signature gaze attack coming from Zong Yi.

Meng Xin Zhi usually couldn't refuse, but this time was an exception.

"Not possible, the playground on the first floor has now become Sister Nuo's café, and you picked the story yourself. In the future, we will dance on the Rooftop or in the fifth-floor practice room," Meng Xin Zhi said.

"But, but my sister, just now Guangyi told me that they haven't opened for business today," she insisted.

What she meant was, Aurora Intention Studio could still be their private amusement park for one last day.

"No more 'buts,'" Meng Xin Zhi said with a smile as she patted her head, coaxing gently, "Things that we'll have to get used to eventually, why can't Xiaoyi start a day early?"

"But... uh... no, no, no."

Zong Yi remembered that Meng Xin Zhi just told her not to say 'but.'

Zong Yi always listened to her sister. Mid-sentence, she forcefully changed her plea, "Ayi wants to see sister dance the 'Wild Bee Dance.'"

Zong Yi had seriously considered it, and with her level of dance, she indeed could not sustain a piece like "Wild Bee Dance."

Especially not the erhu version produced by Nie Guangyi, bursting with the momentum of a thousand galloping horses.

"Not possible, the rhythm of this music is too fast, it's only suitable for the fluttering of bees, not for the human dance," Meng Xin Zhi explained as she touched Zong Yi's head again, gently imparting a lesson, "It's not that whenever you want to listen, the brother who plays is willing to play it again, is it?"

The two sisters bantered back and forth.

It was very harmonious, very pleasing to the eye.

Everyone watched, silently.

With so many people present,

It was indeed a bit strange.

Meng Xin Zhi had that kind of distinct temperament.

When she spoke, it made people reluctant to interrupt.

Except for Zong Yi, the little girl with the verbal tic.

Of course, another exception was their mother, Meng Lan.

Right now, there were only six people present.

Meng Lan, who should have been there, had vanished without a trace.

She had come down in her pajamas,

Planning to hurry upstairs and change before everyone focused too much on attire.

The other four in the studio remained silent, but they were all listening intently.

Suddenly mentioned, [the brother who plays] quickly stated his position.

"I'm willing. Do you want to hear 'Wild Bee Dance' again? Or something else? As long as I know it and you want to hear it, I can try to play," Nie Guangyi stated.

Allergic to classics?

Hah. Nonexistent.

At least for now, in this moment, in this place, Nie Guangyi couldn't feel any allergens at all.

Meng Xin Zhi nodded her head, feeling a little guilty, "Sorry to trouble you for my little sister."

Listening to Meng Xin Zhi speak was a delightful experience, engaging and melodious.

Like her temperament, there was no way to sense her capacity for liquor...

Of course, that wasn't the point.

The point was, be it her temperament or her voice,

Strangers could never imagine what Meng Xin Zhi was like when she was with her father, Zong Ji, posing as his little girl.

Nie Guangyi was swayed by that voice.

Just by the voice, though.

He had absolutely no ideas about Meng Xin Zhi herself, because his mind was completely preoccupied with the phrase "she should be observed from afar and not be profaned."

This person, she was meant to be a deity, not a mere human.

Humans and deities aren't meant to mingle.

Those who don't believe can just read Cao Zhi's "Rhapsody on the Goddess Luo" and understand what unattainable love is.

Oops, my mistake. In the case of Young Master Guangyi, if there's no love, there's no need to possess.

Nie Guangyi didn't know what mess of thoughts were running through his head.

If he disliked classics so much, why would he let people make requests?

—In such a café where one could both raise geese and release pigeons.

Nie Guangyi was puzzled yet still straightened up his attitude.