Chapter 5 No Cure from Medicine or Physicians (Additional Chapter 12 for Huang Jin Meng @ Top Fan of Ink)_2

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Quite domineering.

Even when Zong Yi was only five or six years old, Meng Lan would say some shockingly unconventional things in haste.

Like, "If you're capable, find your own husband, what are you doing clinging to mine?"

Zong Yi wasn't as thick-skinned as Meng Xin Zhi and couldn't quite accept "delayed gratification."

She couldn't accept why tiny she had to give way to such a big person as her mother.

And so, Little Ayi often ended up crying her eyes out.

Every now and then, she would run to Meng Xin Zhi for comfort, "Sister, sister, sister, I have a question."

"What is it?"

"Is it that our mom caught a forever never-growing-up disease?"

Zong Yi blinked rapidly, as if her eyes were brimming with tears, or like she was pretending to be filled with stars.

Meng Xin Zhi picked up little Zong Yi, tweaked her nose gently, and responded warmly, "Yes, the root of that disease is called love."

Zong Yi seemed to somewhat understand but also not: "Sister, this disease called love, can it be cured?"

Meng Xin Zhi stroked Zong Yi's head: "No, my sister, the disease our mom has, at our dad's, has long been incurable."

"Ah? That's too tragic for Ayi."

The little girl, holding back her tears, suddenly let them flow, looking pitiful as she sniffed and nestled into Meng Xin Zhi's shoulder sobbing, "It's not that when I grow up, mom won't have grown up, right?"

Meng Xin Zhi didn't mind using her shoulder as a tissue, she reached out and touched the back of Zong Yi's head, consoling her, "Don't cry, Ayi, it's not a bad thing. Only true love keeps people forever youthful."

Meng Xin Zhi herself didn't know where she got so much wisdom from.

Perhaps it was because ever since she was little, she had to accommodate her mom.

By accommodating over and over, she came to understand this truth.

Or maybe in her vaguest memories, her mom was a strong, mature, and capable person.

The little tyke sniffled and mumbled: "So when I grow up, wouldn't I have to take care of that totally spoiled woman who is my mother?"

"Ayi, when you grow up, you're supposed to take care of mom," Meng Xin Zhi attempted to give her the right guidance.

"I don't want to, even if I have to take care, I'll only take care of dad."

Just like Meng Xin Zhi, Zong Yi was also a daddy's girl.

"That's fine, Ayi takes care of dad, and dad will take care of mom."

"Then what about you, sister?" Zong Yi felt it was unfair no matter how she heard it.

Meng Xin Zhi chuckled as she rubbed Zong Yi's head, "Sister? Sister will take care of Little Ayi."

Zong Yi weighed this seriously, then shook her head, "Ayi doesn't want that, Ayi only needs dad. Sister, can you help take care of mom?"

Back then, Zong Yi was somewhat naive.

She was often troubled by the fact that her mother was too childish.

In Meng Xin Zhi's heart, it was all because when she was young, her dad was too good to her, causing her mom to be jealous to this extent.

So much so that it turned into undiscriminating, friendly fire.

This made Zong Yi, the "newcomer," an innocent victim.

Therefore, Meng Xin Zhi was particularly patient and attentive with this sister.

...

"If you knew how to educate Meng Xin Zhi, you wouldn't be following her shenanigans all day long,"

Meng Lan patted the railing of the Rooftop, letting her disdain overflow as she questioned Zong Ji: "Look at the kind of house you're building."

"Lan Lan Zi, this is the house in Axin's dreams, what's wrong with it?" Zong Ji hurriedly responded: "Wasn't it you who sent Axin to learn to paint? After studying for several years, she managed to bring down the house from her dreams, didn't she?"

Meng Xin Zhi would dream of different historic eras, characters from various art pieces.

From all times and places, weird and wonderful.

And then all sorts of events would take place.

Going through unimaginable plots.

Each dream was unique.

But without exception, there were always elements of modern architecture in the dreams.

These modern elements weren't always so clear from the start.

But as her artistic skills improved, step by step, they evolved into their final form.

Like a scenery coming closer and clearer from afar.

The first time Meng Xin Zhi dreamt of the Mona Lisa, she was too young.

In that dream, aside from Madam Lisa, everything else was a blur.

Meng Xin Zhi wasn't sure if there were modern buildings in that dream.

She just vaguely remembered it being a place full of glass.

As soon as she mentioned it, dad asked if it was the Glass Pyramid from the Louvre Museum in the movies.

Meng Xin Zhi only knew to shake her head but didn't know exactly what it was.

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