The Whisper of the Northern Lights

Once Zong Yi entered the Gong Shang Jiao Zhi Yu mode, she simply couldn't stop.

She extended the index fingers of both her left and right hands and began to "rap" to Meng Xin Zhi:

"Sister, sister, sis, there are two days left in the holiday."

"We go now, and we'll be back tomorrow."

"My dear sister, what do you say, can we go?"

"If you say we can't..."

Meng Xin Zhi was amused by Zong Yi's consecutive 12356, smiling pleasantly, "If I say we can't, what will you do?"

Zong Yi stuck out her tongue, continuing to sing with an air of haughty coquettishness, "If you say we can't, then I will go to Dad."

"Go to Dad, huh? First, you'd have to ask if Mom agrees," Meng Xin Zhi's smile grew thicker as she teased, "You know as well as I do that Dad is Mom's private property."

Upon hearing this, Zong Yi put away her haughtiness and began to act coquettishly, "That's why Ayi thought to ask the best sister in the whole wide world first."

"Does the order really make a difference?" Meng Xin Zhi asked Zong Yi, "Don't we have to go through our mom in the end?"

"Of course, there's a difference! My dear sister, don't forget, what burned down was a cultural relic, you know!"

"And then?"

"Then, sister, you are majoring in cultural relics and museum studies! If you go, just tell Mom it's a professor's request, or that it's a requirement of the major."

Zong Yi shared her opinion, "With something related to studies, could our family's Meng Lan ever stop you from going?"

Zong Yi understood her mother well.

Meng Lan "the little friend" might be petty about other things, almost like a three-year-old, but when it came to studying, she had always taken it seriously.

The young girl's analysis was on point.

It was just that there was a small obstacle in her understanding of seniority.

Of course, this wasn't her fault.

Ever since Zong Yi gained awareness, the twisted logic that "because Mom hasn't grown up yet, the whole family has to pamper her" had been ingrained in her mind.

Meng Xin Zhi smiled silently.

Zong Yi batted her cartoon-like big eyes and came out with another classical rap, "My dear sister, what do you say, am I right?"

Zong Ji, who had always been easy to talk to, objected this time, "I reckon you two won't be able to go, Lan Lan Zi's approval is useless, even if Lan Lan Zi agrees, Jijizi won't."

"Ah, why not? Aren't you the best dad in the whole wide world anymore?" Zong Yi, feeling discouraged, drooped her head, a picture of desolation.

"With that license your sister got just two months ago and barely used on the road, do you dare let her drive on the highway?"

Zong Ji patted his little daughter's head to comfort her.

"Oh, I see, that's why." Zong Yi changed her tone, deciding to directly involve Zong Ji, "Then, Dad, why don't you drive the two of us there? Wouldn't that solve it?"

"Me... well..." Zong Ji dragged out his tone, showing a sheer lack of enthusiasm.

Zong Yi's eyes, bright and clear, shimmered.

They were like pools of autumn water, on the verge of turning into tears any second.

She looked utterly dejected.

Just then, Zong Ji's manner abruptly shifted, he bowed with clasped hands and said, "Jijizi has just been waiting for this request from you, young misses!"

"Huh?" Zong Yi was momentarily flustered by the sudden change.

Zong Ji then made a bowing gesture of ancient courtesy and said, "This humble coachman would gladly toil for the two misses."

"My dad, can you please be serious?" Zong Yi placed her hands on her hips, scolding, "Can you not learn to be as childish as Mom?"

It turned out that Zong Ji himself was quite keen to go.

The problem was, how to get the lady of the house to give the green light.

Either take the lady of the house along...

Or say it's necessary for his daughter's studies...

After a moment of thought, Jijizi decided to pass the decision-making to Lan Lan Zi.

Zong Ji stood up and instructed the two sisters, "I'll go upstairs and ask your mom first."

Without hesitating, he promptly went upstairs.

At this point, Meng Xin Zhi stopped him, "Dad, isn't it true you haven't even asked for my opinion? Did I agree to go?"

"Eh? Axin, you don't want to go?"

Zong Ji instantly deflated and sat back down.

His interest in that bridge was predicated on the belief that Meng Xin Zhi would be interested.

As for whether Zong Yi wanted to go, it could wait.

It wasn't that he played favorites.

It was just that the bridge had already burned down.

Going there now would be to see ruins.

It might be fine for an archaeological study, but not for enjoying the scenery.

"No way, my sister, don't you want to go with Ayi to listen to Uncle Nie Guangyi play the erhu?"

Zong Yi quickly revealed her true motive.

In her determination to achieve her goal, Zong Yi shared a resemblance with Nie Guangyi who would keep going even after hitting a wall.