"Ah..." Zongji suddenly realized: "The first day my wife learned about this matter, she thought so far ahead. It really makes my husband feel ashamed."

"What's wrong, you still want to hide this kind of thing from me, and you're the last one to let me know?"

"It's impossible, madam. Zongyi is the last one in the whole family to know." Zongji immediately expressed his attitude: "I told madam respectfully, seriously and wholeheartedly. Zongyi, that little girl.

, he was obviously eavesdropping."

Zongji's attitude towards his daughters is consistent.

Comfort your wife first, and then slowly comfort your little cotton-padded jacket later.

You must have a clear stance towards your wife.

Behind the scenes, there is another stance towards the daughters.

"Dad, I'm not talking about you. The way my brother looks at my sister, a person like me who grew up in romance novels, can tell something fishy with just one glance? At my level, do you still need to eavesdrop?"

Not to be outdone, Zong Yi retorted: "I can't control whether dad tells mom or not. I must know earlier than dad."

"Is it true?" Meng Xinzhi helped tidy up Zong Yi's messy hair.

"My sister, when the fake is true, the truth is also false. There is something inaction and nothing in it. Isn't this what you taught me?"

With Zongyi on the side to adjust the atmosphere, there was no way the scene would become awkward anymore.

Zong Guang must have something to say at this time: "I'm back now. I don't want to live with my mother anymore, and I definitely won't need to from now on. And..."

Zong Guang was prepared for this problem.

But before his explanation even started, he was cut off by Meng Lan.

"Aguang, you don't need to explain to me. You don't need to say anything. But, I always thought that you left home because your father and I broke our promise. Since it's none of my business, it's something I won't care about.

."

Ms. Menglan just went upstairs in a cool and carefree manner.

Seeing Zong Yi stunned for a moment, he thought to himself: [My biological mother, why aren’t you surprised?!]

I don’t know if Ms. Menglan has the ability to read minds. She just took two steps and turned back: "Zongyi, follow me upstairs."

"Ah... um... oh... why are you dragging me out one by one? Shouldn't I be called Zong Yi? I should be renamed Zong Tool from now on."

"Zong Tool, follow me upstairs now, or do you want to practice running the stairs later?"

"With your order, Ms. Menglan." Zong Yi saluted directly and followed.

It would be quite interesting to watch if mom stayed to object or something.

Now, there is absolutely no drama.

Brothers, sisters, etc., there is still time to interrogate them again.

Although he was very reluctant, Zong Yi still habitually did not violate his mother's wishes.

She claimed that she had accumulated a wealth of experience fighting Ms. Menglan, but her body had already formed a conditioned reflex.

After Menglan left, Zongji asked Meng Xinzhi: "Should dad also leave the scene now?"

"Why are you leaving? My brother and I have been talking about you just now."

"Talk about me? Are you two talking about me together?"

Zong Ji looked at Zong Guang: "I'm not telling you, Ah Guang, your fighting power is a bit weak."

"Are you weak? I told him all about my father's great achievements back then."

"Dad's great achievements?" Zongji was a little surprised: "What?"

"Dad, it's better not to ask."

"Why can't Dad listen to what's going on about Dad? If you two talk privately, I can provide you two with a private environment."

Zong Guang remained silent under Zong Ji's gaze.

Seeing that Zong Guang didn't say anything, Zong Ji became even more curious.

"My son has been separated for a long time. It is true that we are not of the same mind." Zongji turned to Meng Xinzhi and asked: "Ah Xin, please talk to your father quickly."

"It's nothing. My brother just told me about your confidante, and he was going to pull dad down from the altar in my heart."

"A confidante? How can dad have a confidante?" Zong Ji had no intention of admitting it at all, "With your mother, and these two little cotton-padded jackets like you and A Yi, who needs a confidante when they are full and fine?"

Zongji looked at his son with a smile: "Aguang, you are slandering!"

Zong Guang smiled and said nothing.

Zongji was finally aroused by his son's curiosity, and the final result must be to ask Meng Xinzhi: "A Xinkuai tell dad how your brother slandered me."

"My brother told me that you have a pen pal. She is from Peking University and she is a very talented girl in the Chinese Department." Meng Xinzhi couldn't help but gossip: "Are you good-looking? Talented women generally don't look very good..."

"How did A Guang know about this?" Zong Ji was really surprised at this moment.

"Don't you think I've slandered you now?"

"This is not a big deal in the first place. What is there to slander or not? You may find it strange to hear about pen pals now. In the era when my father grew up, almost everyone had a pen pal when he was a child. When he grew up, with the development of the Internet,

Gradually, we started to have netizens. Pen pals were not new at all at that time. Netizens like me and Lan Mei were new. Before you slander me, you should first understand the background of the times, my son."

"Maybe." Zong Guang stopped joking and said to Zong Ji seriously: "For dad, this may not be worth mentioning, but for mom, this is the reason for your divorce."

"Did your mother tell you that? You are so old, you can't believe everything your mother says, right?"

"My mother didn't say it." Zong Guang responded, "I discovered it myself."

"Did you discover it yourself? You fly a plane, not a time shuttle."

"Mom still keeps all the letters that talented woman wrote to you. Although I can't see what you wrote to her, the ones she wrote to you can indeed be counted. They don't talk about love, but they don't talk about love.

Every sentence is about love."

"Aguang, if you want to say this, then it doesn't matter to dad. After Lanmei and I got married, we were still corresponding with this pen pal. Later, because I got chatting with Axin too well, I really didn't have time to write letters, so in the end

Let Lan Mei write it for me."

Meng Xinzhi answered at this time: "Dad asked mom to help write it?"

"Yes, your mother also likes this pen pal very much. I have met this pen pal twice in total, and one of them was with your mother."

What Zong Ji said is consistent with what Zong Guang said.

No one lied on this matter.

As Zong Ji spoke, he began to be surprised: "Ah Guang, didn't your mother burn all those letters? She did nothing back then and was just chasing the wind every day. I was really exhausted every day."

"It's a little unfair to my mother to say this."

"Aguang thinks it's dad's fault?" Zongji asked with some confusion: "Is there anything unusual about dad's correspondence with his pen pal? To be honest, I have forgotten what we have written."

"I saw she wrote you a letter, and the name of the letter was "Zongji"."

"Name it after me? Let me think about it, isn't it a long letter filled with details?"

"right."

"Those are just a compilation, a summary of some small details mentioned in the correspondence over the years. When my father made pen pals, he was a freshman in high school. When we chatted, they were all about study. Later, she took the college entrance examination and passed the Peking University

, Dad can only fuck a bluebird. What else can he do, don’t you think so?"

"You didn't stop communicating just because she went to college."

"Isn't this normal? As a person with a low reputation, I want to know what it's like in a university, especially a prestigious university like Peking University. As long as they don't dislike it, I will definitely ask here and there to make up for the problems that I can't get into university.

Pity."

"Did Dad never like this pen pal?" Zong Guang added more emphasis: "After all, you ended up marrying an online friend."

"Aguang, what do you think? You may not have understood when you were a child, but now that you have grown up, from a man's perspective, do you think your father has ever liked me?"

"I really don't know that."

"Dad, let me ask this question in another way. You and a girl have been chatting since the first year of high school. When you have time, you will discuss which school and major to take in the future. You think your grades are okay, but the other girl only says that she is okay. Wait until

When the college entrance examination results are released, if someone goes to Peking University and you don’t get anything, do you still think you are qualified to like her?”

"Dad, if you like someone, you don't need qualifications. If you like someone, you just like it. If you don't like it, you don't like it. What does this have to do with whether you have been admitted to college or what kind of university you have been admitted to."

"Ah Guang, if you want me to do that, I must be thinking the same way now. At that time, I had just turned eighteen, I had nothing to ask for, and I was still so bad in the college entrance examination. It was tiring to think about how to survive. How could I still do it?

What unreasonable thoughts would you have?”

"But, my dad, since you use non-explanatory thinking, it means that you think about it first."

Zong Yi's voice sounded suddenly at this time.

The three people present were all a little surprised.

Meng Xinzhi asked Zongyi: "Ayi, didn't you go upstairs with your mother?"

"My sister, who asked you to talk about the Chinese Department of Peking University? Ayi will also be admitted to the Chinese Department of Peking University in the future. By the way, he will also go to the Oscar to win the best screenwriter. How could I miss such a wonderful scene?

?”

Zong Yi's voice was full of emotion, and his expression was a bit exaggerated.
To be continued...