Chapter 49: Chapter 50 The Little Girl Who Stuffs Ducks
Translator: 549690339
She was lying. In reality, how could she possibly forget certain people and certain events? Even if she were to live her life two, three, or even four tis, she would never forget. Especially the face of Sang Zhilan- even if she were reduced to ashes, she would not forget it.
What she rembered most, of course, was her cold face, her favoritism, and her manipulation of her and her father, from the mont she was born until her death.
“Our Xinxin is so clever, she knew that wasn’t her mom,” Tang Zhinian said with a smile, patting his daughter’s hair. However, in his eyes was an inexplicable gloom, still because of Sang Zhilan. She had actually loved another person’s child more than her own.
“She’s not mom,” Tang Yuxin puckered her lips, “She never put shoes on for Xinxin.”
And sure enough, after Tang Yuxin said that, Tang Zhinian didn’t question it, really believing that Sang Zhilan had had her brain muddled by lard.
He would adore his own daughter and let her adore soone else’s.
Carrying loads of packages ho again, all the way, Tang Zhinian was holding his daughter with one arm. He might be a plain farr with no education, but he did have shoulders that could shield his daughter from wind and rain.
His shoulders could carry the whole family, and they could carry his daughter as well.
“What are you thinking about?” Chen Zhong reached out and knocked on Tang Yuxin’s forehead, “Why are you daydreaming? Don’t you like looking at your dolls today?” He then knocked on the table, drawing Tang Yuxin’s attention back.
Tang Yuxin touched her forehead, pouting, “Grandpa, that hurts.”
“Does it still hurt?” Chen Zhong knocked on her again, “Your book is upside down. Why are you so distracted today? Take a good look at your dolls, it’ll be good for you in the future.”
But Tang Yuxin had a baffled look on her face. She had just beco a four-year-old girl. What could she understand?
The “dolls” they were talking about were the images in these books, so were Acupoint Maps, so were ridian Maps, so were plant nas used in traditional dicine, and so were about what they called the relationship of generation and restriction etc.
Traditional Chinese dicine emphasizes balancing Yin and Yang, transformations of the five elents, conforming to the seasons and cultivation of the body’s vital energy.
All of these were what Tang Yuxin had co to understand after a year of studying, then stuffed into her little head daily by Chen Zhong, as if force-feeding a duck. Even adults may not understand these complex principles, but they were all pushed into her mind, no matter how much she could absorb and digest.
Of course, every ti he asked, Tang Yuxin would shake her head, even if she had already morized these things by heart, but she would never tell Chen Zhong.
Despite this, sotis she seed a bit slow, causing Chen Zhong to feel both frustrated and determined, and he continued to ‘feed’ her.
She looked back at the room full of books, she had already read more than half of the books here. If she were to finish all of them, it would probably take a few more years. She was able to retain so of it, because after all, she was not that smart and from mory, she was able to recall so of it. She was just working hard, morizing as much as possible. However, thanks to a child’s strong mory, these mories grew with her, and she managed to rember a good deal of it. Whenever she took a book, Chen Zhong would explain it to her, and then she would rember more. In this way, she managed to rember seventy or eighty percent of the contents.
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