Chapter 49: Chapter 50 The Little Girl Who Stuffs Ducks

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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 times, she would never forget. Especially the face of Sang Zhilan- even if she were reduced to ashes, she would not forget it.

What she remembered most, of course, was her cold face, her favoritism, and her manipulation of her and her father, from the moment 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 someone else’s.

Carrying loads of packages home again, all the way, Tang Zhinian was holding his daughter with one arm. He might be a plain farmer 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 become a four-year-old girl. What could she understand?

The “dolls” they were talking about were the images in these books, some were Acupoint Maps, some were Meridian Maps, some were plant names used in traditional medicine, and some were about what they called the relationship of generation and restriction etc.

Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes balancing Yin and Yang, transformations of the five elements, conforming to the seasons and cultivation of the body’s vital energy.

All of these were what Tang Yuxin had come 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 time he asked, Tang Yuxin would shake her head, even if she had already memorized these things by heart, but she would never tell Chen Zhong.

Despite this, sometimes she seemed 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 some of it, because after all, she was not that smart and from memory, she was able to recall some of it. She was just working hard, memorizing as much as possible. However, thanks to a child’s strong memory, these memories grew with her, and she managed to remember a good deal of it. Whenever she took a book, Chen Zhong would explain it to her, and then she would remember more. In this way, she managed to remember seventy or eighty percent of the contents.