Thousands of years

Chapter 85
"Do you still remember why we chose Hangluo to be the Bishe at that time?"

An Ji's words were quite abrupt, but Ning Yunfan understood the meaning of the people in front of him asking this question. It was not only the original intention of everyone, but also An Ji's dream that he would rather lie to his mother than stick to it.

Listening to his girlfriend's words, Ning Yunfan couldn't help being stunned for a while.

Why?Is it because of the surprise when we met, or because of the thousands of years of changes in the history books, the symbolic product of the continuous struggle of the Chinese nation that is on the same track as culture and economy...

Or sketch out your own vision on paper, and when you actually encounter this material, you only feel that your initial imagination is too thin?

Ning Yunfan also couldn't tell when he began to put Hang Luo in his heart, and chose such a material that young people seldom care about nowadays, or it was difficult to understand its taste, from among the materials he knew.

"Love doesn't know where it started, but it keeps going deep."

As soon as these words came out, Ning Yunfan and An Ji looked at each other and smiled: Since ancient times, literati have compared you with beauty and nobleness with fragrant grasses, but now the former uses Tang Xianzu's words, which are very suitable for the situation.

When they met a few years ago, what surprised and moved the two of them and An Ji's best friend Sheng Xia was never a small detail, but the obsession full of it.

Now the two who are hiding things in their hearts don't have any thoughts to recall the past.He only thought that if he went back at this time, He Yanqing would definitely see the clue, so he found a cooler place and sat quietly.

"An Ji." After a long while, Ning Yunfan was forced to speak, and only followed the breeze to the ears of the person whose name was called, quite casually.

An Ji, who was still staring at the distant lake in a daze just now, turned his head sideways, in a trance, making people see that he was a little ignorant, hiding under the ardor of being desperate for everything he loves: "Huh?"

"Are you going to keep it a secret?"

Different from An Jianing's supremacy of ideals and He Yanqing's reality, the identities of the two have been completely switched by the young people.

Compared with An Ji's attempt of not asking about the future, Ning Yunfan still hopes that his girlfriend can really think about all this while supporting him: "Maybe in a few years? After all, the older generation has persisted for so many years... "

"When we are safe and our parents won't worry, maybe it's not too late?" Although Ning Yunfan chose to hide it for his girlfriend in He Yanqing's place, in private, he still hopes that the other party can think more thoughtfully .

"Besides, if you continue to hide it like this, how long do you plan to hide it?"

Ning Yunfan's words are very realistic.Dreams, love, and persistence are all beautiful things.

But parents are getting old day by day, if they can't see their children's lives settled down, for the children, is it not a lifetime of regret?
"Keep it a secret." An Ji can understand her boyfriend's words, but most of the time, life is too uncertain, it is impossible to plan everything in detail, and it is even more impossible to just wait for the phrase "I can wait". Wait until the 'can't wait any longer' time.

"Help it as long as you can."

How smart is my mother?An Ji knew that even if his father and boyfriend were standing by his side, it would be impossible to keep this matter a secret forever: "I hope I can keep it a secret until I can achieve something."

"In that case, leave it to me." Since An Ji would not regret what he had done now, Ning Yunfan followed the former's wish and agreed.

You can hide it as long as you can, take it step by step, until the day you can't hide it, maybe there are other ways...

The two of them just stood on the hill of more than [-] meters, and the plants and trees were very quiet. Along the top, they looked at the entire West Lake, and the melancholy that had been hidden in their hearts for a long time was washed away.

An Ji looked back, only to see four large characters written on the outside of the quaint courtyard with yellow walls and black tiles: "Baopu Daoyuan". Baopu contains truth, which is the sages' pursuit and understanding of life.

I remember at that time, looking at the ancient simple materialism of Heraclitus and others, some students would always lament that Chinese philosophy was not as advanced as Western philosophy, and An Ji at that time would only refute it with the knowledge in books.

Whether it is the theory of the five elements or the theory of yin and yang, although it is classified as materialism by textbooks, it must always be said to be a myth.

If it were An Ji today, it would be different: from ancient times to the present for thousands of years, Chinese philosophy is everywhere... After all, even a thread has its own longitude and latitude,

Putting aside those blinding gold and silver benefits, hypocrisy and cunning, return to your most authentic pursuit, simplicity and nature. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why I love Shangluo?An Ji thought so.

I like the self-repetition that never emphasizes my own value. Whether it is the most common thirteen scriptures in the factory today, or the unknown book Hualuo, Shuluo, or even Zhijinluo, they are all based on The most simple self, repeat and repeat, in the precipitation of time, create a longitude and latitude.

"Will it be alright?" An Ji murmured whether he was asking questions with her boyfriend, or simply asking her own heart.

"Thousands of ups and downs have come through, and in the years to come, they will stand in front of people again."

Perhaps the West Lake, which has been around for thousands of years, is not far away, and the breeze caressed An Ji's face, shouting: "Yes, yes!"

Ning Yunfan on the side just listened silently, and didn't say anything.Presumably, he was recalling the familiar rumbling sound from the factory building when he went to pick up An Ji just now.

At that time, in order to truly understand the characteristics of this material, the three young people were willing to stay in this factory for a full month, chasing behind each uncle and aunt every day, asking over and over again.

Uncles and aunts responded tirelessly, and this group of young people meticulously recorded everything...

"I remember that the best option in my mind was not Hang Luo." This may be the connection of hearts. When Ning Yunfan recalled the first time, An Ji was also recalling that unexpected encounter.

When the students were pursuing the collision of shapes and colors, it was Ning Yunfan who first mentioned the term 'cultural confidence'.

Because his father is a film and television director, Ning Yunfan, who has been familiar with it since he was a child, knows what elements a good film and television work should have, or to put it more philistine, it is a "gimmick".

It is precisely because of the directions provided by film and television dramas over the years that Ning Yunfan has a keener sense than others, and directly locks the characteristics on the cultural heritage.

"It's not just simply copying patterns. You can see that many of them are copying Western patterns, or when some businesses use Chinese elements, they simply copy and don't understand the culture behind them, so they often make trouble."

In that light and pleasant afternoon, Ning Yunfan's thoughts were rarely active: "The same is true in film and television, whether it is Bu Yao, which has been criticized for being bad over the years, or whether it is ten dramas, nine and a half To use the wrong guqin."

"Even if it is a fallacy that will not appear even if we do more research, we must not be so perfunctory in design."

Unlike Ning Yunfan, who majored in drama and film and television both from university and postgraduate, An Ji and his best friend Sheng Xia both transferred from the Department of History to study design. In fact, the two have more say in this matter.

But Midsummer is obsessed with the restoration of the standard, and An Ji is obsessed with the inheritance of patterns. If it weren't for Ning Yunfan's suggestion, the starting point of the two of them would not be the most basic, and it seems that there is no valuable fabric at all.

From the four famous brocades to all kinds of cotton and linen, the three of them traveled all over half of China, but none of them could finally unify their opinions, and even lost the elegance of artists at all, and had a big fight.

Midsummer likes hemp linen, which is cheap and crisp, and is the best choice for restoring some traditional clothing.Even if I can't convince the remaining two in the end, there is nothing wrong with making new Chinese styles with such fabrics.

An Ji intends to combine expensive materials such as brocade with cotton dyeing and weaving with minority characteristics to create a crystallization of the wisdom of the whole nation.

Ning Yunfan, on the other hand, has taken a fancy to Xiangyun Sha, whose mysterious and introverted characteristics fit in with the characteristics of the Chinese nation, which is hidden but not exposed, and is both beautiful and practical. It is used to design clothes, and it has the same root as culture...

With each saying their own reasons, the three of them almost parted ways and did their own things. In the end, Sheng Xia stood up and gave in, only keeping the inconvenient essence of the standard, and making clothes that belonged to this era, which calmed down the farce.

But if it’s not noisy, it’s not noisy, the question of what material to use is still in front of everyone, until they return to their hometown Hangzhou from BJ during the holiday, the three of them still haven’t researched a result.

"We in Hangzhou seem to have an old handicraft that is almost lost." Shengxia picked up an old newspaper from nowhere that day. Several people took a closer look and found that it was an old thing more than ten years ago. Not to mention the handicraft, just this piece of paper Newspapers can be regarded as antiques.

But it turned out that this newspaper was kept by Grandma Shengxia when she was still alive. Elderly people always have the habit of not wanting to waste a little bit of things. Even if it is a few cents or a piece of newspaper, there is a big stack at home.

If it weren't for the midsummer after the retreat, it would be really boring, and I would be so bored to clean up the whole house, and I still couldn't find the old things piled up in the cardboard box.

"Would you like to take a look?"

"Do not……"

"Forget it, it's not close to your home."

Sheng Xia is also a straightforward person. Seeing that her best friend and Ning Yunfan are not only hesitant, but also seem to disapprove, she made a choice for the two without hesitation.

"Thousands of kilometers away have all gone, so why don't we go?"

"Go! Anyway, you haven't decided yet, so it's okay to have another choice."

It's no wonder that An Ji and Ning Yunfan didn't have the intention to take a look at that time. Although people always talk about "basic clothing, housing and transportation" and "silk silk and satin", it's like how many people don't know how to live a real life. How many people really know what 'silk satin' should look like?
But in the eyes of many people, the silk is the injustice behind the three-foot white silk; the Luo in the memory of how many people only stays in the line of "blood-colored Luo skirt over wine stains"?
Therefore, all encounters may be inevitable.Without the attraction of history, Ning Yunfan's choice, and midsummer's persuasion, even if the factory is right in front of his house, An Ji might never have the chance to get to know it in his lifetime.

A newspaper more than ten years ago, a factory that is not sure whether it still exists today.There is no contact information, not even a phone call in advance.

An Ji still hadn't thought about what kind of mentality the three of them had at the time, so they really took a taxi and went to a place dozens of kilometers away to try their luck, but he clearly remembered his rather contradictory thoughts at that time.

I hope that the factory in the news will still be built in the same place, and the three of us can have one more choice, but also feel that Hangluo will not become the fabric that will be left behind in the end. I would rather the former has moved and closed down, so that I don’t need to spend another time. , a little more quarrel.

But what is truly indescribable to An Ji is that when he saw the factory in the news standing there as it used to be, he breathed a sigh of relief, but felt uneasy...

The surrounding chaos reflects the orderliness of the factory. Eight out of ten contemporary young people are socially afraid. Regardless of how well they chat on the Internet, when they really came to this factory, the three of them didn't know how to speak up.

It was also a sweltering summer, and the three people who were so nervous that they didn't know how to speak were sweated by the oppressive atmosphere in the factory building and the deafening sound of looms.

The inside of the densely packed but extremely orderly factory building is empty and tall but still does not bring half a cool and quiet space. All of this will undoubtedly bring a strong sense of oppression to people, and it makes people feel a little bit because of not telling. Very impolite people cannot organize their speech well.

In the end, Shengxia, the most courageous social cow, tried to speak: "Hello? We are design students, and I want to know more..."

It's a pity that even though Sheng Xia had amplified her voice twice, it was still directly buried in the noise that didn't stop for a moment.

The three of them felt more and more embarrassed because of their rash intrusion. Now that the shouts had been drowned out, and seeing that all the uncles and aunts inside were working hard, they felt that they should not be disturbed.

After standing there for about three to five minutes, even the back of the hands, which is not easy to sweat, seemed to be completely blocked by hot and humid water vapor. At this time, even the midsummer who encouraged the three of them to look for it at the beginning retreated...

At the moment when everyone turned around, an aunt with slightly white hair, who was about 60 years old, walked out from among them, with a pair of bright eyes.

"Are you here?" Aunt Zhang's tone was not bored or dissatisfied, but vigilant and suspicious.

At that time, An Ji didn't understand this vigilance, but only now did she know that Aunt Zhang was afraid that the secrets belonging to the country and the nation would be learned by outsiders who only wanted to benefit, and lose the original cultural foundation.

"Hello, Auntie, we want to get to know Hang Luo."

"We want to try to use our traditional materials for design, I don't know..."

Aunt Zhang interrupted Sheng Xia's words, who welcomed the three of them in directly: "I happened to take a break and show you these old objects. If you want to know anything, you can ask me."

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　　Digression: All the typos you found have been corrected. I am too busy recently to reply, sorry.

　　
　
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