Thousands of years

Chapter 92

Fortunately, the colleague closed the window in time, and the succulent tree on An Ji's desk was not dead.

"Xiao An, you didn't close the window yesterday, and the documents were flying everywhere on the table. Li Jing saw that you closed it for you. Otherwise, you have to clean up today." Seeing An Ji entering the door with a bag, the colleague pointed to the side. Documents with some water marks are good reminders.

"Okay, thank you." An Ji nodded in response, without saying anything else, sat in front of the computer, sorted out the things on the desktop, and started his ordinary day again.

Yesterday's cloudy clouds were carried away by the breeze, and the clear sky and blue sun can make people feel good. Even An Ji, who had just had a fruitless cold war with his mother yesterday, still raised the corners of his mouth under the light that covered the table.

Typing on the keyboard is easy for An Ji himself, but at first he was limited because he was not familiar with the background of the major platforms that have been updated and iterated.

After less than a week of getting familiar with it, the job He Yanqing arranged for her daughter was no longer challenging. While yawning, An Ji had already finished the job, and most of the time, only relying on her was left. Doing nothing on the chair.

[Ning Xu Yifan is a lonely boat: I heard from my uncle that you had a conflict with your aunt yesterday? 】

[Ning Xu Yifan is a lonely boat: [Unbelievable.JPEG]]

[Ning Xu Yifan is a lonely boat: I told you everything, you and your aunt have a nature of not letting anyone else go, if you can't listen to it, you should answer first, if you have something to calm down, you can talk to your aunt. 】

Seeing the message from Ning Yunfan, An Ji sighed: It's not that I don't want to be quiet, it's because my own mother doesn't give me a chance to explain anything...

[Ning Xu Yifan is a lonely boat: Actually, I don't think it's not like my aunt can't listen to what you say]

[Ning Xu Yifan is a lonely boat: Auntie has always respected your choice]

[An Deyun Kai Yueji: So? 】

[Ning Xu Yifan is a lonely boat: So, is there anything that my aunt doesn't want to say, such as whether my aunt has any stories with Hang Luo? 】

Staring blankly at the screen, An Ji didn't know how to respond to Ning Yunfan for a while.

As Ning Yunfan said, her mother has always respected her choice, and even stood behind her when no one else supported her, being her strongest backing.

But in the matter of Hang Luo, the mother seemed to be possessed by a demon—although An Ji has faintly realized that the reason may have something to do with his father these days, but everything is just speculation.

In connection with the things his father put on the balcony, and what Ning Yunfan said now, he couldn't help but make An Ji suspect that his mother must be hiding something from him, maybe because he didn't want to reveal his father's dark history, or maybe Is there any more unspeakable reason...

[Ning Xu Yifan is a lonely boat: I said casually, don't ask your aunt directly]

Seeing that An Ji hadn't responded for a long time, Ning Yunfan was also a little worried, for fear that the former would directly break the casserole with He Yanqing and ask the end because of his random guess after such a short time, and directly ignored the purpose of his aunt to conceal the matter.

Don't look at An Ji's gentle concessions, not as straightforward as Sheng Xia's, but his ideas are not generally positive.As long as An Ji has plans and doubts, he will immediately implement them, and there will be absolutely no procrastination.

【An Deyun opened the first month of the month: ...】

[An Deyun Kai Yueji: I'm not stupid enough to ask my mother directly]

[An Deyun Kaiyueji: Since she wants to hide it from me, she must have her own reasons. Even if I ask now, it is impossible for her to tell me]

[Ning Xu Yifan as a lonely boat: [sigh] [sigh] [sigh]]

Even after her boyfriend figured out the reason why her mother kept blocking her, An Ji still couldn't let go of it, and she really couldn't think of a suitable solution to it.

After putting down the phone, all that was left was to lean back, turn the chair, lean on the chair in the office and look out the window—doing nothing, helpless.

After lunch, the work at hand came to an end. An Ji was sleepy looking at the phone. He propped his chin in a daze for a while, but his eyelids were still fighting. He just lay down on the table in front of him and fell asleep with his arms under his head.

Falling asleep with light as a quilt, and the sound of chatting with colleagues, An Ji only felt that the noise in his ears was getting louder and louder, until it finally turned into the roar of machinery, and his hair was also faintly sweating.

"Why did you come today?" It was Aunt Zhang's voice, but what she said was really strange, not as gentle and generous as usual, but rather bitter.

"Since we're here, don't hurry up, we'll be lazy when the weather gets hotter..."

Before An Ji could react, he was pulled down in front of the loom, and before recovering from the deafening "boom", An Ji felt that the whole body was hot and stuffy, as if he could not breathe .

"I'm already late, why are you still in a daze and don't know what to do?" The voice was obviously Aunt Wang's, but Aunt Wang was most concerned about her body on weekdays, why today...

Before An Ji could understand all of this, he found that his hands were on the loom, and he was like a marionette, busy working tirelessly.

His hands were sore, An Ji wanted to stop, but his arm was no different from getting an electric shock, and it was terribly numb when he moved even a little.

"This can't be done. What are you talking about to bring us Hang Luo? If you want me to say that the current children really want to persist, if they don't persist, they will only talk empty words!"

No, An Ji knew: These words are definitely not what the aunts and uncles said, did he go the wrong way?just where?Is this a dream?Why do dreams feel numb in the arms?

An Ji only felt that his mind was in chaos. Enduring the numbness in his arm, he wanted to stand up and look outside, but there was a burst of nagging like chanting in his ears.

Perked up his ears, An Ji wanted to hear clearly what the ramblings were talking about. Just now he vaguely heard 'computer' and 'documents', but was replaced by the mechanical sound of 'buzzing rumble' again.

Suddenly there was a shaking like a landslide, and An Ji found that the familiar but inconsistent scene in front of him was completely collapsing, replaced by a clear voice from his ears.

"You can't sleep like that. You are already under the sun, and you are still lying on your arms. After a long time, you will be suffocated."

It turned out that it was a colleague who saw An Ji lying on the table and was a little short of breath, so he shook him awake, and chanted for a long time with three-point helpless and caring words, and then handed the document in his hand to a little slow down. An Ji.

"An Ji, I put the file here for you, please take it easy."

"Don't sleep like that, even if you can't hold back, it's not good for the cervical spine." Seeing that An Ji had completely woken up from his sleep, the colleague returned to his work station while sighing, "The arm is numb and the blood is not flowing smoothly. , It is not good for the body.

"Thank you." After waking up, he found that the rumbling sound just now was still ringing in his ears. In addition, he was a little suffocated from sleeping on the table just now. An Ji only felt his heart beat faster. He didn't turn back until he found the source of the sound. God came and responded to what my colleague said.

He patted the computer mainframe which was still beeping non-stop, An Ji faced the computer and massaged with his arms crossed, trying to relieve the numbness.

After his arms were relieved, An Ji closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath three or two times, picked up the document on the side, and began to modify it according to the document that had been prepared in the computer.

"I don't see you in a day, it's like three autumns, autumn is just right..."

After finishing the copywriting, An Ji was stunned.Wasn't the topsy-turvy dream just now my own "not seeing each other every day is like three autumns apart"?

At this moment, An Ji has completely come out of that trance dream. As the saying goes, "Think about it every day and dream about it at night", the reason why Aunt Zhang and Aunt Wang in the dream are different from those in real life The general difference is not difficult to explain.

An Ji knew that it was the repressed emotions in his heart that turned into a nightmare, which made him have such a bizarre dream in broad daylight.But after calming down, An Ji couldn't help thinking of those years...

"Although things have gotten better in recent years, there are still very few young people who come to buy them." Aunt Wang would sigh for a while whenever she mentioned it.

"I think it was different back then. There were many factories that could weave hangloo, and there were many mechanics who could weave hangloo."

"Can't you please come back?" At that time, Sheng Xia and Ning Yunfan were both doing design together in the factory, Sheng Xia asked without thinking.

"Hey……"

Now it's not just Aunt Wang who sighed, but the uncles and aunts who were listening to the chatting of a few people all showed helplessness: "How many years has it been, where can I find these people?"

"Besides, even if they can be found, they are very old. Even if they ask them to bring apprentices, it will not be as easy as imagined."

Now Shengxia also understands that what Aunt Wang is talking about is probably decades ago, that is, the generation of her grandparents... Now it is indeed impossible for people of the generation of grandparents to return to the factory Work, or bring apprentices.

Listening to Aunt Wang's words, Aunt Zhang couldn't help but sighed softly, and began to talk about the prosperity in history with the three young people: "It's useless to mention the past, if you count decades or hundreds of years back, That's different."

"But it's useless to mention it back then, but now it's important to let more people know about Hang Luo."

Hang Luo has an international influence, and many time-honored brands will also buy clothes for sale. However, in the rapidly developing modern society, Hang Luo must not rest on its laurels. Outdated products that are 'behind the times' and 'do not meet the needs of the times'.

This is the goal that the aunts and uncles in the factory insist on, and it is also the reason that moved An Ji and the three of them...

"As you learn English now, you know that in the eyes of foreigners, porcelain and China are equated, but there are some sayings that call lacquerware the same as Japan."

"Think about hundreds of thousands of years ago, these are all things that were sold overseas from China along the Silk Road."

"After applying for the world heritage, we also went to find out what other inheritors are doing. Like porcelain, we use it in every household, and many people are willing to learn about it without publicity."

"The lacquerware that is mentioned on the Internet is actually made by many people, and it is also at a price that ordinary people can accept... It's just that, like silk, it is regarded as an unattainable thing by many people."

What Aunt Zhang said has been deeply engraved in An Ji's heart when he was studying history, otherwise it would not have prompted the latter to give up continuing to study history with his tutor, and instead chose to use clothing design to spread Chinese culture. road.

In the past, An Ji just looked at those words, which was enough to shock people and make people embarrassing enough.

Then the rise and fall, ups and downs, ups and downs of these cultures and crafts, in the eyes of Aunt Zhang, may be more specific, just like the extinction of wild animals.

It is also about these sorrows that have been buried in the blood for thousands of years, although they can be seen and touched, they are inadvertently passed away with time...

The naming of porcelain and lacquerware are all foreigners' correct or wrong understanding of culture, but what is really scary is that after generations of cultural blending and collision, no one knows what the children will be like in a hundred years. How to understand these cultures that belong to China.

It is to regard elements such as cherry blossoms, matcha, and cranes as representatives of Japan; it is to scold other countries for rushing to register the world's intangible cultural heritage, but does not know how far the motherland and the people have gone on the road of protection, and how much they have done?

Or, just like Yancai, you still have to buy back your own culture at a high price from the students of the sages thousands of years ago?
"What's the matter, Xiao An, don't stare at the screen for too long, your eyes will get sore."

"You're not bad, you're not nearsighted until now..." An Ji stared blankly in front of him, the circles of his eyes turned red, and against the background of the computer screen, they looked quite crystal clear, colleagues didn't know what the former was thinking What, I took out the steam eye mask I prepared and handed it over.

"Protect your eyes. Haven't you been looking at the computer for so long? Let me tell you, this computer hurts your eyes more than the screen of your mobile phone." Seeing that An Ji didn't respond, the colleague passed the bag in his hand again, and then put it directly on the screen. on An Ji's desk.

"Here, put it on and rest for a while, or you will become short-sighted after a long time of visual fatigue."

Returning to reality from the thoughts, watching the steam eye mask that my colleague held up for a long time has already put it on the table for herself, An Ji smiled and refused, thinking about ordering a cup of milk tea later to repay this friendship: "Thank you , It’s okay, I’m actually not looking at the computer.”

"That's okay, it's good for the eyes." After getting along for more than a week, colleagues can also see that An Ji often has his own concerns, and that he can't get along with everyone is not because of his bad personality, but because the latter doesn't seem to be for this in itself. A person who is prepared for the environment.

An Ji responded with a smile, tore open the bag and put on the blindfold, leaned back on the chair, and once again lost himself in his thoughts...

Hangzhou is not the city of Lin'an in the Song Dynasty. It is definitely not easy to wait for a snowfall.Even if it is approaching the Mid-Autumn Festival, the wind is not a bit cold.

When it was time to get off work, An Ji walked on the road and looked at the shadows that were getting longer and longer. Only then did he realize that the autumnal equinox was getting closer and closer, and the lotus in the West Lake was also about to bloom.

But in the coming year, the lotus will bloom again, and with the multiplication of autumn and winter, it will produce a pond full of green leaves in the spring of the next year...

(End of this chapter)