Sitting in front of the shaking machine, An Ji's heart was still chaotic, seeing that the pipe was already wrapped with silk that had just been drawn from the basket in the water, but he was still stunned and continued to shake.

"An Ji, did your mother and Uncle talk about you again after they went home?" Aunt Zhang saw that An Ji was wrong today, and asked, "Actually, ......"

Even if An Ji has been maneuvering between the two sides, Aunt Zhang knows a little about An Ji's parents, and if you look at An Ji's state today, you can basically be sure in her heart.

"If you're in a bad mood, it's better to go out and take a walk, and after two days you will figure it out thoroughly, and we will support you in whatever decision you make."

"Well......" An Ji stopped his swinging car at this time, and became more and more confused for a while, "But I have nowhere to go." ”

If he continues to be in this state, he will not be able to do things well, and An Ji himself knows it very well. It's just that when dreams and reality wrap people tightly in the middle, just like the silkworms in the cocoon, there is no extra space to be pressed.

"If you don't understand, go out and walk around." Aunt Zhang came to An Ji's side, took the shaken pipes, turned around and put them in the basin on the side, and then said to An Ji again, "You see, we said before that there are those ......steles left in the Machine God Temple."

"Now we don't know all the exact location, maybe you can go and see, didn't you study history in graduate school? Maybe you can have some resonance, and you can figure it out? ”

I think that An Ji switched from the history department to clothing design back then, and it was precisely for the heavy silk of the country and the gorgeous costumes of the clan in the history books, and the neon clothes and feathers that made the whole world 'surrender'.

I think that at the beginning, An Ji also had a dispute with her mother for a period of time - An Ji's choice of history was beyond He Yanqing's expectations, as for this costume design, the future is as uncertain as An Jianing's choice of drama and film and television in that era.

"Okay." Regardless of the success or failure of the past, there is always a way forward in reality, silkworms can break out of the cocoon and be reborn, after all, they have to explore a direction to break through the shackles, "I strive to figure it out today." ”

This sentence is to fight for An Ji to listen to yourself, sometimes benign psychological hints are essential, if you don't have confidence, then it's useless for others to say more.

"Go ahead, it's enough for you to shake these pipes, don't worry, if you need us, we're here at any time."

Only his father's support is too thin, when a group of people support their own choice, An Ji is also a little bolder, stepping on the bicycle, when the breeze sweeps the broken hair, the sunny sun is just a touch of youthful light, and can no longer be an obstacle to cowering.

The wind and rain of the night before have been hidden by Hangzhou in Futian, the last trace of the street, that is, the lowest-lying corner of the street, and the original color of the road surface has been restored.

The stele located in the Hangzhou Stele Forest An Ji has been seen at the beginning. The old road is repeated, An Ji hopes to be able to recall his thousand-year-old heart from it, and give himself a reason to persist even if he deceives his mother.

"Love you ......"

"Hero ......"

The intermittent singing came from the nearby courtyard wall, and I don't know which elementary school the children were in physical education class, laughing, running and jumping, and they were very happy.

"Elementary school?" Pulling over and stopping the bicycle, An Ji turned on his phone and looked at the map, "Since I happened to come here first, let's take a look first, and then go to the Forest of Steles." ”

The old bricks are carved in ancient times, and the cultural protection sign stops there, silently telling the glorious scenery that has been wrapped in existence. The ancient carvings with missing horns, just three words, and the water marks and moss are full of history.

"Interested in this?"

"Now many people say that this is feudal superstition, and two days ago, when parents picked up their children, they said, how can these things be protected as cultural relics!"

The sudden appearance of the old man startled An Ji, and when he came back to his senses, he responded: "Hmm." ”

"It's rare, it's rare......"