"Do you remember why we chose Hangluo to do the completion of the project at that time?"

An Ji's words were quite abrupt, but Ning Yunfan understood the meaning of the person in front of him asking this, which was not only the original intention of everyone, but also An Ji's dream to persist rather than deceive his mother.

Listening to his girlfriend's words, Ning Yunfan couldn't help but be stunned for a long time.

Why? Is it because of the surprise at the time of the encounter, or because of the thousands of years of changes in the history books, it is a landmark product that belongs to the unremitting struggle of the Chinese nation and is in the same vein with culture and economy......

Or is it that you sketch your own ideas on paper, and then when you actually encounter this material, you only feel that the initial imagination is too thin?

Ning Yunfan couldn't tell when he started to take Hang Luo to heart, and chose such a material that young people rarely care about nowadays, or it is difficult to understand from the materials he has understood.

"I don't know what to do, I go deep."

As soon as these words came out, Ning Yunfan and An Ji looked at each other and smiled: Since ancient times, literati have regarded beauty as ideal as you, and they have used herbs to describe themselves as noble, and now the former is very suitable for the situation with Tang Xianzu's words.

The meeting a few years ago, what made the two and An Ji's best friend midsummer amazed and moved, it was never a subtle subsection, but a full of obsessions.

Now the two of them who are hiding things in their hearts still don't have any mind to recall the old things. Just thinking that if he went back at this time, he would definitely let He Yanqing see the clues, so he had to find a cooler place and sit quietly.

"An Ji." After a while, Ning Yunfan opened his mouth, and only followed the breeze to the ears of the person whose name was called, quite carelessly.

An Ji, who was still looking at the lake in the distance in a daze, turned his head sideways, and in a trance, people saw a little ignorance, and hid under the blazing heat that was desperate for all the things he loved: "Huh? ”

"Are you going to keep it a secret?"

is different from An Jianing's ideal supremacy and He Yanqing's reality, the identities of these two people have been completely reversed when they are young people.

Compared with An Ji's attempt without asking about the future, while Ning Yunfan supports it, he still hopes that his girlfriend can really think about all this: "Maybe in a few years?" After all, the older generation has persevered for so many years......"

"Maybe it's not too late when we're at peace and our parents won't be worried?" Although Ning Yunfan chose to hide it for his girlfriend in He Yanqing, in private, he always hoped that the other party could think more thoroughly.

"Besides, if you keep it like this, how long are you going to hide it?"

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

But parents are getting old day by day, if they can't see their children's lives settle down, for their children, how can it not be a lifetime of regret?

"Hide it." An Ji can naturally understand her boyfriend's words, but many times, there are too many uncertainties in life, and it is impossible to plan everything in detail, let alone wait until 'I can't wait any longer' for the sake of the sentence 'can wait'.

"Hide it as long as you can."

How smart was my mother? An Ji knew that even if his father and boyfriend were standing beside him, it was impossible to really keep this matter a secret: "I hope I can hide it until I can make some achievements." ”

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

When you can hide it, you can hide it when you can, take it one step at a time, and when you can't hide it, maybe there will be another way......

The two of them only stood on this hill of more than 100 meters, a grass and a tree were very quiet, and they looked at the entire West Lake along it, and the melancholy that had been hidden in their hearts for a long time was washed away.

An Ji looked back, and only saw four big characters written outside the quaint courtyard with yellow walls and tiles: "Hug Pu Dao Yuan", hugging Pu Hanzhen, which is the pursuit and understanding of life by the sages.

I remember that at that time, looking at the ancient naïve 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 the knowledge from books.

Whether it is the Five Elements Theory or the Yin and Yang Theory, although it is classified as materialism by textbooks, it is always necessary to say a word of mythology.

If it were An Ji today, it would be different: from ancient times to thousands of years, there are Chinese philosophies everywhere...... After all, even a trace of a thread has its own warp and earth,

Put aside those dazzling gold and silver profits, hypocrisy and cunning, and return to his most authentic pursuit, simplicity and nature may be one of the reasons why he loves Shanghangluo? An Ji thought so.

I like the self-repetition that never emphasizes my own value, whether it is the most common thirteen meridians in the factory today, or the anonymous book Hualuo, Shuluo, or even Weaving Jinluo, they are all repeating and repeating with the most simple self, creating a warp and weft in the precipitation of time.

"It's going to be okay, right?" I don't know if I'm asking questions with my boyfriend, or if I'm simply asking my own heart, An Ji muttered.

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

Perhaps not far away, the West Lake, which has been seen for thousands of years, is in Yinghe, and the breeze caresses An Ji's face and shouts: "Yes, yes!" ”

Ning Yunfan on the side only listened silently and didn't say anything. I think it was when I remembered that when I went to pick up An Ji, the familiar rumbling sound came from the factory.

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 month, chasing after each uncle and aunt every day, asking over and over again.

The uncles and aunts responded tirelessly, and this group of young people also meticulously recorded everything......

"I remember that at that time, the best choice in my mind was not Hangluo." This may be the heart-to-heart connection, when Ning Yunfan recalled the beginning, An Ji was also recalling that unexpected encounter.

When the students pursued the collision of shape and color, it was Ning Yunfan who first mentioned the word 'cultural confidence'.

Because his father is a film and television director, Ning Yunfan, who has been familiar with his ears since he was a child, knows very well what elements a good film and television work must have, or to say that it is a 'gimmick'.

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

"It's not just a simple copying of patterns, you see that many of them are copying Western patterns, or some merchants are using Chinese elements, simply copying, without understanding the culture behind them, and they often make trouble."

On that shallow and comfortable afternoon, Ning Yunfan's thoughts were rarely active: "It's the same in film and television, whether it's the steps that have been criticized and rotten over the years, or those are ten dramas, and there are nine and a half guqins that need to be used wrongly." ”

"Even if we study a little more, there will be no fallacies, and we must not be perfunctory in our design."

is different from Ning Yunfan, who majored in drama and film and television from university and graduate school, An Ji and her best friend Sheng Xia both transferred from the history department to study design, in fact, the two have more say in this matter.

But Shengxia is obsessed with the restoration of the system, An Ji is entangled in the inheritance of the pattern, if it were not for Ning Yunfan's suggestion, the starting point of the two would not be the most basic, and it seems that there is no value at all.

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

Midsummer likes the hemp summer cloth, which is cheap and crisp, and is the best choice for restoring some traditional clothing. Even if you can't convince the remaining two in the end, there is nothing wrong with such a fabric to make a new Chinese style.

An Ji plans to splic, using expensive materials such as cloud brocade and cotton dyeing and weaving with ethnic minority characteristics to create a crystallization work that belongs to the wisdom of the whole nation.

Ning Yunfan, on the other hand, fell in love with Xiangyun yarn, which is mysterious and introverted, which is just in line with the characteristics of the Chinese nation, which is hidden but not revealed, and is used to design clothes, which has the same roots as culture......

Under each argument and reason, the three of them almost parted ways and did their own thing, and in the end, Midsummer stood up and took the initiative to retreat, only retaining the inconvenient essence of the system, and making costumes belonging to this era, which calmed down this farce.

It's not noisy, it's not noisy, and the question of what material to use is still in front of everyone, until the three of them returned to their hometown of Hangzhou from BJ during the holiday, and the three of them didn't come up with a result.

"We seem to have an almost lost old craft in Hangzhou." It wasn't where to pick up an old newspaper that day, and a few people looked at it, and it was an old thing from more than ten years ago, not to mention the craftsmanship, just this newspaper can be regarded as an antique.

But it turned out that this newspaper was kept by Grandma in the middle of summer when she was still alive, and the old people always had some habits of being reluctant to waste half of something, even if it was a few cents or a piece of newspaper, there was a big stack at home.

If it weren't for the midsummer after the concession, it was really a fire, and I was very bored to clean up the whole house, and I still couldn't find the old things piled up in the cardboard boxes.

"Why don't you take a look?"

"No ......"

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

Sheng Xia is also a straight person, seeing that his best friend and Ning Yunfan were not only hesitant, but also looked disapproving, he did not hesitate to make a choice for the two.

"Thousands of kilometers away have gone, but don't you go?"

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

It's no wonder that An Ji and Ning Yunfan didn't have the heart to take a look at it at that time, although people don't leave 'food, clothing, housing and transportation' and 'silk satin', just like how many people don't know how to live a real life, and how many people really know what 'silk and satin' should look like?

But the Aya in the eyes of many people is the wrongful behind the three-foot white silk; How many people remember Luo, only staying in the sentence of 'blood-colored Luo skirt turning over wine stains'?

Therefore, all encounters may be inevitable. Without the attraction of history, Ning Yunfan's choice, and the purging of midsummer, even if this factory is at his doorstep, An Ji may not have the opportunity to understand it in his lifetime.

A newspaper more than a decade ago, a factory that is not sure if it still exists today. There is no contact information, and you can't even call in advance.

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

Not only hope that the factory on the news will still be built in the same place, and the three of them can have one more choice, but also feel that Hangluo will not become the fabric that will be left in the end, and would rather the former have been relocated and closed down, so as not to put another time and quarrel a little more.

But what really makes An Ji indescribable is that when he really saw the factory standing there in the news as before, he breathed a sigh of relief, but he was also worried......

The chaos around reflects the orderliness of the factory, and eight out of ten contemporary young people are afraid of society, don't look at the good chat on the Internet, but when they really come to this factory, the three of them don't know how to take the initiative to speak.

It was also a sweltering summer, and the three of them, who were already too nervous to know how to speak, were sweaty from the oppressive atmosphere in the factory and the deafening sound of looms.

The dense but extremely orderly interior of the factory, empty and tall but still does not bring half a cool and quiet space, all this can undoubtedly bring a strong sense of oppression, and more and more people who feel a little impolite because they do not tell can not organize their language well.

In the end, it was Midsummer, the most daring social cow, who tried to speak: "Hello? We are design students and want to know more about ......"

It's a pity that even though Midsummer has amplified its own voice by two times, it is still buried in the noise that does not stop for a moment.

The three of them felt more and more embarrassed by their rash intrusion, and since the shouts had been muffled, and seeing that the uncles and aunts inside were working hard, they felt more and more that they should not be disturbed.

After standing in place for about three to five minutes, even the back of the hand, which is not easy to sweat, seemed to be blocked by hot and humid moisture......

At the moment when everyone turned around, out of it came an aunt with slightly gray hair, about sixty years old, with a pair of eyes quite bright.

"You're here?" Aunt Zhang's tone was not half bored or dissatisfied, just with vigilant doubts.

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

"Hello Auntie, we want to know about Hangluo."

"We wanted to try to use our traditional materials to make the design, I don't know ......"

Midsummer was only halfway through his words when he was interrupted by Aunt Zhang, who welcomed the three of them directly in: "I'm just going to rest for a while, I'll take you to see these old things, if there's anything you want to know, you can ask me." ”

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