Fortunately, my colleague closed the window in time, and the succulent tree on An Ji's desktop did not die.

"Xiao An, you didn't close the window yesterday, and the documents on the table flew everywhere, and Li Jing, who was at a loss, saw it and helped you close it, otherwise you would have to clean it up today." Seeing An Ji carrying a bag into the door, his colleague pointed to the document with some water marks on the side and reminded him with kind words.

"Okay, thank you." An Ji nodded in response, didn't say anything else, sat in front of the computer, sorted out the things on the desktop, and started his dull day again.

Yesterday's clouds were already carried away by the breeze, and the clear sky and blue sun can give people a good mood, even if it was An Ji, who had just had a fruitless cold war with his mother yesterday, he was still raised by the light that covered the table.

Typing on the keyboard is easy for Anji itself, and at first it will be limited because of the unfamiliarity with the backend of the major platforms that have been updated and iterated.

After less than a week of getting acquainted with it, the job arranged by He Yanqing for his daughter is even less challenging, An Ji yawns, and at the same time has already finished the work, more often than not, he only leans back in the chair and does nothing.

[Rather than a lonely boat: I heard my uncle say, you had a conflict with your aunt yesterday? 】

[Rather a sail is a lonely boat: [Unbelievable. JPEG]】

[Rather be a lonely boat: I told you, you and your aunt's temperament itself is that no one will let anyone, if you can't listen to it, you should come down first, and if there is anything, you can calm down and talk to your aunt. 】

Looking at the message sent by Ning Yunfan, An Ji sighed: It's not that he doesn't want to be quiet, but it's really that his own mother doesn't give him a chance to explain anything......

[Rather than a lonely boat: Actually, I don't think my aunt can't listen to what you say]

[Rather be a lonely boat: Aunt has always respected your choice]

[Andeyun Kaiyueji: So? 】

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

Looking at the screen in a daze, 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 everyone did not support her, and was her strongest backing.

But in the matter of Hang Luo, his mother is like a demon - although An Ji has faintly realized that the reason is probably related to his father these days, everything is still just speculation.

Linked to the things that his father put on the balcony, coupled with what Ning Yunfan said now, he couldn't help but make An Ji suspicious, his mother must be hiding something from herself, maybe she didn't want to reveal her father's black history, or maybe there was something more difficult to talk about......

[Rather be a lonely boat: I said casually, don't you go directly to ask your aunt]

Seeing that An Ji didn't respond for a long time, Ning Yunfan was also a little worried, for fear that the former would break the sand pot with He Yanqing and ask to the end because of his random speculation, directly ignoring his aunt's purpose in concealing this matter.

Don't look at An Ji has his own soft concessions, not as straightforward as Midsummer, but the idea is not ordinarily positive. As long as An Ji has plans and questions, he will practice them immediately, and there will be absolutely no delay.

【Ande Yunkai Moonlight: ......】

[Ande Yunkai Yueji: I'm not stupid enough to ask my mother directly]

[Ande Yunkai Yueji: Since she wants to hide it from me, she must have her own reasons, even if I ask now, she can't tell me]

[Rather a sail is a lonely boat: [sigh] [sigh] [sigh]

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

After putting down the phone, all that left me was to lean back, turn my chair, lean back in the office chair and look out the window - nothing to do, helpless.

After lunch and the work at hand came to an end, An Ji looked sleepy on his phone, held his chin and was stunned for a while, his eyelids were still fighting, and he simply lay on the table in front of him, sleeping with his arms on his pillow.

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

"Why did you come today?" It's Aunt Zhang's voice, but the words that come out are really strange, not as gentle and generous as usual, but with a little bitterness.

"Since you're here, don't hurry up, you'll have to be lazy when it's hot......"

Before An Ji could react, he had already been pulled down in front of the loom, and before he could recover from the deafening "boom", An Ji only felt that the whole person was hot and stuffy, as if he couldn't breathe.

"I'm already late, why are you still stunned and don't know what to do?" This voice is obviously Aunt Wang's, but it is clear that Aunt Wang cares about her body the most on weekdays, why is it ...... today

Before An Ji could figure all this, he found that his hands had been caressed on the loom, and his whole person was like a marionette, tirelessly busy.

His hand was sore, and An Ji wanted to stop, but his arm was no different from being electrocuted, and it was numb and painful when he moved slightly.

"This can't be done, what kind of wild talk is there to take us Hangluo, if you want me to say that the current children, they really have to insist on not insisting, they will only talk empty words!"

No, An Ji knows: These words will definitely not be said by aunts and uncles, is he on the wrong path? Just where? Is this a dream? Why do dreams feel numb in my arms?

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

Pricking up his ears, An Ji wanted to hear clearly what the chatter was about, and what he heard vaguely just now was replaced by the mechanical sound of 'buzzing and rumbling'.

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

"You can't sleep like that, it's already under the sun, and you're still lying on your arms, and you're going to hold it for a long time."

It turned out that the colleague saw An Ji lying on the table and breathing a little fast, so he shook the person awake, and chattered for a long time with words of helplessness and concern, and then handed the document in his hand to An Ji, who was a little slow.

"An Ji, I've put the documents here for you, you can get them slowly."

"Don't sleep like that, even if you can't hold it back for the cervical spine." Seeing that An Ji had completely woken up from his sleep, his colleague sighed while returning to his workstation, "My arm is numb, my blood is not smooth, and it is not good for my body."

"Thank you." After waking up, he found that the roar of Shicai was still ringing in his ears, and he had just slept on the table a little suffocated, An Ji only felt that his heartbeat was faster, until he found the source of the sound, and then he came back to his senses and reacted to his colleague's words.

patted the computer host that was still ringing non-stop, An Ji faced the computer, massaging with his arms crossed, trying to relieve the numbness.

After his arms eased, 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 against the document that had been prepared on the computer.

"If you don't see you for a day, if you don't see it every other autumn, autumn is just ......"

The copywriting was ready, but An Ji was stunned. Isn't that upside-down dream just now exactly what belongs to me, 'not seeing each other for a day as if it were every other autumn'?

At this time, An Ji has completely walked out of the trance and psychedelic dream, as the so-called 'thinking day and night', the reason why Aunt Zhang and Aunt Wang in the dream are so different from real life is not difficult to explain.

An Ji knew that it was the suppressed emotions in his heart that turned into nightmares, so he would have such a bizarre dream in broad daylight. But when she calmed down, An Ji couldn't help but think of those years......

"Although it has been better in recent years, there are still very few young people who come to buy it." Every time she mentioned it, Aunt Wang sighed for a while, "Basically, the old Hangzhou people know about it and buy it back to make clothes." ”

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

"Can't you please come back?" At that time, it was when Sheng Xia and Ning Yunfan were both designing together in the factory, and Sheng Xia asked out loud without thinking about it.

"Hey......"

Now not only Aunt Wang sighed, but the uncles and aunts who were listening to a few people chatting next to them all looked helpless: "How many years have you been here, where can I find these people?" ”

"Besides, even if you can find it, they are all very old, even if it is to trouble them to bring apprentices, it is not as easy as imagined."

Now Midsummer also understands that what Aunt Wang said is probably decades ago, that is, her grandparents' generation...... Nowadays, it is indeed impossible for the generation of grandparents to return to work in the factory, or to take apprentices.

Listening to Aunt Wang's words, Aunt Zhang couldn't help but sigh lightly, and began to talk to the three young people about the prosperity in history: "It's useless to mention back then, if you go back decades or hundreds of years, it's different." ”

"But it was useless to mention it back then, but now let more people know that Hangluo is the key."

Hangluo has an international influence, and many time-honored brands will also buy clothes to sell, but in the fast-growing modern society, Hangluo must not be complacent, only stay in the memory and nostalgia of the older generation, and become an expired product that is "behind the times" and "does not meet the needs of the times" in the mouth of others.

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

"If you are learning English now, you all know that in the eyes of foreigners, porcelain is synonymous with China, but there are some sayings that lacquerware is the same as Japanese."

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

"After the inscription, we also went to understand what other inheritors are doing, such as porcelain, which we use in every household, and many people are willing to learn about it without publicity."

"Like the lacquerware that is also said on the Internet now, there are actually many people who are making it, and it is also a price that our people can accept...... It's just that, like silk, is regarded by many people as an unattainable thing. ”

What Aunt Zhang said was deeply engraved in An Ji's heart when she studied history, otherwise she would not have prompted the latter to give up and continue to study history with her mentor, and instead chose the difficult road of using fashion design to spread Chinese culture.

In the past, An Ji just looked at those words, which was shocking enough and embarrassing enough.

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

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

Whether it is the naming of porcelain or lacquerware, it is a foreigner's understanding of the culture or right or wrong, but what is really terrible is that after the cultural integration and collision of generations after generations, no one knows how the children will understand these Chinese cultures in a hundred years.

It is the cherry blossoms, matcha, and cranes that are used as representatives of Japan. Is it scolding other countries for preemptively registering the world's intangible cultural heritage, but they don't know how far the motherland and the people have gone on the road of protection and how much they have done?

Or, like Rock Color, to bring back their own culture from the students of the sages of thousands of years ago?

"What's wrong Xiao An, don't stare at the screen for too long, your eyes will be sour."

"You're really good, you haven't been short-sighted until now...... An Ji stared at the front in a daze, his eyes were visibly red, and against the backdrop of the computer screen, he looked quite crystalline, and his colleague didn't know what the former was thinking, so he took out the steam eye mask he prepared and handed it over.

"Take good care of your eyes, haven't you looked at the computer for so long? If you want me to say, this computer hurts your eyes more than a mobile phone screen. Seeing that An Ji didn't respond, his colleague handed over the bag in his hand again, and then simply put it on An Ji's desk.

"Well, put it on and rest for a while, otherwise after a long period of visual fatigue, it will be time for myopia."

Returning to reality from his thoughts, seeing that his colleague had already put the steam eye mask on the table for a long time, An Jixiao was embarrassed to refuse, thinking about ordering a cup of milk tea to repay the friendship: "Thank you, it's okay, I'm not actually looking at the computer." ”

"That's fine, it's good for the eyes." After getting along for more than a week, colleagues can also see that An Ji often has her own thoughts, and she can't integrate with everyone not because of her bad personality, but because the latter doesn't seem to be a person who is prepared for this kind of environment.

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

Hangzhou is not the Lin'an City of the Song Dynasty, and it is definitely not easy to wait for a snowfall. So much so that even if the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, the wind is not a little cold.

When it was time to get off work, An Ji walked on the road and looked at the longer and longer shadows, only to react that the autumn equinox was getting closer and closer, and the lotus flowers in the West Lake had also reached the time of failure.

However, in the coming year, the lotus flowers will bloom again, and with the reproduction of autumn and winter, they will give birth to full pond green leaves in the spring of the next year......

(End of chapter)