The wind urges the winter cold, the rain falls on the clothes, and the umbrella collects people back to the room, and it is inevitable to soak the cold and dampness all over the house.

Suddenly poured in such a tired but also clear atmosphere, An Ji, who only called the sketch on the desk, frowned helplessly, and subconsciously looked sideways in the direction of the door.

"What are you doing on this rainy day?" He Yanqing muttered while handing the steaming tomato and egg soup with pepper to An Jianing, who had not yet changed his shoes.

The latter smiled flatteringly, and handed the bag he was carrying to He Yanqing.

Glancing at the contents of the bag, He Yanqing's face softened a little, and he glanced at An Jianing with a more or less half-smile of contempt: "If you have a cold, you still want me and my daughter to take care of you, can't such an adult save people's snacks?" ”

Listening to the fact that the atmosphere had eased up, An Ji breathed a sigh of relief and continued to devote his energy to the sketch in front of him.

But An Jianing is An Jianing in the end, and he must be more familiar with his daughter-in-law's temperament than his own girl, and he understands that today's matter is naturally not over here, so he hurriedly packed himself, sent his umbrella to the toilet, and flushed it with water.

Sure enough, as soon as An Jia Ningfu came out of the bathroom, he saw He Yanqing sitting cross-legged in the corner of the sofa at home, just waiting to give himself a trial.

"You've been away from home every day lately, what are you doing?" He Yanqing didn't say anything to An Jianing, "You haven't been normal in the past two weeks, if you don't say anything about your father or child, I think An Ji is with you!" ”

It has been more than two weeks since An Jianing left home for the first time, and in the past two weeks, the former has always found various reasons to go out early and return late, Rao is He Yanqing does not doubt his husband's loyalty to the family, and has to wonder what An Jianing is secretly doing.

"I didn't do anything, but an old friend asked me for something."

I have to say that An Jianing is really weak now, and her daughter-in-law linked herself with what her girl did at home before in a word, and she really saw herself thoroughly.

Don't look at the look of low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, An Jianing's heart is constantly circling, and his eyes are still hovering on the bag of food on the coffee table from time to time, calculating that in the case of 'eating people's mouths', this bag of food can give him a chance to 'live'.

"Didn't do anything?"

"It's just that if your friends are looking for you to get together, you don't need to tell me in advance." He Yanqing was very vigilant, and he could easily grasp the little Jiujiu in An Jianing's heart, "Is it really when we are teachers of educational psychology?" ”

"Your little bit of caution is not much more than that of a three-year-old child!"

He Yanqing could feel that something was wrong with her husband recently, and An Jianing didn't plan to keep it a secret - but the latter couldn't figure out how the former would react after telling the truth.

In the tank? Just like when the two first got married, let the whole family bear the consequences for themselves in the end?

didn't want to face the reality too early, so An Jianing was still sloppy with He Yanqing, thinking about how long he could fool this matter.

"It's not about helping them do something in the movies." After thinking about it, An Jianing still planned to knock on the side to find out He Yanqing's tolerance, "I haven't had anything to do lately, I'll help when I have time, after all, we are all friends, and I'm embarrassed to talk about money with others." ”

It's understandable for friends to help each other, If it weren't for the authority of his colleagues to lift their own wounds, He Yanqing wouldn't have untied the knot so quickly and let his daughter do what she wanted.

"Really?" He Yanqing still meant something, "Are you filming with others?" It's been two weeks. ”

"Besides, how long have you not moved, and your friends are reassured of you?"

"You don't believe it, call Xiao Ning's uncle!" An Jianing suddenly remembered his lifesaver, "Or you ask Xiao Ning, he is in his uncle's crew now." ”

"I asked people what they were doing. Isn't it a mess for others? He Yanqing was suspicious, but for some reason, he was willing to let An Jianing go, and did not continue to interrogate, "Don't mention Xiao Ning's child, didn't you bring other people's children to deceive me together?" ”

"Okay, I don't care what you've been doing lately, you have to take care of the affairs at home, otherwise I'll have to clean up the housework when I come back from work for a day......"

[Rather than a lonely boat: You guessed it, your dad and my uncle have been together recently]

[Ande Yunkai Yueji: I didn't guess, I listened to my dad and my mom. What have the two of them been doing lately? My dad went out early and returned late, my mom didn't detain people in the foyer for interrogation, just let people go]

[Rather be a lonely boat: what else can they do? Speaking of which, my uncle has an intention to talk to you, isn't he making a historical film recently, and now it mainly revolves around three Song Dynasty lyricists: Li Qingzhao, Su Shi, Liu Yong]

[Ande Yunkai Yueji: Does no one care about Xin Qiji and Wang Anshi? 】

Subconsciously, An Ji was led astray by Ning Yunfan's topic, and when he reacted, he snorted at the screen, with a little dissatisfaction, and the typing speed of his subordinates was much faster.

[Ande Yunkai Yueji: You wait, and you are biased towards me, what are my dad and your uncle doing, I asked him in the past two days, and he also looked secretive]

[Ande Yunkai Yueji: When my mother and I had a quarrel because I learned Hangluo weaving, I didn't tell the truth to both of you, but now I have become an outsider? 】

Looking at the six words 'the other party is typing' on the dialog box, An Ji put his phone on the desktop for a long time, staring at the screen, wanting to see what excuse Ning Yunfan could give.

[Rather than a lonely boat: Uncle An and my uncle want to do a drama]

[Rather than be a lonely boat: My uncle said that my uncle and aunt had conflicts because of the drama that they did, and they didn't succeed that year, and my uncle always felt sorry for my aunt and you]

[Rather be a lonely boat: So their idea is that their ideas back then are just in line with the needs of the times, and they will report to you and your aunt when they have some achievements]

[Rather than a lonely boat: So my uncle and uncle won't let me say, including you, even if your aunt asks you one day, it's okay if you don't know, if you know...... It seems that we are only hiding from my aunt when we are together, which is really inappropriate]

An Ji now understands why there are always people on the Internet who love to use 'Lu Xun literature' to learn Xianglin's sister-in-law to go crazy - now it is true: I only know that they have a situation hidden from me, and I don't know that there is a more far-reaching story behind this situation.

Why did her mother stop herself from learning Hangluo weaving, and why she didn't want to understand her passionate dream, An Ji finally got the answer now.

"An Ji, it's time to eat!"

"I said that I was drawing a manuscript at home, and I didn't hear you write for a long time......" An Ji came to the table, He Yanqing saw that the former was holding a mobile phone in his hand, and he didn't mean to put it down for a while, and he couldn't help but continue to chatter, "When I go to school, I just look at my phone and procrastinate." ”

"What you are doing now is what you like, and if you are still delaying it like this, what can you accomplish then?"

scooped a spoonful of soup and poured it into An Ji's bowl, He Yanqing sat down at this time, didn't say anything more, but glanced at the father and daughter with his eyes, and poured soup for himself.

An Jianing was confident that no one at home knew what he was doing, Rao was weak-hearted, or stretched out his chopsticks, what dishes should be clipped, but he didn't notice that his daughter was restless on the side, and her heart was very frizzy.

Grab the bowl and drink it all, but fortunately, the temperature of the tomato and egg soup is not too hot, just right. An Ji tried her best to hide herself with the bowl so that her mother would not notice her at the dinner table - that look just now, her mother specified that she had discovered something!

"Still drinking?" He Yanqing reached out to pick up the porcelain bowl in An Ji's hand, and found that the latter's state seemed to be a little abnormal, "Isn't it delicious?" Can I put too much pepper? ”

"It's raining today, and the humidity and cold are heavy, don't you know the phrase 'eat ginger and knife soldiers at night'? If you don't get used to pepper, I won't give it to you. ’

"No, no, it's delicious." Realizing that he was unnatural, An Ji was afraid of revealing the filling, and swallowed the saliva to cover up the spicy taste on the tip of his tongue, "It's good, I just thought of something else." ”

"Okay, it's good to drink."

was recognized for his cooking skills, He Yanqing didn't think about what happened just now, and filled a full bowl for his daughter, and put it on the table steadily: "It's a little full, you take a sip first, otherwise you will spill it directly." ”

Enduring the spicy pepper and the slight itch from the nostrils, An Ji poured a big sip violently, raised his head and smiled at his mother He Yanqing, "It's a little light, the salt may be less, but it's delicious." ”

"If you like to drink, if you love to drink, Mom will make a pot for you and your dad."

"I just asked him, and he said it was fine...... Then next time we'll make the peppered ones. ”

He Yanqing said to himself, there is a beauty that ignores the life and death of the two people who are biting their back molars and drinking soup, which makes the two people with ghosts in their hearts wonder if they have been exposed, and now the former is here to take revenge.

Look up again and see that although it is delicious, there are still more than a dozen packets of bamboo shoots that are not fried in the refrigerator - maybe the two of them really think too much, it is nothing more than a sentence of 'delicious', which is very likely to be exchanged for a dish until you vomit......

"What's wrong? Hurry up and eat it, didn't you say this bamboo shoot was delicious that day? ”

"Hurry up and eat, there is still in the refrigerator after eating, and we will make it tomorrow, don't be reluctant to eat!" With a large number of chopsticks and put them in his bowl, He Yanqing seemed to be completely unaware of the rejection of the two opposite.

The window is quiet and the rain is quiet, and An Ji is still deducting the details on the sketch. After all, Hangluo's materials are different from other materials, and the luster and texture cannot be easily replaced, and the 'precious' attribute of Hangluo's materials itself is destined to be impossible for An Ji to get started at will, and it is inevitable that the details will be finalized.

What's more, An Ji is cut with a Chinese-style plane, and before the scissors go down, there is basically no room for turning, and the data must be calculated......

With that incident at night, it was difficult for An Ji to calm down, she couldn't sleep, and she tossed and turned when she was awake, and she didn't dare to easily finalize it in her own state.

"Why don't you sleep yet?" Seeing that the lights were still on on his daughter's side, An Jianing walked into the house with a cup of hot tea, pulled over the chair lightly, sat on it and took a sip of tea, "If you don't have an idea, just rest first, these things can't be rushed." ”

An Ji didn't answer, just put the pencil in his hand lightly on the table, and turned his head to stare at his father.

A sense of oppression similar to He Yanqing struck, An Jianing was stared at, and could only laugh and gag: "What's the matter, what do you want Dad to do for you?" ”

"Are you hungry, I see that your mother always makes this bamboo shoot, and you probably don't like to eat it...... Dad went out to buy you something to eat? ”

An Ji was silent, and now An Jianing was completely aware of the wrong thing, and whispered: "What's the matter, why are you and your mother like this today?" ”

"Dad, what are you doing with Uncle Ning?"

"Ah, I'm ......" Ning Yunfan, this kid, what do you say about the difference between good Weng? Sold yourself as soon as you turned around? An Jianing was weak-hearted, but An Jianing pretended to be stupid and didn't admit it, "We are classmates and friends, and there is something ...... him over there."

"I heard what Ning Yunfan meant, Dad, you and Uncle Ning, you wanted to show our Zhejiang's folk stories in a new way of drama, but there was no market at the beginning." It's so late, An Ji doesn't plan to entangle with his father, so he just puts his words on the surface.

Originally, An Ji didn't expect the former to explain the facts to him, so he only sighed, "When I was competing with my mother, didn't I tell you too?" Dad, you told me that I would help you find a way for you, not that after you were caught by my mother, I was confused and followed the training! ”

"Aren't I afraid that you and your mother will worry?"

"The market is really different now and back then, and your Uncle Ning and I have attracted a lot of people to see you make that short drama, plus he is going to make a third-tier Song Dynasty drama recently, isn't this an instant hit...... It's a long-cherished wish of the year. ”

Hearing what his father said so much, An Ji still didn't speak. Because An Ji knew that An Jianing must have a lot of old things that he wanted to talk about with himself before he could express his feelings.

"At that time, we also relied on enthusiasm, but we really didn't consider the market at that time."

"At that time, it should be said that it was a wave of foreign cultural shock, and everyone was not so wealthy economically, so it was not so easy to accept this kind of drama with a strong sense of culture." Looking back on the past years, there was no waste, but in the end there was only bitterness.

Unscrewed the lid of the teacup, An Jianing blew open the floating leaves on the surface, and took a sip of tea: "At that time, the drama itself did not make money, and if you played a Shakespeare play, there might be people who chased the new trend and saved money to watch it, but we were bent on doing what we wanted to do, and now that we think about it, it is too naïve." ”

In the eighties and nineties, in the early days of reform and opening up, the economy was far less developed than it is now, and food and clothing were already desired.

Coupled with the openness and influx of Western culture, Shakespeare's plays, even today, are still synonymous with 'trend' and 'elegance' in the eyes of many people......

"Now, I only hope that my own ideas when I was young can take advantage of the trend of the times to make some achievements, one is to fulfill the dream of going to sea with culture back then, and the other is to let this knot in your mother's heart be untied."

The moon and stars are heavy, the warm lights are in the arms, and the sky and the world all reflect the road ahead - once the road ahead was just an ideal, and now the road ahead is with you.

(End of chapter)