Drafts are wasted one after another, and no matter how good the creator is, he has a bottleneck period, and An Ji is now stuck on the conditions needed for quantitative change to produce qualitative change.

can't move forward, and the consequence of staying in place is that An Ji can't stand any of his current design works, and throws away the waste manuscripts one after another.

On the table, on the ground, on the bed, the crumpled waste paper made An Ji a little irritable - crumpled another paper ball in his hand, An Ji sighed, and cleaned it up expressionlessly.

The uneven folds were like An Ji's chaotic heart, looking at the drafts stacked together more than half a meter high, An Ji patted hard, trying to smooth the gaps in them, but after a long time, it was still in vain.

The twinkling stars seemed to be shouting, shouting that the night was dark, shouting that An Ji was incompetent......

Click, click, click......"

"Click, click......"

"Ah, that's bad." An Ji put the shuttle in his hand aside, frowned and twisted his hand together, "What's wrong today, I did it wrong again." ”

The design was uninspired, and even the weaving was repeatedly wrong, and in less than an hour, the thread had been broken three or five times. An Ji was so confused that he couldn't even count how many times the silk thread had been broken, and he couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

After a false buckle, An Ji didn't bother his master Aunt Zhang again, but silently read it to himself over and over again in his heart: can't be distracted, since there are still things that haven't been resolved, let alone make mistakes in other things, otherwise won't it be forever impossible to deal with it?

"Click, bang!"

"Click, click......"

The sound of 'booming rumbling' in the Hangluo factory is still rhythmically carried out, and An Ji's distraction at this moment has not been noticed, but it has added great pressure to An Ji himself, for fear that if there is anything wrong, he will not even be able to do the weaving well, and he will really achieve nothing.

"Bang!"

As the silk thread broke again, An Ji's psychology couldn't help but collapse a little: "Hey, ah! ”

To tell the truth, although An Jianing has been living a mediocre life because An Jianing pursued his dreams back then, An Ji, who has always lived in the love of his parents, has actually never encountered any insurmountable ups and downs in the past 20 years.

When he was in school, An Ji did not encounter a bottleneck period, but at that time, An Ji was able to see the classmates around him who were also working hard to overcome, and there was no such pressure as now - the design was not new, the weaving was not good, and the entanglement that had been lingering in his heart, An Ji couldn't help but wonder whether he was 'worthy'.

"What's wrong with the girl? Look at you sitting for a long time, what can I help you Aunt Wang, don't be polite to your Aunt Wang! After taking the water, Aunt Wang just walked back and saw An Ji staring at the loom in front of her in a daze, "What's wrong with it?" You talk to Aunt Wang to see if I can explain it to you! ”

Aunt Wang is too enthusiastic, but it is not appropriate for An Ji to respond now, and she didn't know how to respond to Aunt Wang's concern for a while: "I'm fine, Aunt Wang, don't worry, you do your first, I'll ask you if there's something." ”

Seeing that An Ji really didn't look like there was something serious, Aunt Wang put her mind at ease, said a few words to An Ji, walked straight to her workstation, picked up the shuttle soaked in the water again, and let the latter show Luo in this world with her own face between shuttles.

"Whew...... Let's hope there are no more problems! ”

bamboo, golden, purple, green; peony flowers, red, ink, blue, pink; Lotus, double-petaled, single-petaled, freehand, fine-brushed......

Filled with the blueprints he hadn't finished yesterday, An Ji shook his head violently, trying to clear all the messy content in his mind.

Hangluo weaving is inheritance, clothing design is innovation, both are the focus of Anji's work today, if it is usual, Anji will definitely put the design away, after all, the inheritance in front of it is fundamental.

Besides, cooperating with Midsummer is nothing more than making a little less money for both of them, but now they have signed a contract with the crew, and if they can't pay it at that time, the compensation for breach of contract will be light.

The more you don't think about something, the more it keeps spinning in your head until you can't do anything. Even if you are planning, it is impossible to prioritize the two things that are difficult to prioritize.

Find out what's more important and do it first. It's often the 'good words' of outsiders, but not everything can be compared to the best - just like many people in their student days, the next week is the final exam, and now you have to prepare for the sports competition in three days.

An Ji is like this, the two things have a common purpose, but they are not well compatible. I wanted to separate the main and secondary ones and solve them in order, but instead of helping, this added to the worries, so that An Ji couldn't do anything.

"What's wrong An Ji, are you still uncomfortable?"

"You shake your head for a long time, is it cold and the cervical spine is not good?" Aunt Wang's greeting was like the last straw that overwhelmed the camel, and it was completely spread on An Ji's body, "If you are not feeling well, take a good rest, I will go and talk to your Aunt Zhang, no, you can go home and rest for a few days?" ”

"Haven't you been working with your boyfriend Uncle Ning Yunfan for that drama recently? Even if you are young, but having a healthy body is the capital, if you keep going like this, you will burn yourself out! ”

The uncles and aunts unabashedly care and care, the close to doting persuasion when they make mistakes, the knot in the heart that the mother let go of in order to pursue her dreams, and Uncle Ning Yunfan's discussion regardless of possible possibilities gave him a chance......

An Ji felt more and more that he was doing nothing now, and he was really sorry for anyone. But self-blame can't change anything at all, the more An Ji blames herself, the more she doesn't dare to show it on her face, and the more chaotic her heart becomes.

"I'm fine, Aunt Wang, you don't have to worry about me." Swallowing the bitterness in her heart, An Ji tried to bring up a smile, "I'm fine, but I'm not too good." ”

confided in his 'mistakes', An Ji didn't know whether his heart was full of grievances, or self-deprecation for his incompetence, his eyes couldn't help but be a little red, only because the person in front of him was someone he trusted, he dared to reveal half of his thoughts.

Seeing that the girl in front of her hid the tears that were about to fall, Aunt Wang knew that the former must have something unspeakable, so she immediately stopped her movements, stood up and said without doubt: "No, I'll go and talk to your Aunt Zhang, she feels more sorry for your apprentice than me!" ”

This farce finally developed to a stable stage: Aunt Zhang was called over by Aunt Wang, and An Ji was 'forced to take leave' by Aunt Zhang.

Bizhu climbs high, and on the day of the Golden Bamboo Race, An Ji rode his bicycle, and his heart that finally calmed down was picked up by the bamboo on the street again.

Don't look over to An Ji, who didn't want to say anything, but was forced to see the purple bamboo forest in the middle of the mountain and the Buddhist temple not far away, and finally just wanted to find a place where no one was there and cry, and let out the exhaustion that had accumulated during this time.

But An Ji didn't do this after all, not to mention that he is now half a public figure, if he is photographed by someone with a heart, he may be titled what kind of title he will be.

"The post-90s district-level intangible cultural heritage inheritors wept bitterly in no one's place, or because of ......"

"She is glamorous in front of the camera, she is behind the camera, a bicycle, her face is full of tears, what does the identity of the inheritor of intangible cultural heritage bring her?"

The short drama on the short video platform can become popular because of 'one to ten, ten to hundred', and when it is impersonated and ruined, it also attracts ten times and a hundred times the scolding, and now it is the same, An Ji knows that he must not be caught by others because of his cowardice Any excuse to slander intangible cultural heritage.

All the way home, An Ji wanted to collapse directly on the bed, but before his body was stained on the mattress, An Ji suddenly sat up again......

"What's wrong with you, coming back so early today?" An Ji didn't report his situation to He Yanqing all the way, so He Yanqing followed behind after He Yanqing hit An Ji when he returned home, and watched the latter's behavior of sitting and standing together.

Surprised that he hadn't noticed that his mother had been following behind him, An Ji really realized what kind of chaos he had in his mind in the past two days, and after a long sigh, he explained: "Isn't this the design drawing more anxious, and the uncles and aunts also mean that I should get it almost the same first, so as not to get it too late." ”

"Then you don't have to be in such a hurry, do you? Weaving also disregarded? Can't you get creative ideas from above? ”

Mother He Yanqing actually asked three rhetorical questions in a row, which An Ji is clear, but as the so-called 'the authorities are obsessed with bystanders', even if An Ji can understand what his mother means now, it does not mean that An Ji can find a way out on her own.

"Okay, I don't care about you anymore, I can't care about you!"

"Since you're back to do the design, you should go and paint, and finish it...... After all, you yourself now take Hangluo as your main business, and you can't say that you won't do anything for a month or two for such a cooperation. ”

"Help me close the door." Knowing that her mother should have finished speaking, An Ji did not respond directly, "I won't eat lunch, I don't want to eat it very much, don't be mine." ”

"Okay, tell me when you're hungry, your dad doesn't know what he's going to do again, and he hasn't seen anyone all morning......"

I can't think about my own things clearly, and An Ji at this time is in no mood to think about whether her mother has an idea in her heart and wants to talk to herself again.

The paper on the table was already flush with the windowsill not far away, but An Ji understood: he seemed to be working hard now, painting one after another, but it was useless.

In addition to wasting paper and breaking two pencils because of emotions, I am afraid that An Ji's achievement this night is to make Starlight ashamed of his peers, and Yuehua would rather be accompanied by dark clouds - such a day makes people who are already bored unable to find half of comfort.

After a flash of two days, sleeping lazy, shopping, buying food, watching the scenery, once the people who have been busy are idle, they will find that everything around them is better than 'work', even if the job is love, but the moment of inspiration and exhaustion is even more depressing than doing a job that they don't like.

If you can't even do what you're good at and love, won't you be able to do anything well; Is it just an excuse to be depressed about one's 'niche choice', and to be depressed that oneself seems to be busy and has not enjoyed life or career.

An Ji suddenly understood the emotions that Midsummer sometimes confides in her. When you do a Hanfu store alone in the middle of summer, you need to design it yourself, find a foundry and hit a wall, encounter malicious comments, and have a headache, how can you choose between postage and security, it should be the same state of mind as you are now, right?

"What's the matter with you An An, I heard my aunt say that you have been absent-minded for the past few days, what's wrong, is something wrong with Hangluo Factory? See what I can do for you! ”

Midsummer, who suddenly appeared next to An Ji, got straight to the point, and did not have any unnecessary greetings with An Ji: "You are."

Haven't you been too tired lately, and your mind is messed up, An An? ”

Looking up at the surrounding environment, An Ji couldn't cry or laugh. But it turned out that his body was more familiar with these two roads than himself, and in the past two days, he either walked half of the way to Hangluo Factory, or walked directly to the vicinity of the Hanfu store in West Lake in midsummer like today.

"I saw you and the geist wandering around my door yesterday afternoon, and I wondered if you wanted to surprise me. I didn't expect you to look up and glance at the plaque and actually laugh at me? After laughing, he hurried away, I said, why are you so weird? ”

"Then I sent your mother a WeChat message last night, but she also said that something was wrong with you" Midsummer was actually not angry with An Ji 'three times through the store door without entering', "Tell me about you An Ji, such an adult...... Why don't you know what's on your mind and tell us directly! ”

"Isn't the place I usually can't think of looking for you? You're good now, you don't think of me and your mother as talkers! ”

"Oh, my little ancestor An'an, you're finally smiling!" Sheng Xia didn't expect that he had already done his best, and it would take half a day to make An Ji laugh, "You, you, no wonder Aunt He has always refused to reassure you!" ”

Pouting, An Ji also knew that he had fallen into a strange circle in the past few days.

If it is his own career, whether he succeeds or not, An Ji may only have joy and loss. But whether it is Hang Luo or the costume design of the release ceremony, it is not his own business.

The trust, encouragement and comfort from the people around her make An Ji feel like a child who has made a mistake every time she is unsuccessful, and she is tolerated everywhere.

But An Ji is almost thirty years old, and An Ji has a very heavy sense of responsibility, and would rather exchange his immaturity and mistakes for due criticism.

"I understand your feelings, you feel guilty, you feel sorry for everyone, don't you?"

"I had this kind of thing when I was in high school, and sometimes I had some small negligence when I was doing activities for the school......

Winter is halfway over, and spring is approaching, but this time is the coldest time of the year, and the wind is sweeping through the hair, and it is a little shrunk.

Midsummer is still telling An Ji about his experience, facing the wind, and I don't know if I will have a stomachache at night.