The conversation with her best friend Sheng Xia did not make An Ji realize any new design inspiration, but she remembered that the clothing design she participated in Song Yun's exhibition had not yet been handed over to the organizer of the exhibition, and the next day was the deadline.

"Looking for what? Dad help you find it? An Jia Ningfu didn't stop as soon as he got home, he turned around in the living room and then in the kitchen, although he tried his best to press down the corners of his mouth to cover it, he still couldn't hide the excitement on his face.

Seeing that her girl had turned the house upside down, An Jianing, who couldn't wait to share something, decided to rescue the only listener in this room from the room full of clothes.

"What kind of exhibition are you going to participate in, and you have specially ironed it!"

"Which one can't be found, Dad will help you find it, come on, hurry up and finish looking for Dad and tell you something."

Although An Ji lowered his head, he could feel the performance from his father through several large stacks of clothes.

"Well, to the exhibition, there is a piece of clothing that I can't find right now." An Ji guessed the possible direction of An Jianing's topic, but he was unwilling to perfunctory things when he was not in the mood, and did not take the initiative to speak.

"Although it is not the most eye-catching piece in this design, if this one is missing, the overall effect will be broken."

Designs are all connected, whether it's stage design or costume design, every part of the whole is indispensable.

"Then sure, do you have a design draft, I'll find it for you."

"Are you in a hurry?"

There is a joy to share hidden in his heart, and An Jianing speaks much more frequently than usual, revealing urgency everywhere.

"Dad, don't worry about it, I'll find it myself." He didn't know what he was doing, and An Ji was naturally in no mood to respond to An Jianing's joy that he wanted to share, "Dad, go and see what my mother cooked, you can eat together, leave me alone." ”

"Not really...... Okay, I'll go see what I have to eat, and you call me and your mom when you need it! Seeing that his daughter really didn't want to let herself get involved, An Jianning left stupidly.

Walking to the living room and looking at He Yanqing not far away, An Jianing opened his mouth several times, but still didn't say anything - he had been hiding from his wife about going to a drama again, and now it was only a preliminary result, which was not enough to reassure He Yanqing.

"Leave her alone, I'm looking for it as soon as I come back today, and I'm not looking for anything." Bringing the prepared dishes to the table, He Yanqing's mind was full of his own girls, and he didn't have time to question An Jianing's late return today.

"You let her find it by herself, every time I clean it up for her and can't find something, she says that she can find it by herself." He Yanqing took a mouthful of food and sighed again and again, "Don't say anything else, she, since she is engaged in this art, she really puts it wherever she wants to put it, casual is casual, and she can't always find it when she needs it." ”

"I'll go out!"

Rushing from his bedroom to the living room, An Ji completely ignored the 'bad words' that her mother was talking to her father, and before her mother could put down the dishes and chopsticks, she had already picked up the coat on the hook and checked the key in her pocket.

"I put that dress in the Hangluo factory, and I have to send it tomorrow at the latest." A pair of parents looked over, and An Ji explained without raising his head while changing his shoes.

Seeing his daughter chattering like this, He Yanqing couldn't help frowning, and looked An Ji up and down: "It's so late, you take a taxi?" ”

"No, Midsummer said she came to pick me up." Putting the shoehorn back on the shoe cabinet, An Ji said again, "You don't have to wait for me at night, it will take a while for me to go back and forth, I will take the key with me, and you can rest normally." ”

"Is she here now?"

Before he heard what his mother said, An Ji had already leaned out of the door with half of his body, but the midsummer who was waiting at the door of the building, seemed to be in response to He Yanqing, flashing his headlights to the window two or three times.

"These two children, it's really good, I'll send it tomorrow and go again tomorrow, I'm so anxious now, I'm not afraid of danger?"

"Bah, nonsense......" He Yanqing muttered to himself, An Jianing, who was sitting opposite, nodded in accord, didn't say anything, just stuffed the rice into his mouth, and chewed slowly.

Glancing at her husband, He Yanqing looked displeased, and then sighed: "Okay, bring out some food for her, lest she come back at night hungry and order takeout, how unhealthy is that?" ”

"You don't want to go tomorrow? Just because you were distracted that day and kept disconnecting all morning? "It's time to eat, and there are not too many cars on the road out of the city, so in the middle of summer, I dare to say a few words to An Ji.

I don't know when it started sleet outside the window, and the extremely fine snow fell on the window, and instantly melted into water droplets and gathered in one place

An Ji, who was sitting in the co-pilot, didn't wonder why Midsummer could tell his mind in one sentence,

"Don't say anything else, I must understand that you are busy during this time......" As soon as the words of the preaching came to his mouth, Midsummer remembered his feelings when he encountered a similar situation, and swallowed the words back, "These things are all temporary, you go and ask your uncles and aunts tomorrow if there is any way." ”

"I've always heard adults say that they have walked more bridges than we have walked, and I always don't believe it." Midsummer deliberately paused, and I didn't know whose appetite he was adjusting, "Although I don't believe it now, but talk to older people more, and there is always something desirable about agreeing and disagreeing." ”

Driving in the middle of summer, the two girlfriends soon arrived at the Hangluo factory, and it was also thanks to An Ji that she had the key given by Aunt Zhang in her hand, so she didn't need to trouble the latter to come over on such a late winter night.

After opening the door, An Ji went straight to the place where he put his clothes in his memory, and Midsummer was also familiar with finding the switch of the light, and the two girlfriends cooperated together, saving a lot of time.

"Sure enough, it's here." Pulling out the clothes that had been packed in a plastic bag from a pile of miscellaneous items that I didn't know what they were, An Ji stroked his chest, "It's a shame that it wasn't thrown away, there are a lot of Luo around here that I haven't woven well and can't sell." ”

Listening to An Ji's explanation, Sheng Xia pursed her lips and wanted to laugh, but in the end she didn't laugh out loud, and took the packaged clothes from An Ji's hand: "You clean up a little, otherwise tomorrow the uncles and aunts will come, and they will think they are thieves." ”

"It's okay, I'll come over tomorrow, and I won't clean it up." Coming out of the pile of cloth, An Ji patted the soil on his body, "I'll clean it up tomorrow." ”

"You're ...... tomorrow Come here? ”

"Well, I have to face what I have to face, I can't mess up my life because of these ups and downs!"

The wind blew the light from the doorway, swept into the snow that had turned into water the night before, and people couldn't help but shiver a little.

After sending the clothes, An Ji went against the scenery and entered the Hangluo factory, with a little hesitation and apprehension in his heart, and did not take the initiative to say anything.

"Rested?"

"Don't worry, you're already making rapid progress."

If it weren't for Midsummer's repeated promises that she would not say anything to her uncles and aunts, An Ji would have wondered if Aunt Zhang had gotten some gossip and knew about her entanglements in the past few days.

"So, you come with me, and let's have a good chat." Aunt Zhang knew that An Ji still couldn't let go of it, so she led the latter to a quiet room on the side, "Come on, I'll talk to you." ”

The feeling of oppression of sitting face-to-face made An Ji even more nervous, but Aunt Zhang made two cups of tea and put them in front of each other today, as if she wanted An Ji to speak first no matter what, but she didn't say anything.

"Actually......"

"Huh?"

"Actually, it's just ......" An Ji bit her lower lip, and while letting go of her mouth, she finally made up her mind to express what she wanted to say, "I've been in a mess lately, I have too many things to do, but nothing has come to fruition." ”

"That day, it was because my mind was messy, so I broke the line several times, so I thought about escaping."

Aunt Zhang was still smiling as usual, neither responding to An Ji's words, nor any change in her expression, but letting the latter continue to speak by herself, which undoubtedly added a little more pressure to An Ji's heart.

"Sometimes I just think, if I do something wrong, you'll say I'm fine."

"Of course, I don't mean to blame my own problems on you, I mean to say......" The weather was already cold, and An Ji's hands and feet were cold because of nervousness, and his fingertips were trembling slightly.

Picking up the tea on the side, An Ji warmed his hands with the heat in it, and then calmed down: "I always feel that I can't do it, I'm sorry for the people who believe in me, obviously you can say me, but ......"

It's like a mother can educate her father when he was unsuccessful, but her mother worked hard to support the family.

Just like my current self, I don't have enough ability but still want to do these things well at the same time, so that the people around me put their confidence in themselves in vain, but I can't give the response I deserve.

Although Aunt Zhang doesn't know the old things between An Ji's parents, she can also understand An Ji's inner thoughts - An Ji is very sensitive and responsible, and she will care about everyone who cares about her.

"Gentle people are naturally worthy of being gentle." An Ji confided in her heart, she should have felt better, Aunt Zhang smiled and spoke, obviously not caring if there was any ambiguity in An Ji's words.

"Just like if you treat Hang Luo wholeheartedly, it will also treat you wholeheartedly."

Seeing that An Ji's eyes contained moisture, but the tea on the side was already full of coolness, obviously not because of the steaming, Aunt Zhang stood up and went to fill the tea, and just took this opportunity to turn her back and let An Ji have a 'space of her own'.

"It's not that you don't have achievements, you just want to do your best in everything to feel worthy of everyone."

"But you see, no one is perfect, and even if nature is not perfect, how can we be perfect in everything?"

"It's normal to have problems, it's normal to have difficulties, how can there be peaks without the valley?"

After taking the teacup handed over by Aunt Zhang, An Ji looked at the teacup without saying a word, and she didn't know whether she wanted to see through the teacup or hide her emotions in the teacup.

In short, the tea in the mouth is a little less sweet and a little more salty, thinking that there is some liquid other than tea mixed in, which disturbs the original Jintang Brown Ridge.

"You've done a good job, you can ask your uncles and aunts about this kind of thing, we can't completely avoid it until now." Knowing that An Ji thought of respect for the loom, and felt that her cranky thoughts were not worthy of this precipitation, Aunt Zhang picked out the contradictions of the matter and explained them to An Ji one by one.

"You go and ask them, will they be upset because they forgot that the fire was turned off at home today, and will they be upset because of the change in their children's jobs?"

"Hangluo is love, reverence, but also life...... Your love can't be your shackles, restricting you, because it shackles your hands and feet, and you only dare to walk with one board and one eye. ”

Putting down the teacup in his hand, An Ji just wanted to say something, but was stopped by Aunt Zhang again: "I know you understand, and I also know that you want to go over and continue to practice weaving now, but no, I don't agree!" ”

"Ah......" An Ji didn't react to Aunt Zhang's meaning for a while, but felt that her heart still needed to be retreated and sharpened, and she couldn't help but feel a little lost.

People are like this, when they are caught in their own emotions, even if they are a person who is transparent on weekdays, they still can't listen to the persuasion of others.

"Look, you're thinking too much about it, aren't you?" Aunt Zhang smiled slyly, "Okay, I mean, even if I tell you so much, your heart is still messed up now, so it's better to clean up your surroundings." ”

"Look at this mess, do you want to find a Luo Ban that you can use to make designs?"

People in their sixties coaxed An Ji like children, and even the hairs on the mole on their faces were a little playful: "Clean them up, and pile up the ones you don't think you need them, and when you come to see it, you have to say that you are a fire hazard!" ”

"Uh-huh!" An Ji cleaned up, secretly complaining about why he couldn't usually clean it up, and now if he hadn't put a note on it, he wouldn't know what every piece of Luo stayed here for......

"This kid, the girl is a good girl, but she loves to compete with herself!" Aunt Wang stood at the door not far away and looked at An Ji silently, and sighed to Aunt Zhang, who had just come out, "This kind of temperament is hard!" ”

"Yes, this character is good, it's not good, the key is to work hard!"

An Ji listened to it in his ears and remembered it in his heart, but where is the character that can be changed if he says it? People gather by like, things by groups, if in Hangluo Factory, uncles and aunts like Aunt Zhang and Aunt Wang are not gentle with others, how can they look at An Ji in the right eye?

If they hadn't worked so themselves and were gentle with all foreign things, how could they have persisted in Hangluo Factory for so many years?

A gentle person should meet a gentle person, and a gentle person will inevitably meet a gentle person.

The small puddles of snow were thoroughly dried by the wind until the sun was shining on the ground. This tenderness has nothing to do with giving back, only about warmth, only about willingness, and ultimately no regrets.

Off topic:

Today, we have communicated greatly with the inheritors to update the name of "Jacquard Luo", which is a name based on weaving skills, and "Jacquard Luo" is displayed as "Chunluo" in the information of the Forbidden City. Therefore, the previous related content has also been modified, and all the "Jacquard Luo" has been modified to "Chunluo", noting that this Chunluo and Huaxian Spring are not the same thing.