Chapter 10 The calm wind and rain attract dragon butterflies, and thousands of years of literature will be destroyed

Sitting in front of the machine, An Ji was still confused. He saw that the pipe was already entangled with the silk that had just been pulled from the water, but he continued to shake it blankly.

"An Ji, did your mother and uncle talk about you again after they came home?" Aunt Zhang saw that something was wrong with An Ji today and asked, "Actually..."

Even though An Ji has been going back and forth between the two parties, Aunt Zhang still knows a thing or two about the attitude of An Ji's parents. Looking at An Ji's state today, she can basically be sure of it.

"If you are in a bad mood, you might as well go out for a walk and think about it thoroughly in two days. We will support you no matter what decision you make."

"Well..." An Ji then stopped the rickshaw under his hand, and became more and more confused for a moment, "But I have nowhere to go."

If he continues in this state, he won't be able to do things well, and An Ji himself knows it very well. But when dreams and reality wrap people tightly between them, they are just like the silkworm in the cocoon, and there is no trace of pressure.

extra space.

"If you don't understand, just go out and walk around more." Aunt Zhang came close to An Ji, took the shaken tubes, turned around and put them into the basin aside, and then started talking to An Ji again, "

Look, we talked about the remaining monuments in the Machinery Temple..."

"Now we don't know all the specific locations. Maybe you can go and take a look. Didn't you study history as a graduate student? Maybe you can resonate with it and figure it out?"

I think that when An Ji switched from the history department to fashion design, it was precisely for those heavy inscriptions on the country's silk inscriptions, the rich costumes of the clan, and the colorful feathers that the whole world "surrendered" to in the history books.

Thinking about it, An Ji had a dispute with his mother for a period of time because of this - An Ji's choice of history was beyond He Yanqing's expectations. As for the costume design, his future was as uncertain as An Jia Ning's choice of drama and film at that time.

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"Okay." No matter the success or failure in the past, in reality we always have to move forward. Silkworms can break out of their cocoons and be reborn. After all, they have to explore a direction to break through the shackles. "I will try to figure it out today."

This sentence of "fighting for" An Ji is meant for myself. Sometimes benign psychological hints are essential. If you don't have confidence, then no matter how much others say, it will be useless.

"Go on, you can shake these pipes and they will be enough. Don't worry, if you need us for anything, we will be here at any time."

Only his father's support was too weak. When a group of people supported him in his choice, An Ji became a little bolder. He got on his bicycle, and when the breeze swept through his broken hair, the sunny sun was just a ray of light that set off youth, and he could no longer become a shrinking person.

The impediment of not moving forward.

The last traces of the wind and rain the night before were hidden by the dog days in Hangzhou, and even the lowest corners of the street have returned to their original color.

An Ji had already visited the monument located in the Forest of Steles in Hangzhou from the very beginning. Going back to the old road, An Ji hoped that he could regain his original intention of a thousand years and give himself a reason to persevere even if he deceived his mother.

reasons.

"Love you……"

"hero……"

Intermittent singing came from the nearby courtyard wall. Children from an unknown elementary school were having physical education classes, laughing and running around, and they were very happy.

"Elementary school?" An Ji stopped his bicycle and turned on his phone to look at the map. "Since we happened to come here first, let's take a look first and then go to the Forest of Steles."

The ancient carvings on old bricks and cultural heritage signs are parked there, silently telling the visitors about the glorious scene that existed. The ancient carvings with missing corners, just three words, are full of history hidden in the water marks and moss.

It's very loud.

"Are you interested in this?"

"Nowadays, many people say that this is feudal superstition. A couple of days ago, some parents asked when picking up their children, how can these things be protected as cultural relics?"

An Ji was startled by the sudden appearance of the old man. After coming back to his senses, An Ji responded: "Yes."

"It's rare, it's rare..."
Chapter completed!