: The mountains and rivers meet each other, the flowers are bright and the flowers are dark, the joy is brighter

Author: Ciliansheng

: The mountains and rivers meet each other, the flowers are bright and the flowers are dark, the joy is brighter

"Mountain darkly, vista."

It must have been the morning reading time at school, and the sound of reading could be heard from the primary school campus. An Ji also came to find the old uncle as promised and told the latter the stories in the book.

An Ji has been looking for his old uncle at the gate of the primary school for three consecutive days, and he has told less than a third of the story. The old uncle listened with interest and praised him continuously: "The girl is really amazing. That book has been kept at home for decades.

No one understands it, and if I don’t give it to you, it will just gather dust at home.”

While speaking, the old uncle sighed, grabbed the water glass on the side and took a sip of water, and stood up from the chair: "If these things can be told to the children inside, they will also know that this Luo can continue to this day, yes

How difficult it is, maybe you will be willing to understand it in the future..."

"Hey, by the way, girl, I haven't asked you yet." Putting down the water glass in his hand, the old uncle opened the window of the security room next to him, letting the air-conditioning inside spread out along the window, and the surrounding heat was reduced by three points.

"What are you doing now? Are you still at the Hangluo factory you mentioned?"

"Yes, my uncles and aunts and I are thinking of doing some activities on campus recently so that students can better understand our culture!" When he mentioned the uncles and aunts in the factory, An Ji's eyes were brighter than the sky.

To be clear, that kind of respect and love that blends friendship and family affection will be cherished by everyone.

"He may come to our school in a few days. If you have time, maybe you can ask your uncle to come and say a few words. After all, I think the students have a pretty good relationship with my uncle."

An Ji is right. Although his uncle is just retired and works as a janitor at the school, he is very kind to the children in the school. He provides snacks, toys, good morning and goodbye in the afternoon, just like the children's grandfather. Basically, he can

Called most of the kids in the school by name.

"What can I say, it's not as good as what is written in the book... It's hard for you to tell me a story specially." Since he stood up, the uncle did not sit down, which showed An Ji's respect, "I was just talking casually.

After all, you have too many things to do, and it really wastes your time."

"Sure enough, I was right that day. You girl really want to do this well. This book is destined to you!"

"I still have to return this book to you someday. After all, it is a treasure passed down from your family." No reward for no merit, how could An Ji have the nerve to take possession of someone else's book because of the original owner's "fate"?

Even though An Ji thought it was inappropriate, the old uncle didn't care at all and was open-minded: "If you give this book back to me, I have to understand it to be valuable."

"What's more, this book has no value except to keep it here. It can follow me to meet you, and it is our luck that someone can read it and let me know what kind of story is written in it."

"But this book will definitely be of greater value in your hands!"

The old uncle had already talked about this, so there was no need for An Ji to make pretentious concessions. Apart from thanking the old uncle, An Ji also understood that the old uncle would like to see the book maximize its value.

Yes, this is also the reason why the old uncle gave the book to him.

These days, An Ji would tell his old uncle a story every day like a storyteller, and then he would ride his bicycle and leave, either to look for Midsummer or to go to Hangluo Factory.

So after the casual conversation, An Ji and his uncle said goodbye tacitly. The former went to push the cart, and the latter returned to the security room to refill the tea in the cup.

"Uncle, can I edit this book electronically, print it out, and send it out for free?" Seeing that the old uncle had moved the bench into the security room and stepped in with one foot and half of his body, An Ji suddenly remembered something.

Put the pedals on the bike back on.

"Huh?" The old uncle placed the bench in the room, turned sideways and moved himself out of the security room, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Realizing that the old uncle might have misunderstood, An Ji was not impatient at all, but explained his words more clearly: "I didn't make it clear to the uncle... I mean, this book is passed down from the uncle's family.

, but I hope I can contact the publisher to publish it in my uncle’s name, right?”

"Oh, girl, what did I think you were talking about?"

After understanding what An Ji meant, the old uncle smiled cheerfully and relaxed his frown: "What's so confusing about this? You can do whatever is convenient for you. Besides, this book may not be written by my ancestors.

It will be good to show it to the children and they will understand it. What is the purpose of making money but not money?"

"If you can really publish it, and get the money, go and encourage more interested children to learn weaving. If you can't publish it, just print it boldly. I'm afraid this is what the old man who wrote the book wanted to see.

Bar……"

The old uncle should have been considered a cultural person back then, not to mention he had the spirit of 'live until you are old and learn until you are old'. What he said was extraordinary, "Okay, girl, I won't bother you anymore. What do you need?"

Just make the decision."

There is no need to say thank you for a great favor. This is the kindness that the old uncle gave to An Ji, and it is also the kindness that the old uncle gave to Hang Luo. In the end, An Ji only nodded and said "thank you" without any more false gifts——

Making Hangluo better is the best reply and gratitude to these selfless people.

"An Ji, why are you so happy today?" Aunt Wang paid attention to every detail of An Ji's expression as always, for fear that the girl would be in poor health. "By the way, you and Auntie should go for a walk some other day. A friend of mine knows someone."

A good Chinese medicine doctor will help you adjust your health."

"The doctor said that it is best to take acupuncture and take less medicine. Many of them can be supplemented by daily food... What is it called, medicine and food come from the same source!"

"And the doctor also said that you young people like to stay up late now! Although many things are very important, your body is the first priority. Without a good body, everything is useless, right?"

"Also, the doctor of traditional Chinese medicine said that sleeping is not just about counting the time! You also have to consider the time of the five internal organs of the body, especially in the early morning. Although you are awake at that time, you are not good! Qi and blood grow at that time. You

Don’t stay up late again!”

Sometimes An Ji feels that Aunt Wang and her best friend Midsummer are the same. Although they are nagging, they pay meticulous attention to the people around them. No matter it is sunny or rainy, they are like the morning sun, lighting up everything around them.

"Okay, okay, no problem, thank you Aunt Wang." An Ji was even happier, with a smile that couldn't be hidden in his eyebrows, "Don't worry, Aunt Wang, I will definitely pay attention to my health and won't burn myself out."

.”

"Well, that's good. Our Chinese medicine is the result of thousands of years of ancestors. You can't be wrong if you listen to other doctors... I'm drinking wolfberry. Don't tell me, it's really good for my blood pressure..."

While talking, Aunt Wang didn't forget to pick up the tea cup and take a sip of tea, and raised the cup to indicate to An Ji that he couldn't live without drinking water all day: "The doctor also said that everything must be in moderation, wolfberry, water

Also, you can’t not drink, and you can’t drink too much, otherwise it will be bad for your health.”

After talking for a long time, An Ji agreed, and the uncles and aunts on the side also agreed. However, Aunt Wang forgot what she wanted to ask the former at the beginning, and stopped An Ji after a while: "I haven't said it yet, girl today.

So happy, what good news can you share with everyone?"

"Well!" Hearing this, An Ji raised his eyebrows, and the light in his eyes was obviously a little brighter by the morning sun. "It was the old uncle who gave me the book that time. I talked with him. Maybe we can put that

I will reprint this ancient book and show it to the children in school."

"Hey, why don't you post it online?" After hearing this, Uncle Li suddenly suggested, "Don't you all read that online novel now? Recently, I occasionally listen to it. In addition to spending some money, it's better than the radio.

The radio station I’m on is pretty good…”

"The radio station has to wait for the time. It's not always available when you want to listen." Uncle Li said, already taking out his mobile phone and pointing to the software on it to show to the other uncles and aunties who came over, "Well, this kind of

There’s a lot of software!”

After poking at the screen, the phone played the audio, and Uncle Li looked intoxicated: "Look, there is also music and stories. It's really good. If the story An Ji told us before was read like this, there would definitely be many people.

The story of our Hang Luo..."

"Fans! Yes, many people must be fans of our Hang Luo's story!"

No wonder Uncle Li is so good at using mobile phones. He can use many Internet words so skillfully, but many of them look at mobile phones.

"I felt uncomfortable looking at my mobile phone a while ago, so I asked my child. The child told me that he could listen to books. I thought this thing is good!"

"Thank you, Uncle Li! Although I am not a bookworm, I have read a lot of online articles about this method. There should be nothing surprising about the story. If it were posted online, more people would see it."

During this period of time, An Ji has also realized a fact - even though the uncles and aunts in Hangluo Factory are not young, their hearts and minds are still young, which allows Hangluo Factory to survive until now. Apart from their perseverance,

Their innovative spirit is also indispensable.

Just like the story from a thousand years ago in the book, and the story from a hundred years ago that my grandfather told General An Ji, it seems that the success of our ancestors has never left their daring to think, dare to do, and have the world in mind.

The fifth sister An was able to send Hang Luo to the merchant ship by herself, opening up trade routes and benefiting the people; the sixth sister An was respectful of her teacher and dedicated to her master, and she could stick to her true nature and find the most suitable mulberry silk specially for thousands of years.

Innovation and persistence in the future.

He Qinglian was able to raise his sister by himself, and was able to give up personal interests for the sake of the nation; he would rather put Shouyun's country first, and his family second, which was also the righteousness of his family and country a hundred years ago...

Even if there is only one ruins of the Temple of Machinery left, and the uncles and aunts are serious materialistic atheists, they will still burn incense to the ancestor on New Year’s Day to express their gratitude for their karma and carry it forward for thousands of years.

Today's uncles and aunts are the same, repeating everything their ancestors did. It is this spirit that allows Hangluo to continue walking, An Ji thought.

Everything that had troubled An Ji in the past seemed to suddenly become clear. The future was no longer so confusing, and An Ji's trust in himself became a little stronger.

"Girl, what do you have to thank?" Uncle Li couldn't help laughing when he saw An Ji like this, "We are all one family, we are heartbroken that you are tired, it's just such a small thing, what else can you thank, more points."

!”

"That's right, I know you are polite and respectful to us, An Ji." Aunt Zhang saw it and had to help her, "But what do you call me thank you? You have done so much and we have supported you. How many times have we said thank you to you?"

Everyone is like a family and treats you as their own girl!"

"Yes! Uncle and aunt, I understand!"

Although this is said, the uncles and aunts in the factory are of the same generation, and there is naturally only this feeling between them that goes beyond friendship and affection for family members, and An Ji also treats his uncles and aunts as his masters.

To those who taught me his work and took care of An Ji's life and thoughts, no amount of words of "thank you" are enough.

"Okay, that's good!" several uncles and aunts said in unison.

"You can do it now. If you don't have a computer at hand, there is one in the house, but it hasn't been turned on for a long time, so it may be inconvenient to use." Aunt Zhang asked, "It just so happens that your Uncle Li is debugging the Zhiluo loom these days.

It’s not too busy either.”

In a few days it will be time to enter the campus, and Aunt Zhang meant to show it to the children this time: "If you really can't make it in time, forget it, otherwise you will be exhausted yourself."

Customized Hangluo fans and Hanfu suitable for children have been sent to the factory one after another. Now it is left to An Ji and several other inheritors of intangible cultural heritage to coordinate and adjust. Aunt Zhang is also worried about tiring the former.
To be continued...