Chapter 127: Woven Song Yun top, thousands of years old, windy and rainy

Author: Ciliansheng

This early winter, An Ji had a very fulfilling life. He was busy between the Hangluo Factory and the Hanfu Store every day, and he never had a moment of leisure.

"Our girls are really good. They can knit better than when I was my age." Aunt Zhang walked to An Ji's side again at some point and stared at the latter knitting quietly for a quarter of an hour.

, "Take your time, we are not in a hurry, no matter how old we are, we can always be with you!"

"Actually, my hands are quite clumsy. I even learned fashion design on a whim at that time." Being praised by Aunt Zhang, An Ji was a little shy. He stopped what he was doing, turned around and pursed his lips slightly, "At that time, I couldn't even connect a line.

Not a very good cut.”

Looking back at his own results, An Ji felt more and more that he was really not modest: "Well... what I knit now can't meet the standards we sell."

"Hey, we are responsible for the customers when we sell these things. The fact that you are knitting this now does not mean that it is not up to standard, but that the customers have a hard time coming to buy it. Even if it gets stained or torn when we stack it correctly, we will never do it.

Calculate the size for others."

"You are really learning very quickly! You don't need to be too humble. When you admit your shortcomings, you must also believe in yourself. If you are not confident, it will also affect your own progress."

In the face of infringement and educating the younger generation, Aunt Zhang was so transparent in every word she said, but she never put "interests" at the forefront. No wonder she was able to lead many uncles and aunts during the difficult years in the past.

They have maintained the Hangluo Factory to this day.

"Click, bang..."

"Click, bang..."

The sound of the loom sounded rhythmically again, and An Ji felt a little less self-pity in his heart. Unexpectedly, the woven fabric was much stronger than what he could see before when he was too afraid to do it easily.

"Look, I'm telling you, you have to believe in yourself."

Nodding in response to Aunt Zhang's words, An Ji just turned around and returned to his work, when his cell phone suddenly started ringing non-stop, mixed in with the roar of the loom, and echoing throughout the Erhangluo Factory.

Except for that coincidence in midsummer, no other acquaintances would call to disturb An Ji while he was working in Hangluo Factory...

"You answer the phone first." When An Ji changed hands and was about to hang up the phone, Aunt Zhang reminded, "Didn't you fill in your contact information in the lawsuit? What's more, if it's cooperation, it's not easy to always give in.

People are waiting."

On weekdays, An Ji would mute his cell phone most of the time. This was because there were a lot of things that had no final results recently. An Ji was afraid of missing important things, so he turned on the ringtone of his cell phone.

"I don't recognize this number either."

The number displayed on the mobile phone is a city number in Hangzhou, Zhejiang, but it has no label. It is neither a contact person nor an official account of a company: "Usually when they cooperate, they usually contact me on WeChat, or directly in the short video.

Send me a private message backstage.”

"Could it be that the company that pretended to be our Hangluo factory didn't give up?" Seeing that An Ji was having trouble, Aunt Wang also came over and confided her worries frankly, "I said at that time, you didn't

If you need to delete the block, let him say it. They want to contact the page through other channels."

Seeing that An Ji was in trouble, Aunt Zhang shook her head indifferently: "It's fine if you don't answer, it's fine if you don't answer."

"Now they don't dare to do things like call you to death. If they make a few calls, if you don't answer, they won't call. Don't think about everything yourself."

Although the environment provided by the family for An Ji does not require him to be timid, perhaps because of his excessive caution and deep sense of responsibility, whenever he encounters any problem, An Ji will always think about the problem from himself first, and even commit suicide because of it.

Responsible for a long time.

The silk warms the fingertips and the words moisten the heart. The relationship between the uncles and aunts in Hangluochang is like family. Not only did they not become alienated because of An Ji's arrival, but the uncles and aunts who let their children leave home have someone they can talk to all the time.

Accompanying me are my juniors, and I get the joy of raising myself in vain.

"The spring rain is falling in the morning, the silk rhymes are singing in the sky, don't mention the bright moon and look at people's words..."

The cell phone rang again, breaking the gradually warm atmosphere in the room. An Ji hurriedly opened it and saw that it was the same phone number without the note just now.

An Ji answered the phone, held it between his shoulder and ear, quickly packed the things at hand into a position where they would not easily fall, and rushed directly to a quieter room nearby.

"Hey, hello, what's up?"

"I see you just made a call, but I didn't answer it because it was a personal number. Is there something wrong with you?"

"I'm Uncle Ning Yunfan." An Ji's embarrassment reached its peak as soon as the other party spoke.

His ears were hurting from the pressure. An Ji picked up the phone and moved it. He apologized to the other end of the phone: "Ah, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I just hung up on you because I..."

"I understand, I understand. Yunfan told me about your side of the matter. Your aunt is right. Legal procedures must be followed!"

"Hmm." Although the other party was Ning Yunfan's uncle, there had been almost no communication before. An Ji was made very cautious by the other party's familiarity, "Well, uncle, you came to me because of Ning Yunfan's

Something on the side?"

"Yes, and no. This is not my side. There is a TV series that has been approved. Yun Fan always told me that you hang Luo. I also learned that in the Song Dynasty, Luo's clothes were indeed more fashionable."

"So, I'm calling you now because I want to ask if you can give us some guidance in this regard. I also want to make our costumes more refined, so I want to ask for your help.

!”

Fortunately, his best friend helped him develop his listening skills, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to remember everything Uncle Ning Yunfan said, and An Ji complained.

"Okay, no problem."

"It's no problem. This design and fabric will come from you. Of course we will pay the corresponding amount." Seeing An Ji agree, Uncle Ning Yunfan was very excited, and there was nothing wrong with what he said.

Polite.

"I'm afraid I don't have enough time." An Ji didn't do everything just to make Hang Luo "a hit", although this cooperation was not easy to come by, even with Ning Yunfan's relationship

, making a movie is all about profit, how many people really pay attention to the details of the costumes?

"The things I have to do with Hangluo Factory and my bestie take time. If I have to follow the crew for a while, I can't do it."

An Ji said sincerely, and Ning Yunfan's uncle also smiled heartily after hearing this: "Although we may be pressed for time, we have tailors here, so you don't need to follow us. You can just take the design draft.

Just give it to me."

"Okay, I heard it's quite chaotic over there, maybe something is wrong?" Before An Ji could say anything else, Uncle Ning Yunfan acted as if he was afraid that the former would run away, "You go ahead and do your work tomorrow.

, I will ask Yunfan to contact you tomorrow, and we will meet and talk in detail."

"Ah good."

"Okay, then it's settled!"

The phone call ended with Uncle Ning Yunfan's words in a somewhat unquestionable tone. It wasn't until he put the phone back in his pocket that An Ji patted his forehead.

I am really stupid, but luckily the person opposite me is Ning Yunfan’s uncle, who is not a bad person. If the person opposite me had bad intentions, I wouldn’t even know when he sold me out!

"An Ji, what's wrong? Your head doesn't feel right?" Aunt Wang's concern for An Ji has become a conditioned reflex. As long as the latter is even a little bit unusual, Aunt Wang will have to look him up and down, left and right.

"I'm fine, Aunt Wang, you don't have to worry about me."

From being flattered at the beginning, An Ji felt that he owed Aunt Wang a lot after a period of time, and now, An Ji has been able to accept the care from Aunt Wang calmly - An Ji really seems to have slowly integrated into this "family"

A place to be cared for and to care for others.

Bitterness is like old things, but they look back with something new. An Ji has a bad stomach, and drinking Longjing will cause stomach ache. As the former's caring boyfriend, Ning Yunfan naturally changed An Ji to Jiuqu Hongmei.

The warm clouds are dense, the nine tunes are fragrant, and the monks in Qiantang are fragrant every day, which is also the expression of Zen meditation in Lin'an Song Dynasty.

"This is sweet and fragrant. It smells so good... Qiantang monks repaired the incense every day. They made four liang of red sandalwood, one liang of agarwood, one liang of frankincense, one qian of musk (artificial), and made honey into pills. This is so magical." An Jizhao.

Reading the introduction on the paper aloud, "The ancients were really particular about things."

"This musk is all artificial now. It is said that there is still a difference in medicinal uses." Looking at the raw materials that are more precious than the last, An Ji couldn't help but clicked his tongue, "I'm afraid this pill is not cheap now."

"Do girls also know about fragrance?" Putting down the menu in his hand, Uncle Ning Yunfan had obviously ordered some snacks to accompany the tea. "This fragrance should be restored according to the "Xiang Cheng". It is rare for this shop owner to be so particular.

.”

"I don't understand. I just looked at what's written on it. When I studied history before, I knew a little bit about it." An Ji said and gestured with his hands, "It's really just a little bit. Any more won't make sense."

understood."

"It's okay. If you are interested, I can tell you about it. If you like to smell it, I will ask Yunfan to go to my house to get some for you to take back."

"I just don't know what you like. Some have strong fragrances. If you are new to them, you may not be used to them. I can find something a little more elegant for you. You can try it first. It's also good to light one when you create.

"

This Qiantang Monk Rixiu Yamen incense is burned in a porcelain bowl. It is quite different from the common incense sticks. Although I knew a little bit about it when I studied history, this unusual way of burning incense really came to my attention.

Come on, An Ji still feels strange.

Small dots are also placed one after another, and the non-greasy puff pastry can still have clear layers. It is indeed a test for the chef's skill, and it is obviously a feast for the taste buds of the diners.

There is no such thing as a sweet relationship between Ning Yunfan and An Ji. They both have the same views. They are both adults and can take care of themselves. They are not without hands or feet.

When you are serving someone else, why waste the other person's precious time and concretize your feelings?

"Then let's drink tea and talk business?"

Talking about important matters, drinking tea and smelling the fragrance are just for pleasure. An Ji took a sip and put the tea aside: "Okay."

Uncle Ning Yunfan, who received the former's response, didn't waste any time. He turned around and took out his notebook from his schoolbag, plugged it in, opened the document skillfully, pushed the upper corner of the screen with one hand, pushed the keyboard with the other, and turned the computer around.

Let the display screen face An Ji opposite.

"You can take a look at this contract, and if you don't understand or are dissatisfied with it, you can ask me."

Out of respect and politeness, Uncle Ning Yunfan did not look like he was sitting around drinking tea while An Ji was reading the contract. In order to alleviate the embarrassment caused by the silence in the small private room, he patiently explained: "I will also give this to Yun Ji."
To be continued...