Chapter 128: Ode to Xizi on Qiantang Lake, a life of wandering words

Author: Ciliansheng

Chapter 128: Ode to Xizi on Qiantang Lake, a life of wandering words

Although Su Shi asked himself about his political connections and dredged the West Lake, he laughed at himself that his achievements in his life were only in "Huangzhou, Huizhou, and Danzhou". However, Xining's water control and Yuanyou's digging of wells were all Su Shi's descriptions of the empty and misty West Lake.

Make political achievements for the people of Hangzhou that will benefit the future.

"Su Shi is not from the Northern Song Dynasty. His life is full of ups and downs. How are you going to film it?" An Ji will never forget Sheng Xia when something good happens. After the two parties agreed, Sheng Xia naturally participated and only glanced at the beginning of the script.

Narrator, he kept complaining.

Throwing the script on the table casually, Shengxia knew that An Ji was also a 'worker', so he just complained to Ning Yunfan: "Aren't they saying that they want to limit the series now? You guys are planning to be on satellite TV. If

If you continue to write 'Ask Your Life's Merits', can you finish filming eighty episodes?"

"I only wrote the parts in West Lake and Hangzhou. It is a unit drama with three parts." Knowing that his girlfriend's best friend has always been a careless person, Ning Yunfan was not annoyed because he wanted to protect An Ji's friendship.

On the contrary, he explained it with kind words and good words.

"Su Shi, Liu Yong, and Li Qingzhao, the poems of these three poets have a deep connection with Hangzhou West Lake. This drama will use their stories to span the Northern Song Dynasty and the Southern Song Dynasty and show the Song Dynasty culture unique to West Lake."

Shengxia did not respond to Ning Yunfan's explanation. He only bent down and reached out to pick up the script that he had just thrown back on the table. He sat on the chair next to An Ji and read it carefully. From time to time, he turned back to record something on the paper.

idea.

The epiphyllum climbs the window, Minghua enters the room, and fine dust rises and falls in the house... A piece of pure Luo Yi under the pencil only reflects the Su Dongpo who was more than a thousand years ago, who was vigorous and dedicated to serving the country, and whose Confucian spirit and Zen heart were still serving the people. At the current exhibition of the painting

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Jinyi went to the West Lake in the old days again, only to find that there were droughts and floods, and the old achievements more than ten years ago were about to be submerged by the water from the canal. He was not wearing the official robe of the magistrate, and was wearing a dark brown horizontal collar with diagonal skirt and black ruffles.

Along the edge.

If it weren't for the portrait of this man hanging in every house in Hangzhou, I'm afraid no one would be able to connect the man dressed like an ordinary scholar in front of them with their governor Su Shi.

"Officer, wait for the rain to stop and take a break."

The subordinates behind him were calling, but Su Shi seemed to have turned a deaf ear. The pair of purple-edged soap boots on his feet were immediately obvious to be court boots, and it was probably too late to change them. No matter how precious they were, they were still worth mentioning.

He held up an umbrella and rushed into the rain without hesitation.

The subordinates chased after him, holding rain gear and other things in their hands, and ran quickly and said in a hurry: "Officer!"

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and obviously none of Su Shi's subordinates thought they could have a break.

"Official, I'm going to lower my rank..."

Seeing the eagerness on his subordinate's face, Su Shi paused, looked sideways, and realized that the former was here to care about him, so he just flicked his sleeves and ran towards the study.

"Fortunately, they still have some conscience, otherwise our group would be ruined. Wouldn't it be a waste of natural resources!" Pulling the draft under An Ji's hand, Shengxia gave a thumbs up and kept complaining, "Hey..."

Half of his body was covered by midsummer, and An Ji couldn't open his mouth. In desperation, he rolled his eyes at Ning Yunfan.

"I mentioned the idea of ​​our short play to my uncle. At that time, the costumes of the crew will be sorted and sold, and we will donate the money." After receiving the hint from his girlfriend, Ning Yunfan quickly explained.

"That's not bad." Shengxia nodded, then turned around and continued working on the design.

Clothes can not only set off a person's character, but also show a person's environment and mood. At this time, Su Shi should be worried but not chaotic, expensive but not extravagant. Compared with the complexity of clothes, he should be more

They are Yayun and Zhuangzheng.

Shengxia and An Ji both studied history and knew what Su Shi was doing at this time - during the Yuanyou period, Su Shi's letter not only reached the court, but was also delivered to the hands of the Empress Dowager.

Several generations of empress dowagers have all kept the promise of the late emperor and valued Su Shi's talent for running the country. In that feudal society, regardless of the party and government of the day, Su Shi's policy of serving the country and the people was truly used to meet the needs of the local people.

The place.

The beautiful clothes of the Song Dynasty actually did not show much in Su Shi. Although he was not disappointed when he was demoted, he did not have enough money to afford Na Luoqi's upper body. As for during this period in Hangzhou, Su Shi was close to Zen Buddhism, leaving behind many

Stop joking with friends.

In addition, Su Shi's thoughts were mostly on food, and his clothing was mostly hermit's clothes. Now when choosing materials for Su Shi's clothes, cotton and linen are more reasonable than Hangluo.

The clouds cover the breeze, the trees disturb the returning birds, and the horizon is already reflected in orange and purple. It is about the time when the moon rises and the sun is hidden, and there are more cars coming and going on the streets. The evening rush hour in the city is approaching after get off work. .

"An'an, you really found a good job for me. I'm afraid all my recent designs will be on this. If you hadn't negotiated the contract well and made a joint name with my Hanfu store... I wouldn't have been involved recently.

I’m starving to death!”

Sheng Xia was reading again. An Ji knew that the former was either tired of sitting or wanted to eat delicious food. He looked up at the watch and felt sorry in his heart: "Tell me, where to eat, ask Ning Yunfan to treat me!"

"

"Well..." Sheng Xia, who held her cheeks up with her wrists, naturally pouted, "Look, you two are exploiting the labor force. I must kill you two severely today!"

"Okay, he's treating you to a treat anyway. If you choose a suitable place, I'll take advantage of you."

"Think quickly, think quickly!" My best friend always has difficulty in choosing at this time. Even if she leaves it to the carousel, she will end up wasting time again and again because she chooses a store she doesn't want to eat at. This is a rare opportunity for An Ji to urge her.

In midsummer.

"Well... Just let me think about it, I haven't decided yet."

"Well, think about it slowly." In midsummer, decisions can be made quickly within ten minutes. An Ji also took this opportunity to take a break, went to the living room to pour a glass of water, leaned on the chair and took a decent sip.

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"Let's go eat KFC. You brought me McDonald's last time, so I want to eat KFC."

As soon as he said this, the water An Ji had just held in his mouth almost spurted out: "Okay, okay."

The work at hand was urgent, and An Ji was in a hurry to finish the work and go back to Hangluo Factory to continue improving his weaving skills. The three simply took advantage of He Yanqing's return home and ordered takeout.

"Why do I feel that as long as this set of clothes, Su Shi's part has passed? It just changes the color as I wear it. Those painted pipings and so on are of no use to this great poet!"

Still holding the fried chicken in his right hand, Shengxia dared to use his little finger to point out the details on the draft, which made An Ji feel worried.

Taking out the toilet paper from the paper box on the side, An Ji started directly, grabbed his best friend's hand and wiped it again and again. Until the latter hesitated and became a little dissatisfied, An Ji threw the paper on the table aside.

: "Here, wipe the oil on your hands yourself."

"It's okay, it's okay! Let me tell you, my little finger has never touched fried chicken, there is no oil!" Shengxia said, poking at the paper with her finger, "If you don't believe it, just read it.

,Really do not have."

"Okay, okay, no, no!" His best friend sometimes acted like a child in front of her friends. An Ji sighed helplessly, and then seriously talked about the question Sheng Xia had just raised.

"What you just said is indeed reasonable. Su Shi, who was the magistrate of Hangzhou during the Yuanyou period, would not be extravagant and wasteful. Even if ordinary people's homes are full of luxury, I'm afraid Su Shi would still be wearing simple clothes."

Shengxia finally finished eating the fried chicken in her hand. Shengxia threw the bones into the trash can and wiped her hands with toilet paper: "That's right, that's what I mean, so we really don't have anything else to design. The main thing is to pay attention to the details."

Just pick it out?"

"For example, this color scheme, I actually think it can be changed..."

I have to say that Shengxia’s ambition is really strong. He didn’t even take two bites of the fried chicken he ordered, and he threw himself back at work: “Actually, I think we should learn from the monks’ robes from the Northern Song Dynasty. After all, the relationship between Su Shi and Foyin

Because of his friendship, Su Shi often visited Buddhist temples."

"Even so, don't forget that Su Shi must have felt sorry for becoming a monk for the sake of the Buddha's seal at first. In addition, he was a cheerful and free-spirited person. I think it would be more appropriate to add a little more looseness and simplicity to the clothes.

Su Shi’s character.”

"But it's impossible for Su Shi to be too wanton when he was appointed magistrate of Hangzhou." Shengxia was dissatisfied and found another reason.

"To be honest, in addition to Luo Yi, I'm afraid that Su Shi at that time also had to wear short clothes and other clothes that looked ordinary. After all, he was initially fighting floods and droughts, so Su Shi was less likely to wear official robes on weekdays."

An Ji and Sheng Xia each held their own opinions and couldn't come up with a decision for a long time. They had no choice but to decide on two manuscripts and continue to study the protagonist Li Qingzhao in the second part.

"When Li Qingzhao was here in West Lake, her husband Zhao Mingcheng had passed away. It is not an exaggeration to say that this period was a gloomy moment in her life. I think it should be more contrasting with the dark main colors and the exaggerated gold printing.

It’s good to show Li Qingzhao’s mood at that time.”

Sheng Xia was the first to speak, without even reading the script, and directly pointed out Li Qingzhao in that historical background.

As for An Ji, he still didn't put down the script in his hand. After listening to what his best friend said, he only pointed out the above content to the latter: "Look here, the first part is about her terrible second marriage."

"Of course, the main theme is still the storyline that revolves around the poems she wrote."

"For example, we are all familiar with the 'Ru Meng Ling' and 'Slow Sound'. For the former, I think it would be good to use the Qiuxiang green currently produced by the factory, and then the piping will not be painted, just pink with gold stamping.

That feeling of broken gold is very good."

"As for the latter, 'Yellow flowers all over the ground', we don't use other colors. Bright yellow and red are definitely not available, but we can choose one between yellow and brown, such as dim yellow or turmeric, or brown. I think

It’s all just right.”

As for Li Qingzhao's fashion designer, Shengxia and An Ji had the same opinion, and they simply followed An Ji's idea: "Li Qingzhao is not poor. Even if he is lonely in his later years, just because of the original three years in prison

When she becomes Jiutian, you can see that no matter how downcast she is, she will not treat herself badly."

"I think it's basic to change clothes at different times. Even if it's not continuous from day to night here, Li Qingzhao's clothes shouldn't be the same."

All four people in the room nodded. Only then did An Ji realize that his father had come to the door without knowing when, and he didn't know how long he and Sheng Xia had been discussing.

"A long coat is definitely not a short coat." An Jianing also came to join in, "I learned about this back then. With Li Qingzhao's family background, it is absolutely impossible for him to wear a short coat, unlike ordinary people who need textiles and embroidery to supplement their household income.

Like other women, what do you think?"

"I tried to ask the person behind the curtain, but the begonia remained the same." At this time, Shengxia finally knew to read the script a few more times. After reading the beginning, he recited the above sentence, "This sentence shows that even if Li Qingzhao arrived in West Lake, he would not be the same as the Northern Song Dynasty."

If you live a prosperous life like that, you will definitely live a good life!"
To be continued...