Chapter 129: The pure sound is searching for the brocade in the clouds, the turbid wine is scattered and rolled up in quilts

Author: Ciliansheng

Chapter 129: The pure sound is searching for the brocade in the clouds, the turbid wine is scattered and rolled up in quilts

The clouds are rolling in the sky, and the fish in the lake are jumping and reflecting thousands of scales. The wind is blowing on the waist of the hanging willow, and the light is shining on the eyelashes of the beauty.

As far as the eye can see, there are ten miles of gorgeous clothes and a pool of happy people. The already bustling West Lake is filled with people coming and going, and the waves are rolling like boiling waves.

It is true that it is rare to have a start-up ceremony by the West Lake. To set the start-up location here, Uncle Ning Yunfan’s courage was not enough. He had to rely on the money he had saved over the years. In this drama, since he is the employer,

As the screenwriter and director, he almost has the absolute say.

"How about it? Your uncle's ideas are not behind those of you young people, right?" Everything that needs to be prepared has been prepared. Taking advantage of the moment before the start-up ceremony, his uncle Tong Ning Yunfan joked.

The power-on ceremony plus the West Lake Poetry Garden Tour, if you arrive at the time when the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, you can say that there is nothing to fault.

"Director Ning!"

I don't know what happened, but the staff called over there. Uncle Ning Yunfan could only shrug his shoulders and retreat from the three young people.

"I have to say that ginger is still hot when he is old!" Glancing at the grand scene around him, Sheng Xia curled his lips, "Although holding a power-on ceremony in West Lake can gain publicity, if you deliberately maintain order around it, even if it doesn't take half an hour,

As soon as someone with good intentions reported it, the taste changed."

“It’s really great to have a poetry festival like this, set up a few lottery prizes, and promote it in an interactive way before starting the machine!”

"I'm stunned, I'm stunned. Whatever you look at, you have to analyze other people's marketing models." An Ji said hurriedly, dragging Shengxia into the crowd, "Relax your career, you have been tired for a while.

Aren’t you tired of raising money?”

Shengxia was dissatisfied and stood there, refusing to leave at all: "I'm not just studying how to make money, you see, this is also a way of cultural communication..."

"You are the only one who knows how to make excuses. Leave quickly, or Ning Yunfan and his uncle will arrest you and take you to the opening ceremony to take pictures!"

Hearing this, Shengxia shivered in fright: "That's not okay! If I accidentally get close to one of their 'brothers'... hiss!"

The power of ardent fans of traffic stars cannot be underestimated, and sometimes their impact on social security is not good.

Although this kind of behavior is naturally unworkable in a legal society, even if the perpetrator is severely punished by the law, the impact on the victim will last for a long time. Shengxia does not dare to bet on whether he will become that "victim".

"My uncle only casts roles with veteran actors, so nothing like that will happen." Probably because he was worried about An Ji alone, Ning Yunfan followed him at some point, "I told him,

You don't like to join in the fun, he understands."

"But my uncle also said that there may be a special interview to build publicity for the TV series. It just so happens that the application for Anji city-level intangible cultural heritage is about to be approved."

An Ji and Sheng Xia are not afraid of facing the camera, not to mention this rare opportunity to appeal to the public to fall in love with Hang Luo and traditional Chinese culture. This is what they both dream of.

"Okay, then you two take your time and play. You can also watch a few short clips of our actors performing live. My uncle wants to bring you a wave of traffic first." He conveyed all the words that his uncle wanted to convey.

Two best friends, An Ji and Ning Yunfan, trotted to and fro at the start-up ceremony.

The waves of the lake gather thousands of miles away, and the willows are blowing colorfully. The winter day in the West Lake is still beautiful even though it is cold. At this time, the green streets all over the street are shuttling among the children who come here to participate in the poetry meeting, hoping to catch more flowers.

"An Ji, look, that's the one we just put on the shelves, right?"

Looking in the direction pointed by Sheng Xia, the clothes on a couple caught An Ji's attention: "It seems to be true. Although we do have a lot of sales backstage, I really didn't expect to meet them in life."

"Who says it's not the case? When I first started making Hanfu, in addition to hoping that more people could feel the beauty of Hanfu and even the costumes of various ethnic groups, I actually also had a small selfish intention, that is, I hoped that one day the clothes I designed would be used by people.

Wearing it on the street... it would be best if I could encounter one by chance!"

Shengxia's selfishness was really not big, but the urgency and excitement when she spoke made An Ji burst into laughter.

"Look, you're laughing at me again. I don't dare to expect too much!" Knowing that her best friend was laughing at me for being naive again, Shengxia couldn't help but feel angry, "These have to be done step by step to achieve the small goals before.

, I will dare to have big ideals later!”

An Ji nodded in agreement. Before he could react, An Ji was pulled by Shengxia and turned around: "Let's go over there and join in the fun at their power-on ceremony!"

"Nothing else, the main reason is that the live broadcasts and videos of our Hanfu store are basically done by myself... I'm afraid of being recognized." Knowing that her attitude changed inexplicably, Shengxia explained in a low voice.

While walking back along Midsummer, An Ji didn't forget to joke: "Okay, who knew that the stores we are killing on the Internet would actually be a social terror in reality!"

"Who said..."

"Then why did our store turn around?"

"Okay, okay, it's all up to you... Aren't I afraid of being rushed into those pre-sales and design drawings?"

The two best friends chatted and laughed as they approached the main venue of the Poetry Club, which was also the location of the launch ceremony. From a distance, they saw the four big characters "Poetry in West Lake" written in a cool and unrestrained way on the billboard.

"Or you have to be a professional calligrapher. The more you look at it, the more interesting it becomes." Shengxia stretched her neck and looked at it, "An Ji, look at the airplane box we designed, the tags and so on, the words are all at first glance.

It’s very beautiful, but after looking at it for a long time, I feel that there are flaws everywhere.”

"When I get rich, I will definitely find a calligrapher to write one for me, and then redesign the packaging." Sheng Xia stared at the title of the play "Poetry on the West Lake" and looked at it again and again, and she clicked her tongue in admiration.

"Look, this is a pretty good name."

“The West Lake in poetry, West Lake is the hometown of poetry, plus Liu Yong’s phrase ‘Ten Miles of Lotus’, it’s really complete!”

Shengxia really talked a lot, and it also had a little bit of "people madness". The more people there were, the more excited she became. She just kept talking in An Ji's ears: "Hey, An Ji, I think you can't win this time."

Luo will definitely be completely infuriated."

"Just look at the ones that became popular before. Basically, they are inseparable from the support of film and television dramas. And I also read their script. I think that although it looks too canonical on the surface, it is similar to the one that became popular two years ago.

It’s like a modern historical film, with many anecdotes about the three great poets, and the characters are very cute.”

"Based on the fact that we also created a short drama that became a hit at that time, I dare to say that your uncle Ning Yunfan's drama will definitely be a hit!" A good chat will soon turn into a mysterious gossip like gossip in the middle of summer.

"Let's lend my good fortune to you both!"

"Hahaha."

"Sheng Xia, what good will it do you to laugh me to death?"

"I'll laugh you to death. If I laugh you to death, no one will exploit the labor force!"

There are many great directors who make movies. Uncle Ning Yunfan is not actually well-known, but this 'new' opening ceremony has attracted a lot of media reports. The crowd is getting bigger and bigger, and An Ji and Shengxia also take the opportunity to squeeze out.

, go to the activity area to join in the fun.

Walking to the self-service answering area, he picked up the questions printed on the table. Before An Ji started to read, Sheng Xia's voice sounded again: "An Ji, you said that if you combine this with the script that was particularly popular a while ago, I'm afraid it can be

It attracts a lot of people!”

"Bamboo curtains in the tent, ask about the begonias after the rain. Think about Li Qingzhao, although the rest of her life was not smooth, she was actually quite optimistic. Although she wrote about the miserable spring, she still had a bit of leisure and leisure in the end." Xu studied Chinese language and literature earlier.

In my mind, Sheng Xia couldn't stop talking about it.

"When I didn't know Hang Luo before, I just thought that the ancients were not stupid and would not let the curtains hold them half to death." As she spoke, Shengxia sighed, "Now that I think about it, it is both ventilated and beautiful... and then think about the flowers and candles in other people's bridal chambers.

, the faint warm yellow color, isn’t it the ambient light we are talking about now?”

"Li Bai wrote hundreds of poems about drinking wine. Did you know that Li Qingzhao also wrote poems after drinking?" At a stall not far away, the host was speaking vigorously in his opening remarks, "Li Bai will exchange for fine wines and sell them with you."

Li Qingzhao also wrote about wine in his famous line "Eternal Sorrow."

The specific rules of the game were written on the notice board in front of the booth, but the participants gathered in three circles on the left and three on the right, so that the participants in the back row could only hold up their long selfie sticks and reach in front of the notice board.

Take a photo and then take it back carefully to look at it.

"Be careful, you almost hit our child's head!"

"You don't know how to take good care of your children, so why do you come to join in the fun? You haven't encountered them yet. If you encounter them, you will tell them later!"

"Okay, okay, everyone takes a step back, everyone comes out to play."

When there were more people, some trouble would inevitably arise. An Ji and Sheng Xia felt that they did not have the ability to break up the fight, so they simply stayed away and did not get involved.

"Hey, to be honest, we are all here to play, there is really no need." Shengxia, who was a little farther away from the crowd, still couldn't help but complain, "Sometimes I can understand why it is so difficult to spread our culture..."

The excellent traditional Chinese culture contains countless ideas of "harmony is the most precious", "tolerance" and "love of benevolence". It also repeatedly mentions "If you don't fight with your husband, you can't fight with him", "The best is like water, and water is good for benefit."

The inaction thoughts such as "Everything without fighting" are implemented.

In both developed and underdeveloped areas, there is still a preference for boys over girls, or there are various constraints on women. Sometimes, if you look at it, the social environment is even more unfavorable to women than the one recorded in that anonymous book.

Self-reliance.

"The ideas of the older generation cannot be changed, but these valuable and positive ideas from various schools should really be incorporated into textbooks. In this way, even if the children's family education is not good, they can at least pass the education of society and schools.

Change it!"

"Nowadays, many people in society use the guise of 'taking the best and discarding the dross' to treat the relationship between father and son, master and disciple in the name of 'equality', and practice 'arbitrary behavior'," Sheng Xiayue said.

The more indignant he became, "How many teachers now are so humble that they don't even dare to say harsh words to their students."

Shengxia, who wanted to use the naughty child as an example, swallowed half of what she said, "How many parents nowadays... are also quite naughty themselves."

"Just like those people on the Internet, when we talk about cultural self-confidence, there are always people who criticize us, saying that we have blind cultural self-confidence, saying that a certain country has had a certain innovation for so many years, and we are just now making it."

"I just don't understand. What did you do when they came to criticize?" Shengxia sneered, but she couldn't get rid of the sourness in her heart. "At this point, are you still saying that you can't evaluate chefs because you can't cook?"

"Is this a concept? When you eat, you at least know the concept of rice. For those of us with cultural things, they start complaining without even understanding the concept... It's good to innovate. No one supports it. There is a passion for innovation.

What’s the use?”

"It's not necessary for them to provide material support. Just some spiritual support is enough." He bent down and picked up the mineral water bottle on the ground in midsummer, throwing it heavily into the trash can nearby. "Besides, as for the innovations they talked about, how many of them are there?"

They were all made by our ancestors, and someone restored them in the last century!"
To be continued...