. The wind and rain pass by quickly.

Author: Ciliansheng

One draft after another has been scrapped, and even the best creators have their bottleneck period. An Ji is now stuck on the conditions required for quantitative change to produce qualitative change.

The consequence of not being able to move forward and being stagnant is that An Ji can no longer stand any of his current design works, and throws aside the scraps one after another.

On the table, on the floor, and on the bed, An Ji couldn't help but feel a little irritable because of the crumpled pieces of waste paper - he crumpled up another piece of paper in his hand, and An Ji sighed and put it away expressionlessly.

The uneven wrinkles were like An Ji's confused heart. Looking at the drafts that were stacked more than half a meter high, An Ji patted hard and tried to flatten the gaps. After a long time, it was still in vain.

The twinkling stars seemed to be shouting that the night was getting dark and that An Ji was incompetent...

Click, click, bang..."

"Click, click..."

"Ah, that's bad." An Ji put the shuttle aside, frowned and twisted his hands together, "What happened today? I did something wrong again."

The design had no inspiration, and even the weaving made many mistakes. In less than an hour, the thread had been broken three or five times. An Ji was so confused that he could not even count the number of times the thread had been broken, let alone touch it.

Find out what is going on in your mind.

After making a fuss, An Ji did not bother his master, Aunt Zhang, but silently recited it to himself over and over in his heart: You can't be distracted. Since there are still things that have not been resolved, you can't do anything else.

If something goes wrong, otherwise it will never be settled?

"Click, bang!"

"Click, click..."

The "rumbling" sound in the Hangluo factory was still going on rhythmically. An Ji's momentary distraction was not noticed by anyone, but it put great pressure on An Ji himself. He was afraid that if he made any mistakes again, he would not even be able to weave.

If you can't do it well, you really have accomplished nothing.

"Bang!"

As the silk thread broke again, An Ji's mentality collapsed: "Hiss, ah!"

To be honest, although the An family has always lived a mediocre life because An Jianing pursued his dream, An Ji, who has always lived in the love of his parents, has actually never encountered any insurmountable difficulties in the past twenty years.

When he was in school, An Ji encountered a bottleneck period, but at that time, An Ji could see the classmates around him who were also working hard to overcome it, and he was not under as much pressure as he is now - the design was not innovative, the weaving was not good, and the pressure was not as great as it is now.

Coupled with the entanglement that has been lingering in his heart, An Ji can't help but doubt whether he is 'worthy' or not.

"What's wrong, girl? I've seen you sitting there for a long time. Is there anything your Aunt Wang can do for me? Don't be polite to me!" After receiving the water, Aunt Wang walked back and saw An Ji in a daze.

Staring blankly at the loom in front of him, "What can't you figure out? Talk to Aunt Wang and see if I can explain it to you!"

Aunt Wang was so enthusiastic, but An Ji's response was inappropriate now. He didn't know how to respond to Aunt Wang's concern for a moment: "I'm fine, Aunt Wang, don't worry, just do your thing first, I'll come back to you if anything happens."

ask."

Seeing that An Ji really didn't seem to be in any serious trouble, Aunt Wang felt relieved. After a few words of instructions to An Ji, she walked directly to her work station, picked up the shuttle soaked in the water again, and left it behind.

The person will show his face in this world as he shuttles back and forth.

"Huh... I hope there won't be any more problems!"

Bamboo, gold, purple, green; peony, red, ink, blue, pink; lotus, double petal, single petal, freehand, meticulous...

With his mind filled with the design drawings that he had not completed yesterday, An Ji shook his head violently, trying to clear out all the chaotic content in his mind.

Hangluo weaving is inheritance, and clothing design is innovation. Both are the focus of An Ji's work today. If it were normal, An Ji would definitely put design aside. After all, the inheritance in front of him is the foundation.

Besides, cooperating with Shengxia means both of them make less money, but now they have signed a contract with the crew. If they fail to pay it when the time comes, the compensation for breach of contract will be light.

The human brain is like this. The more you don't think about something, the thing will keep spinning in your mind until you can't do anything well. Even when planning, two things that are difficult to prioritize cannot be separated at all.

Maybe there will be a sequence.

'Find out the relatively important thing and do it first.' It is often a 'good advice' put forward by outsiders, but not everything can be compared - just like what many people encountered during their student days.

, the next week is the final exam, and now we have to prepare for the sports competition three days later, how to determine who comes first and who comes last?

An Ji is like this. The two things have the same purpose, but they are not very compatible. I originally wanted to separate the main and the secondary and solve them in order, but this not only did not help, but also added to the worry.

Worry made An Ji unable to do anything.

"What's wrong, An Ji, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

"You've been shaking your head for a long time. Is it because the weather is cold and your cervical vertebrae are not good?" Aunt Wang's greeting was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely laid on An Ji, "If you feel uncomfortable, take a good rest.

I'll go talk to your Aunt Zhang, but if that doesn't work, why don't you go home and rest for a few days?"

"Aren't you going to work with your boyfriend Uncle Ning Yunfan on the drama recently? Even if you are young, having a healthy body is your capital. If you keep doing this, you will burn yourself out!"

The unabashed care and concern of my uncles and aunts, the doting comfort when I made mistakes, the mother's willingness to let go of her heart to pursue my dream, and Uncle Ning Yunfan giving me a chance despite possible comments...

An Ji feels more and more that he has accomplished nothing now and is really sorry for anyone. But blaming himself can't change anything at all. The more An Ji blames himself, the less he dares to show it on his face, and the more confused he becomes in his heart.

"I'm fine, Aunt Wang, you don't have to worry about me." Swallowing the bitterness in his heart, An Ji tried his best to smile, "I'm fine, I just didn't do a good job."

After revealing his 'mistake', An Ji didn't know whether it was the grievance that filled his heart or the self-deprecation of his own incompetence. His eyes couldn't help but turn red. Only because the person in front of him was someone he trusted, he dared to reveal his thoughts.

Show half a minute.

Seeing the girl in front of her hiding the tears that were about to fall, Aunt Wang knew that the former must have something unspeakable on her mind. She immediately stopped her movements, stood up and said without a doubt: "No,

I'll go talk to your Aunt Zhang, she cares more about you, my apprentice, than I do!"

This farce finally reached a stable stage: Aunt Zhang was called over by Aunt Wang, and An Ji was 'forced to take leave' by Aunt Zhang.

Green bamboo climbs high, golden bamboo competes with the sun, An Ji rides his bicycle, and his heart that finally calmed down is stirred up by the bamboos on the street.

An Ji turned his head away and refused to look at anything, but he was forced to see the purple bamboo forest halfway up the mountain not far away, which was set against the Buddhist temple. In the end, he just wanted to find a place where no one was and cry loudly.

The fatigue accumulated over a period of time is released.

But An Ji didn't do this after all, not to mention that he was now considered a semi-public figure. If he was photographed by someone interested, he might be given some kind of title.

"The district-level intangible cultural heritage inheritors born in the 1990s burst into tears in a deserted place, maybe because..."

"She is glamorous in front of the camera, and she is behind the camera with a bicycle and tears on her face. What exactly does her identity as an inheritor of intangible cultural heritage bring to her?"

The short dramas on the short video platform can become popular because of "pass it to ten, and spread it to hundreds of people". When they were imposted and their image was ruined, they also attracted a hundred times of scolding. It is the same now. An Ji knows that he must not do it because of his

Being cowardly and being caught by others makes any excuse to slander intangible cultural heritage.

After returning home in a hazy state, An Ji wanted to collapse directly on the bed, but before his body could touch the mattress, An Ji suddenly sat up again...

"What's wrong with you, you came back so early today?" An Ji didn't report his situation to He Yanqing along the way, so He Yanqing followed An Ji step by step after he came home, keeping the latter behind.

I watched the entire behavior.

Shocked to realize that he had not noticed that his mother had been following behind him, An Ji truly realized how messed up his mind had been in the past two days. After a long sigh, An Ji explained: "This is not a comparison of design drawings.

Are you in a hurry? My uncles and aunts also want me to get it almost done first, so that it won't be too late."

"Then you don't have to be so anxious, right? Don't you care about weaving? Don't you think your ideas come from above?"

Mother He Yanqing's three rhetorical questions in a row actually focused on the key points. An Ji knew this, but as the saying goes, 'the authorities are blind to the beholder,' and even if An Ji could understand what his mother meant now, it did not mean that An Ji could.

Find a way out on your own.

"Okay, I don't care about you anymore, I can't control you either!"

"Since you are going to do design when you come back, you should hurry up and finish it... After all, you now regard Hangluo as your main business. You can't say that you will do nothing for a month or two for such a cooperation."

"Close the door for me." Knowing that his mother must have finished speaking, An Ji did not respond directly, "I won't eat lunch. I don't really want to eat, so don't be mine."

"Okay, tell me when you are hungry. Your dad has gone to do something else. He hasn't seen anyone all morning..."

He still couldn't think clearly about his own affairs. At this time, An Ji was no longer in the mood to think about whether his mother had an idea in her heart and wanted to get rid of him.

The papers on the table were piled up to the level of the window sill not far away, but An Ji understood: He seemed to be working very hard, drawing one after another, but it was all in vain.

In addition to wasting paper and breaking two pencils due to emotional drawing, I am afraid that An Ji's achievement this night is to make Xingguang ashamed of his peers, and Yuehua would rather stay with the dark clouds - such a god makes people who are already depressed

There is no solace to be found.

Two days pass by, sleeping in, shopping, buying food, and watching the scenery. Once people who are always busy take time off, they will find that everything around them is better than "work". Even if this job is a passion, inspiration and energy are exhausted.

moment, it is even more depressing than doing a job you don’t like.

If you feel depressed that you can't even do what you're good at and love, then you can't do anything well; if you feel depressed that your "niche choice" is just an excuse for not being able to do public work; if you feel depressed that you seem to be busy here and there without enjoying it,

I haven't done a good job in life or career.

An Ji suddenly understood the emotions that Shengxia sometimes confided to him. When Shengxia opened a Hanfu store by himself, he had to design by himself, encountered obstacles when looking for OEMs, encountered malicious comments, and had a headache about how to choose between postage and safety.

, it should be the same state of mind as you are now, right?

"What's the matter with you, An An? I heard from aunt that you have been absent-minded these days. What's wrong? Did something happen to Hangluo Factory? See what I can do to help you!"

Shengxia, who suddenly appeared next to An Ji, got straight to the point and did not engage in any unnecessary greetings with An Ji: "You are

Aren’t you too tired recently and your mind is confused, An’an?”

Looking up at the surroundings, An Ji couldn't laugh or cry. But it turned out that he was more familiar with these two roads than himself. In the past two days, he had either walked halfway to Hangluochang, or, like today, he had walked directly to the Midsummer West Lake.

Near the Hanfu store.

"I saw you and that wandering spirit wandering around my door yesterday afternoon. I thought you wanted to give me a surprise? I didn't expect you raised your head and glanced at the plaque and actually laughed at me. After laughing, you accelerated.
To be continued...