Chapter 134 Green mountains and green waters take on new colors, and the long river transforms Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

Author: Ciliansheng

Chapter 134 Green mountains and green waters take on new colors, and the long river transforms Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

The eye-catching green made An Ji realize that his design was out of place. The lively and smart life in the anonymous book, or the graceful and gorgeous life reality, were boldly used in the design by An Ji.

Just like Xia Zhi'an's gold-printed round-neck robe in the short play, and the princess's daughter's delicate peach pink skirt - the Song Dynasty culture in An Ji's eyes is by no means just a plain color.

Not only plain colors can set off elegance and the "silt but unstained" nature of the West Lake, Song Yun culture is as colorful as any culture.

"Is this your design?"

The visitor spoke without warning, speaking Mandarin with a Northeastern accent that hit An Ji's eardrums. The latter raised his head, but to his surprise, there was a foreigner with golden brown hair and a beard in front of him.

When An Ji came back to his senses, he spat out a sentence from his nostrils. He couldn't help but be extremely cautious about the purpose of the visitor: "Yes."

"When I was a teenager, my parents moved me to China, and I lived in the Northeast for more than ten years!" Xu noticed An Ji's worries, and the visitors explained themselves, even though there were many people watching the exhibition around.

The tourists looked over and did not feel embarrassed, "I have always been interested in Chinese history. I heard that there is an exhibition of Song Dynasty costumes here, so I took the high-speed rail here!"

"Only when I got here did I realize that it turned out to be Song Yunzhan, not the Song Dynasty. Can you tell me the difference?"

"Your design... is very special, but you were also invited to participate in the exhibition, which means that your design is not wrong." Even though I have lived in China for more than ten years, I can still hear something awkward in the Chinese dialect of the visitors.

"So, this is Song Yun as you understand it? It's different from what everyone else understands?"

Domestic recognition and international recognition are both important to An Ji. Even if the visitor is not an industry insider, it is the first time An Ji has come into contact with comments from people with different cultural backgrounds - he wants to make Hangluo known to the world.

Evaluations from different regions and cultural backgrounds are very valuable.

Therefore, An Ji did not look down upon the other party just because he was a foreigner: "Song Yun's elegance is not limited to elegance, it can also be a kind of nobility."

"Song Yun's elegance is not only in line with today's times, but its vigorous vitality and vitality are the millennium inheritance that Song Yun has left to today's people."

The visitor nodded in confusion, but still praised sincerely: "Chinese culture is profound, profound, amazing, amazing!"

An Ji smiled and did not deny what the visitor said. China is an ancient civilization with an uninterrupted history and culture. No matter which dynasty or which nation it is, the society has created one legend after another.

Song Yun culture is a bright star in the long history. Even today, it can still shine with its brilliance and is fully worthy of the word "amazing".

Some stopped to admire or take photos. Some of the tourists coming and going noticed An Ji like the foreigner just now, while others frowned and left in a hurry with confusion.

Although he wants visitors to understand the Song Yun culture in their hearts and see the unique beauty displayed by Hang Luo in his clothing, An Ji will never force visitors to stay and listen to what he has to say.

"Dad, Mom, this looks great!"

"Run slower, it's impolite to be so loud."

It was approaching noon, and Sheng Xia had already arrived near the exhibition hall, urging An Ji to go out for dinner on his mobile phone. The exhibition hall also became empty, with only three or two people left.

The childish voices of the two little girls sounded one after another. Although not harsh, they echoed in the empty exhibition hall.

"Walk slower." The mother followed behind, patted her sister on the shoulder, and looked at her sister who was not far away. "Don't run so fast. Listen to your sister. It's not polite to shout so loudly."

"Hmm..." My sister pursed her lips and nodded slightly apologetically. After a moment, she was as happy as ever, "But this one is really beautiful. This pink skirt is just like Huahua!"

The mother then turned her head and looked at the clothes on the model. They were emerald green, pink, red and gold. Compared with other booths in the entire exhibition, they were a bit luxurious.

"This..." Although my father didn't understand it very well, he still expressed doubts about An Ji's works, and the doubts in his eyes were not concealed at all, "Let's continue to look at the back."

Children always like bright and eye-catching things. The two little girls stood there and refused to leave, and the father couldn't do anything about them.

"Wait a minute, this work looks like the heir who made short plays."

The introduction next to the booth stated the identity of the creator. When he turned his head and saw An Ji standing nearby with a "Creator" sign, the mother of the two girls said to her daughter: "If you like, you can."

Ask your sister."

The girls were still very young, so how could they really ask any questions? The mother took the lead and asked a few easy-to-understand questions.

The father stood aside a little impatiently, pacing on the one-meter-square floor tiles.

"An Ji!" Shengxia, who could not wait any longer, appeared at the door of the exhibition hall. He opened his mouth exaggeratedly and read pictures to attract the attention of his best friend, "I'm here!"

An Ji was still busy and could only concentrate on reaching out and waving to Shengxia. The latter leaned over silently and smiled at the four people in front of him.

"Then let's go first, please..." When the mother of the two girls saw An Ji's friends coming to see her, she said hello and planned to leave, so as not to disturb An Ji's rest.

On the other hand, the father who had been silent just now seemed to have finally suppressed a question and spoke seriously: "They say that the aesthetics of the Song Dynasty were elegant and subtle. I read in the introduction that you are also an inheritor of intangible cultural heritage, so you should know better than us."

"Can this bright red color really express the charm of Song Dynasty?"

Hearing these stinging words, Shengxia knew that the person in front of him was doubting An Jide's unqualification, so naturally he felt uncomfortable and even thought of refuting it.

But before the two best friends could respond, the father of the two girls spoke again: "Knowing your identity will put a layer of filter on many people. What do you say, if it is wrong?

The impact is not ordinary."

"Do you think An Ji's design is too 'luxurious', so it's not the style that Song Yun should have?" It's not that Shengxia can't understand the father's 'concerns', but she doesn't want to hear her best friend being questioned, "Actually,

Red is not luxurious, and the elegance of Song Dynasty is not plain color."

"The red and green phoenix crowns are equally elegant, and the paintings on the rim of the mantle can also be complex and golden." Shengxia pointed to the background board behind the display stand, which had several Song dynasty poems printed on it, "The poets of the graceful school also have gorgeous rhetoric and are bold and bold.

The poets of the school are even more hearty, and the culture of each dynasty is in full bloom and complements each other."

Seeing that the dissatisfaction on the face of the man in front of him was gradually replaced by guilt, Shengxia glanced at An Ji, indicating to the latter to introduce his design.

"This one is the elegant Song Yun in your understanding, right? There is also this one... But if I take away this red set, you will find that the green mountains are nowhere to be seen, and Xihe is in seclusion, and the whole thing is like a plate of loose sand.

"

"On the other hand, if I only keep this red one and this clear lotus one, it will be too delicate and stable."

"They are all part of Song Yun, just like Song Yun is part of Chinese culture. They have never been independent individuals, nor can they be summarized by just one ranking. Otherwise, why should we talk about their contemporary value?

"

The two girls kept their eyes on the clothes. They were obviously attracted by the unique natural beauty of Hangluo, which was different from other man-made fabrics. An Ji noticed it and spoke immediately: "You can take a look at this material.

, if children are interested, they can touch it, it’s okay.”

"The same goes for Hangluo. In the past, princes and nobles were guests of wealthy families, but now we ordinary people can afford it. We weavers and silkworm farmers can afford to wear it."

From "Those who are covered with silk robes are not silkworm farmers" to today's "silver silk silk robes, ordinary clothes", perhaps this is the true value of the times of a culture, and perhaps this is the reason why Hangluo and even Song Yun culture has been passed down for thousands of years.

The true embodiment of immortality.

"Well, this material is indeed good." After listening to An Ji and Shengxia's words, the man still had some stubborn hesitation. When vision and touch were superimposed, the man looked at his wife and mentioned his old man for no reason, "I remember Mom had a

I touched it once when I was a child many years ago. It was soft but looked firm."

"I moved later and I don't know if it was sold or stolen. I never saw my mother wearing it again. I have never seen this material. It turned out to be Hangluo."

Hearing this, Shengxia raised her eyebrows at An Ji, the meaning is self-evident: OK, this time the nostalgic person knows what the treasure of his mother is in his memory, and he will no longer look down on you, nor will he look down on you anymore.

In my eyes, these treasures are worth their time.

The best friend was very excited, but An Ji didn't respond, just smiled without comment.

"Where did you buy this material? Can it..." As soon as the husband said this, he was pinched secretly by his wife who was holding back her laughter. He didn't recover for a long time.

"Ah, ah, why did I forget? You are the inheritor of intangible cultural heritage. Do you usually make clothes and sell them? I want to buy one for my mother to make up for her regret that she has been reluctant to wear it all these years."

Sheng Xia, who had come to wait for his best friend more than half an hour ago, became impatient. He took out his mobile phone and made mistakes several times while he was busy. Then he clicked on the WeChat QR code.

"Add me first. An An will definitely come over in the afternoon. I'll take her to dinner first. If you have anything to ask, ask me on WeChat."

Seeing that the man's cell phone had just remembered the beep for scanning the QR code, Shengxia didn't care whether the former had applied properly or not, and directly pulled An Ji out and ran away: "Let's go, let's go!"

"Take a look at what time it is. It's five minutes to one o'clock. The afternoon exhibition will start at 1:30 in the afternoon. You must be unwilling to come late by then. Will your stomach or your life be at risk?"

The gestures made in midsummer should not be exaggerated, as if An Ji could disappear from the world after just one hungry meal.

"Okay, do you have something to tell me?"

"Our An'an is still smart, but don't be in a hurry... Let's eat first, I'll stay with you in the afternoon, talk to you when no one is around, and then I'll talk to you in detail in the evening."

The two best friends have been buried under work recently, and it is rare to get together to rest. No amount of love can eliminate fatigue. A fast food meal makes the two of them feel different happiness.

"Hey, wait a minute, that tourist just contacted me." While he was drinking a drink, the screen of Shengxia's mobile phone lit up. He casually touched a few handfuls of paper towels with his oily hands and went straight to grab the phone.

"Here, look, he told me that he was very sorry just now. He had a bad attitude at first. It was because he didn't understand, so he doubted how you got into the exhibition and was afraid of spoiling their children."

Shengxia turned the phone to an angle that both of them had to stretch their necks to see, euphemistically calling it 'fair and reasonable', and then read what was on the phone to An Ji: "I understood it after listening to what you said.

, now I want to buy some clothes for my mother."

"So, he is actually right. People have some filters for the inheritors of intangible cultural heritage. If we fake it and spread some wrong knowledge, the impact will be earth-shaking."

After seeing the other party's apology and sincere request for sale, An Ji didn't feel happy about the arrival of a new order. Instead, he summed it up in this sentence.

"Hmm...but actually speaking now, unless you really understand intangible cultural heritage, few people can accurately find you."

Shengxia had already discovered this problem when An Ji first started making short video accounts. It was not until this period of time that she followed the research of the sister of the CPPCC that Shengxia became more and more certain about this matter.

Now, facing her best friend, Shengxia did not shy away from telling the truth to An Ji: "If you hadn't made that short play and got out of the entertainment industry, I'm afraid everyone would have to go to that fake shop to learn about Hang Luo."

"Look at the ones you posted at the beginning. They had almost no traffic, a few likes, and dozens of views. Even those that were distributed by purchasing heat, there were not many conversions."

She looked through the screenshots on her phone. Because it was so long ago, Shengxia couldn't find the record of the counterfeit shop before it was reported and banned, so she simply put down her phone and continued talking to An Ji.

"On the contrary, it is their words that attract traffic, such as words that no one in the country buys, that people interact with..."
To be continued...