Chapter 85: The old days are revealed for the first time and a thousand years are played by one shuttle and one thread

"Do you still remember why we chose Hang Luo to do the final project?"

An Ji's words were a bit abrupt, but Ning Yunfan understood the meaning of the people in front of him. It was everyone's original intention, and it was also An Ji's dream that he would rather deceive his mother than stick to it.

Listening to his girlfriend's words, Ning Yunfan couldn't help but be stunned for a long time.

Why? Is it because of the stunning sight when they met, or because of the thousands of years of changes in the history books, which are in line with culture and economy, and are iconic products of the Chinese nation’s endless struggle...

Or maybe you sketched out your ideas on paper, and then when you actually encountered the material, you just felt that your initial imagination was too thin?

Ning Yunfan couldn't tell when he started to take Hang Luo to heart, and chose an ingredient from among the familiar ingredients that young people nowadays rarely pay attention to, or whose taste is difficult to understand.

“You don’t know where love starts from, but it grows deeper as time goes by.”

As soon as these words came out, Ning Yunfan and An Ji looked at each other and smiled: Since ancient times, literati have used beauty to be more ideal than you, and fragrant grass to describe themselves as noble. Now the former quoted a sentence from Tang Xianzu, which fits the situation very well.

When they met a few years ago, the two of them and An Ji's best friend Sheng Xia were amazed and moved by it. It was never a small detail in it, but the full obsession.

The two people who had things hidden in their hearts now had no intention of reminiscing about the past. They just thought that if they went back at this time, He Yanqing would definitely find out the clues, so they had to find a cooler place and sit quietly in silence.

"An Ji." After a long while, Ning Yunfan suddenly opened his mouth. He only followed the breeze and reached the ears of the person whose name was called, quite casually.

An Ji, who was just staring at the lake in the distance in a daze, turned his head to the side. He was a little confused in a trance, hiding under the fierceness of being desperate for all the things he loved: "Huh?"

"Are you going to keep hiding it like this?"

Different from An Jianing's idealism and He Yanqing's reality, the identities of these two people have been completely changed when it comes to young people.

Compared with An Ji who gave it a try regardless of his future, while supporting Ning Yunfan, he still hoped that his girlfriend could really think about all this: "Maybe in a few years? After all, the older generation has persisted...

"

"Maybe it won't be too late when we ourselves are stable and our parents won't worry anymore?" Although Ning Yunfan chose to hide it for his girlfriend from He Yanqing, privately, she still hoped that the other party could think more carefully.

.

"Besides, if you keep hiding it like this, how long do you plan to keep it a secret?"

Ning Yunfan's words are very realistic. Dreams, love, and perseverance are of course the most beautiful things.

But parents are getting older day by day. If they can't see their children's lives settling down, how can it not be a lifetime of regret for the children?

"Keep it a secret." An Ji could naturally understand what her boyfriend said, but many times, there are too many uncertainties in life, and it is impossible to plan everything in detail, let alone just for the sake of the phrase "can wait."

Wait until you can't wait any longer.

"You can hide it as long as you can."

How smart is his mother? An Ji knows that even if his father and boyfriend are standing by his side, it is impossible to hide this matter forever: "I hope it can be hidden until I can achieve something."

"In that case, leave it to me." Since An Ji would not regret what he had done now, Ning Yunfan followed the former's wish and agreed.

You can hide it as long as you can. Take it one step at a time. When the day comes when you can no longer hide it, there may be other ways...

The two of them just stood on this hill, which was more than a hundred meters long. Every plant and tree was very quiet. They looked at the entire West Lake along the top, and the melancholy that had been hidden in their hearts for a long time was washed away.

An Ji looked back and saw only four big characters written on the outside of the ancient courtyard with yellow walls and black tiles: "Baopu Taoist Temple". Baopu Taoist Temple contains truth, which is the pursuit and understanding of life by the sages.

I remember that at that time, when looking at the ancient simple materialism of Heraclitus and others, some students would always lament that Chinese philosophy was not as advanced as Western philosophy. At that time, An Ji would only use the knowledge in books to refute it.

Whether it is the Five Elements Theory or the Yin-Yang Theory, although it is classified as materialism by textbooks, it is always called a myth.

If it were An Ji today, it would be different: for thousands of years from ancient times to the present, there has been philosophy everywhere that belongs to China... After all, even the slightest trace has its own latitude and longitude.

Put aside those dazzling gold, silver, wealth, hypocrisy and cunning, return to your most authentic pursuit, be simple and natural, maybe this is one of the reasons why you fall in love with Hangluo? So An Ji thought.

I like the self-repetition that never emphasizes its own value. Whether it is the Thirteen Sutras that are most common in factories today, or the Hua Luo, Shu Luo, or even the Zhijin Luo in the anonymous book, they are all based on this.

The simplest self, repeating it again and again, creates a longitude and latitude in the precipitation of time.

"Will it be okay?" An Ji murmured, not knowing whether he was asking a question to his boyfriend or simply searching his own heart.

"Thousands of years of ups and downs have been passed, and in the years to come, they will stand in front of people again."

Perhaps the West Lake, which had been seen for thousands of years not far away, was responding. The breeze caressed An Ji's face and shouted: "Yes, yes!"

Ning Yunfan on the side just listened silently and didn't say anything. He was probably recalling the familiar rumbling sound coming from the factory when he went to pick up An Ji.

At that time, in order to truly understand the characteristics of this material, the three young men were willing to stay in the factory for a full month. They would shamelessly chase after every uncle and aunt every day, asking questions over and over again.

The uncles and aunts responded tirelessly, and this group of young people meticulously recorded everything...

"I remember that the best choice in my mind at that time was not Hangluo." This may be a connection of minds. When Ning Yunfan recalled the first time, An Ji was also recalling that unexpected encounter.

When the students were pursuing the collision of shapes and colors, it was Ning Yunfan who first mentioned the word "cultural confidence".

Because his father is a film and television director, Ning Yunfan, who has been exposed to it since childhood, knows very well what elements a good film and television work must have, or to put it more philistinely, it is a 'gimmick'.

It is precisely because of the direction provided by film and television dramas over the years that Ning Yunfan has a keener sense than others, and he directly focuses his characteristics on the cultural heritage.

"It's not just about simply copying patterns. You can see that many of them are copying Western patterns. Or when some businesses use Chinese elements, they simply copy them without understanding the culture behind them, which often leads to misunderstandings."

On that light and comfortable afternoon, Ning Yunfan's thoughts were rarely active: "It's the same in film and television, whether it's Bu Yao and other issues that have been criticized badly in recent years, or it's ten dramas, nine and a half of them.

You have to use the wrong guqin."

"There are fallacies that won't appear even if we study a little more. We must not be so perfunctory in design."

Unlike Ning Yunfan, who majored in drama and film and television in college and graduate school, An Ji and his best friend Shengxia both transferred from the history department to study design. In fact, they have more say in this matter.

However, Shengxia was obsessed with restoring the standard, and An Ji was obsessed with the inheritance of patterns. If it weren't for Ning Yunfan's suggestion, their starting point would not be this most basic, and it seemed that the fabric had no value at all.

From the Four Famous Brocades to various types of cotton and linen, the three of them traveled through most of China, but they could not finally come to a unified opinion. They even lost the elegance of artistic people and had a big quarrel.

In midsummer, I like field linen. It is cheap and crisp, and is the best choice for restoring some traditional clothing. Even if I can't convince the other two in the end, there is nothing wrong with using this kind of fabric to make new Chinese styles.

An Ji planned to combine expensive materials such as Yun brocade with cotton dyeing and weaving with ethnic minority characteristics to create a work that is the crystallization of the wisdom of the entire nation.

Ning Yunfan, on the other hand, fell in love with Xiangyunsha. Its mysterious and restrained characteristics are exactly in line with the Chinese nation's characteristics of concealment and emphasizing both luxury and practicality. She used it to design clothes, which has the same roots as culture...

After everyone had their own reasons, the three of them almost went their separate ways, each doing their own thing. In the end, Shengxia stood up and gave in, only retaining the inconvenient essence of the system and making clothes that belonged to this era. This ended the farce.

However, the question of what materials to use was still looming in front of everyone. Until they returned to their hometown of Hangzhou from BJ for the holidays, the three of them had not come up with a result.

"We seem to have an almost lost old craft in Hangzhou." They picked up an old newspaper from somewhere in the middle of summer that day. After a closer look, a few people found that it was an old thing from more than ten years ago. Not to mention the craft, just this piece of paper

Newspapers can be considered antiques.

But it turns out that this newspaper was kept by Grandma Shengxia when she was still alive. Elderly people always have the habit of not wanting to waste anything. Even if it is only a few cents or a piece of newspaper, there is a big pile at home.

If it weren't for the fact that Sheng Xia was so miserable after giving in, I would tidied up the entire house and still couldn't find the old things piled up in cardboard boxes.

"How about taking a look?"

"No……"

"Forget it, it's not close to your home."

Shengxia was also a straight-tempered person. When she saw that her best friend and Ning Yunfan were not only hesitant but also looked disapproving, she made a choice for them without hesitation.

“You’ve gone thousands of kilometers away, why don’t you go here?”

"Go ahead! You haven't decided yet anyway, so it wouldn't be a bad idea to have another option."

It's no wonder that An Ji and Ning Yunfan didn't have the intention to take a look at that time. Although people always talk about "clothing, food, housing, transportation" and "silk, silk and satin", it's just like how many people don't know how to live a real life.

How many people really know what 'lingluo satin' should look like?

But in the eyes of many people, the Ling is the injustice behind the three-foot white silk; in the memory of how many people, the Luo only remains in the revelry of the phrase "bloody skirt stained by wine"?

Therefore, all encounters may be inevitable. Without the attraction of history, Ning Yunfan's choice, and Midsummer's instigation, even if this factory was right at his doorstep, An Ji would never have the opportunity to get to know it in his lifetime.

A newspaper from more than ten years ago, a factory that is not sure whether it still exists today. There is no contact information, and you can't even make a phone call in advance.

An Ji still had no idea what the mentality of the three of them was when they took a taxi to a place dozens of kilometers away to try their luck, but he clearly remembered his rather contradictory thoughts at the time.

I not only hope that the factory mentioned in the news will still be built in the same place, so that the three of me can have one more choice, but I also feel in my heart that Hangluo will not be the last piece of fabric left behind. I would rather the former has been moved and closed down, so as not to have to put in another piece of time.

, a little more quarrel.

But what really makes An Ji indescribable is that when he actually saw the factory in the news standing there as it was in the past, he breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt uneasy...

The chaos around them reflects the orderliness of the factory. Eight out of ten young people today are afraid of society. Regardless of how well they chat online, when they are actually in front of the factory, none of the three of them knows how to take the initiative to speak.

It was also a sultry summer day, and the three people who were so nervous that they didn't know how to speak made their hands sweaty due to the oppressive atmosphere in the factory and the deafening sound of the looms.

The densely packed but extremely orderly interior of the factory, the spacious and tall space that still doesn't bring any coolness or tranquility, all of this can undoubtedly bring a strong sense of oppression to people, which makes people feel a little uncomfortable because they didn't tell anyone.

People who are extremely impolite cannot organize their language well.

In the end, it was Shengxia, the boldest social cow, who tried to speak: "Hello? We are design students and would like to know..."

It's a pity that even though Shengxia had amplified his voice twice, it was still buried in the noise that didn't stop for a moment.

The three of them felt increasingly embarrassed that they had barged in so rashly. Since their shouts had been drowned out and they saw all the uncles and aunts inside working hard, they felt even more uncomfortable that they shouldn't be disturbed.

After standing there for about three to five minutes, even the back of the hand, a place that is not prone to sweating, seemed to be completely blocked by hot and humid water vapor. Now even Sheng Xia, who had originally encouraged the three of them to search, gave up...

The moment everyone turned around, an aunt with slightly white hair, about sixty years old, and a pair of lively eyes walked out.

"Are you coming?" There was no hint of boredom or dissatisfaction in Aunt Zhang's tone, just vigilant doubts.

At that time, An Ji didn't understand this vigilance, but only now does he know that Aunt Zhang was afraid that the secrets belonging to the country and the nation would be learned by outsiders who were only interested in profit, and the original cultural foundation would be lost.

"Hello, aunt, we want to get to know Hang Luo."

"We want to try to use our traditional materials to make designs, I don't know..."

Shengxia was only halfway through what she said when she was interrupted by Aunt Zhang, who welcomed the three of them directly in: "I just took a break and showed you these old objects. If you want to know anything, you can ask me."

——————

Off-topic: All the typos you found have been corrected. I have been too busy recently and have no time to reply. Sorry.
Chapter completed!