Three autumn days and one day of reminiscing about the past, I don’t realize that the pond is full of wind and lotus.

Fortunately, his colleague closed the window in time and the succulent tree on An Ji's desk did not die.

"Xiao An, you didn't close the window yesterday. Documents flew everywhere on the table. It's a shame that Li Jing saw that you closed it for you, otherwise you would have to clean it up today." Seeing An Ji coming in with her bag, her colleague pointed to the side.

A good reminder for documents with some water marks.

"Okay, thank you." An Ji nodded in agreement without saying anything else. He sat in front of the computer, sorted out the things on the desktop, and started his ordinary day again.

Yesterday's clouds had been carried away by the breeze, and the clear sky and blue sun could actually put people in a good mood. Even An Ji, who had just had a fruitless cold war with his mother yesterday, was still moved by the light that spread all over the table.

Typing on the keyboard is easy for An Ji. At first, he was limited because he was not familiar with the backends of major platforms that had been updated and iterated.

After getting familiar with it in less than a week, the job arranged by He Yanqing for his daughter became even less challenging. An Ji finished the work while yawning, and most of the time he only had to rely on

Sitting in a chair doing nothing.

[Ning Xu Yifan Zuo Zhou: I heard from my uncle that you had another conflict with your aunt yesterday? 】

[Ning Xu Yifan is a lone boat:[Unbelievable.JPEG]]

[Ning Xu Yifan Zuo Zhou: I’ve told you, you and your aunt’s temperaments are such that you won’t let anyone go. If you can’t stand it, just calm down first. If there’s anything you need to calm down, talk to your aunt again. 】

Looking at the message from Ning Yunfan, An Ji sighed: It's not that he doesn't want to be quiet, it's just that his own mother didn't even give him a chance to explain...

[Ning Xu Yifan Zuozhou: Actually, I don’t think my aunt can’t hear what you say]

[Ning Xu Yifan works alone: ​​Aunt actually always respects your choice]

[Ande Yun Kai Yue Ji: So? 】

[Ning Xu Yifan Zuo Zhou: So, is there anything that Auntie doesn’t want to talk about, for example, is there any story between Auntie and Hang Luo? 】

Looking at the screen blankly, An Ji didn't know how to respond to Ning Yunfan for a moment.

As Ning Yunfan said, her mother has always respected her choices and would even stand behind her and be her strongest support when no one else supported her.

But when it comes to Hang Luo, her mother is like a man possessed. Although An Ji has been vaguely aware of the reason these days, which may be related to his father, everything is still just a guess.

Considering the things his father put on the balcony, and what Ning Yunfan said now, An Ji couldn't help but make An Ji suspicious. His mother must be hiding something from him. Maybe she didn't want to reveal her father's dark history, or maybe she didn't want to reveal his father's dark history.

Is there some more unspeakable reason...

[I would rather Xu Yifan be a lone boat: I just said it casually, but don’t ask your aunt directly]

Seeing that An Ji didn't respond for a long time, Ning Yunfan was also a little worried, fearing that the former would directly ask He Yanqing to get to the bottom of the matter because of his random guess, ignoring his aunt's purpose of concealing the matter.

Even though An Ji has his own soft concessions and is not as straightforward as Sheng Xia, his ideas are not generally correct. As long as An Ji has plans and questions, he will implement them immediately without any delay.

[Ande Yunkai Yue Ji Ji:...]

[An Deyunkai Yueji: I’m not stupid enough to ask my mother directly]

[An Deyunkai Yueji: Since she wants to hide it from me, she must have her own reasons. Even if I ask now, she can't tell me.]

[I would rather Xu Yifan be a lone boat:[sigh][sigh][sigh]]

Even after being prompted by her boyfriend to figure out the reason why her mother had been blocking him, An Ji still couldn't let go, and couldn't think of a suitable way to solve it.

After putting down the phone, all that was left was to lean back, turn the chair, lean on the chair in the office and look out the window - nothing to do, nothing to do.

After lunch and finishing the work at hand, An Ji felt sleepy while looking at his mobile phone. He propped up his chin and stood there for a while. His eyelids were still fighting, so he just lay down on the table in front of him and fell asleep with his arms as his pillow.

Using the light as a quilt and falling asleep to the sound of chatting with his colleagues, An Ji felt that the noise in his ears was getting louder and louder, until it finally turned into the roar of machinery, and he began to sweat faintly in his hair.

"Why did you come here today?" It was Aunt Zhang's voice, but the words she said were really strange. Instead of being gentle and generous as usual, it was a bit bitter.

"If you don't hurry up now that you're here, you'll have to be lazy when the weather gets hotter..."

Before An Ji could react, he was already pulled down in front of the loom. Before he could recover from the deafening "bang" sound, An Ji felt that his whole body was so hot and stuffy, as if he couldn't breathe.

.

"You're already late, why are you still so stunned that you don't know what to do?" The voice was obviously Aunt Wang's, but Aunt Wang usually cares about her health the most, so why today...

Before An Ji could understand all this, he found that his hands were already touching the loom, and he was like a puppet on strings, working tirelessly.

An Ji's hand was sore and he wanted to stop, but his arm felt as if he had been electrocuted. The slightest movement made his arm numb and painful.

"This can't be done. Why are you so arrogant about how you will lead us to Hangzhou? Let me tell you, today's children really want to persevere but don't persevere. They will only talk empty words!"

No, An Ji knew: These words were definitely not what the aunts and uncles said. Did he go the wrong way? Just where? Is this a dream? Why does Meng feel numbness in his arms?

An Ji felt that his mind was in chaos. He endured the numbness in his arms and wanted to stand up and look outside, but there was a nagging sound in his ears that was like chanting sutras.

Pricking up his ears, An Ji wanted to hear clearly what the chatter was about. He just vaguely heard something like "computer" and "files", but it was replaced by the "buzzing and rumbling" mechanical sound again.

Suddenly there was a shaking like a landslide, and An Ji found that the familiar but inconsistent scene in front of him was completely crumbling, and instead, a clear voice came from his ears.

"It's not okay for you to sleep like that. You're already under the sun, and you're lying on your arms. If it goes on for a long time, you'll be suffocating."

It turned out that a colleague saw An Ji lying on the table and was breathing heavily, so he shook An Ji awake, muttered words of helplessness and concern for a long time, and then handed the document in his hand to An Ji, who had calmed down a little.

An Ji.

"An Ji, I've put the documents here for you. You can do it slowly."

"Don't sleep like that. Even if you can't hold it in, it's not good for the cervical spine." Seeing An Ji completely wake up from his sleep, the colleague returned to his work station and sighed, "The arm is numb and the blood is not flowing smoothly.

, which is also not good for the body.

"Thank you." After waking up, he found that the roar just now was still ringing in his ears. In addition, he was a little suffocated from sleeping on the table just now. An Ji felt his heart beat faster. He didn't look back until he found the source of the sound.

God came and responded to my colleague’s words.

An Ji patted the computer host on the side which was still beeping non-stop. He faced the computer and massaged it with his arms crossed, trying to relieve the numbness.

When his arms felt relieved, An Ji closed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath three or two times. He picked up the file on the side and began to modify it against the document that had been prepared on the computer.

"Not seeing each other for one day is like three autumns. Autumn is just right..."

After the copy was typed, An Ji was stunned. Wasn't the confusing dream just now his own "a day without seeing is like three autumns apart"?

At this moment, An Ji has completely come out of that trance-like dream. As the saying goes, "I think about something every day and dream about it at night." The reason why Aunt Zhang and Aunt Wang in the dream are the same as those in real life.

It's so different that it's actually not difficult to explain.

An Ji knew that the suppressed emotions in his heart turned into nightmares, and that was why he had such a bizarre dream in broad daylight. But when he calmed down, An Ji couldn't help but think of those years...

"Although things have gotten better in recent years, there are still very few young people coming to buy them." Every time she mentioned it, Aunt Wang would sigh for a while, "Basically, it's the old Hangzhou people who know about it and buy it back to make clothes."

"I think it was different back then. There were many factories that could weave ham and there were many machinists who could weave ham."

"Can't you please come back?" At that time, Shengxia and Ning Yunfan were designing together in the factory. Shengxia asked without thinking.

"Why……"

Not only Aunt Wang sighed now, but the uncles and aunts who were listening to the conversation next to them all looked helpless: "It's been so many years, where can I find these people?"

"Besides, even if you can find him, he is already very old. Even if you trouble them to bring him a disciple, it won't be as easy as you think."

Now Shengxia also understood that what Aunt Wang was talking about was probably decades ago, that is, her grandparents' generation... Nowadays, it is indeed impossible for her grandparents' generation to return to the factory.

Work, or take care of an apprentice.

Listening to Aunt Wang's words, Aunt Zhang couldn't help but sigh, and began to talk to the three young people about the prosperity in history: "It's useless to mention the past. If we count decades or hundreds of years forward,

That’s different.”

"But it was useless to mention it back then. The key is to let more people know about Hangluo now."

Hangluo has international influence, and many time-honored brands will also specialize in buying and making clothes for sale. However, in the rapidly developing modern society, Hangluo must not rest on its laurels and only stay in the memories and nostalgia of the older generation and become what others say.

Expired products that are 'behind the times' and 'do not meet the needs of the times'.

This is the purpose that the aunts and uncles in the factory insist on, and it is also the reason that moved An Ji and the others...

"You all know that if you are studying English now, in the eyes of foreigners, porcelain and China are equated, but there are also some sayings that call lacquerware the same word as Japan."

"Think about hundreds or thousands of years ago, these were all things sold overseas along the Silk Road from China."

"After being inscribed on the World Heritage List, we also went to find out what other inheritors were doing. We use porcelain in every household, and many people are willing to learn about it without publicity."

"A lot of people are actually making lacquerware like the one mentioned on the Internet now, and it is also at a price that is acceptable to the common people... But just like silk, many people regard it as something unattainable."

What Aunt Zhang said had been deeply engraved in An Ji's mind when he was studying history. Otherwise, it would not have prompted the latter to give up continuing to study history with his tutor and instead choose the arduous path of using clothing design to spread Chinese culture.

road.

In the past, An Ji just looked at those words, which were already shocking and embarrassing enough.

Then the rise and fall of these cultures and crafts, the ups and downs, may be more concrete in Aunt Zhang's eyes, just like the extinction of wild animals one by one.

It is also for these sorrows that have been buried in the blood for thousands of years. Although they can be seen and touched, they pass by inadvertently with time...

Regardless of the naming of porcelain or lacquerware, they are all foreigners’ correct or incorrect understandings of culture, but what is truly terrifying is the blending of cultures from generation to generation. After the collision, no one knows what the children a hundred years from now will be like.

How to understand these Chinese cultures.

Do you regard elements such as cherry blossoms, matcha, and cranes as representatives of Japan? Do you scold other countries for registering the world's intangible cultural heritage, but don't know how far the motherland and its people have come and how much they have done on the road to protection?

Or, just like Yancai, you want to buy back your own culture at a high price from the students of the sages from thousands of years ago?

"What's wrong, Xiao An, don't stare at the screen for too long, your eyes will get sore."
To be continued...