meaning of aurora

Chapter 15 Eternal Art Emperor
Most wooden arcade bridges are in the shape of a "rainbow".

The wooden arcade bridge also got the alias of "Hongqiao".

Hongqiao is an abbreviation, and its full name is "Hongliang-style wooden corridor bridge".

In Zhou Lianggong's "Min Xiao Ji" in the early Qing Dynasty, there is such a sentence: "The bridge in central Fujian is the most magnificent. The houses built on the bridge are full of wings, and there are pictures everywhere."

Langwu Bridge, as the name suggests, is to build corridor houses on the bridge.

Build a bridge over the stream and build a gallery on the bridge.

Shelter from the wind and rain.

The bridge corridor is integrated, and the bridge is protected by the corridor.

These wooden bridges, which condense the wisdom of the ancients, are built on the deep valleys with high mountains, dense forests, and criss-cross streams.

It is a unique category in the history of bridges in the world.

Because of the existence of this wooden arch ancient covered bridge, the stream becomes a thoroughfare.

Zongji's family came to Changqiao Village in a caravan.

The lights are on, and the night is getting darker.

Before leaving, Cheng Nuo told Zong Yi that there was a small refrigerator in the caravan, and there was a lot of food and drink in it.

What Cheng Nuo said was specially prepared for their family's trip.

Zong Yi, who didn't know what to do, called out: "Sister Nuo, how did you know we were going camping? Do you have a special ability to predict things?"

Mengxin covered her mouth and laughed.

Zong Ji directly thanked Cheng Nuo.

After all, Zong Ji was the one in the family who had known Cheng Nuo for the longest time.

Zong Yi went to Cheng Nuo's cafe in the city and inspected it for more than ten days before making up his mind to open the Aurora Zhiyi studio.

He doesn't like drinking coffee very much, and every time he orders food, he asks for a glass of water. Everyone in the store is very impressed with him.

Zongji did not reveal that he is the owner of Aurora Idea Studio.

In a coffee holy place where everyone came here exclusively for Cheng Nuo Coffee, Zongji's "dislike" seemed a bit provocative.

The people in Cheng Nuo Cafe didn't have any opinion on Zong Ji because of this. On the contrary, when the waiter saw him, he would ask, "Is it still the same today?"

The reason why Zongji chose to conduct a field trip.

The original intention was to collect enough evidence to persuade Zongyi to give up the unreliable idea of ​​"residence based on stories".

As a father, even though he was willing to indulge Zong Yi's "nonsense", he still felt a little worried.

It never occurred to Zong Ji that he was the one who was persuaded in the end.

Aurora Idea Studio, from the beginning of its completion, has plans for the outside world.

The reason why I have been waiting until now is because the house is still lively and lively, so it doesn't matter.

Zong Yi has already decided to go to boarding middle school.

When Meng Xinzhi goes to study abroad, he and Meng Lan will definitely be bored if they stay in Aurora.

On this point, Lan Lanzi and Ji Jizi are almost in agreement.

That's why, when Menglan heard that she could go out in a caravan, she became interested.

The attitude of the clerk towards him mostly determines the concept and bearing of the cafe operator.

Zong Ji smashed the place at Cheng Nuo Cafe for more than ten days in a row.

In the end, I became good friends with the shop assistants one by one, and felt at home.

This made Zong Ji have a relatively primitive appreciation for Cheng Nuo, so he was not polite to Cheng Nuo about the caravan.

It is also a kind of fate that Cheng Nuo became the first "story master" to settle in the studio of Aurora.

Of course, up to now, Zongji only thinks that this is a small fate about coffee.

The starting point of this relationship is Zong Yi and Cheng Nuo, but the ending point is much more complicated than what Zong Ji can imagine now.

……

Zongji is in charge of cooking, and Menglan is in charge of waiting for food.

Meng Xinzhi is responsible for taking her younger sister and disappearing from her mother's presence.

In Lan Lanzi's original words: "Hurry up and take this "One Hundred Thousand Whys" out of the car for me."

Meng Xinzhi was quite happy to take Zong Yi out for a walk.

In any case, the place where the car was parked was still some distance away from the Wan'an Bridge, and the collapsed place could not be seen clearly.

"Sister, sister, I have a question."

These were Zongyi's first words after arriving at the collapse site of Wan'an Bridge.

This is very meaningful.

I have heard a lot, even a bit of a variety show.

"What question?" Meng Xinzhi's answer was the same as usual.

"Why are so many people crying here with red eyes?"

"Because of loss." Meng Xinzhi gave an extremely simple answer.

"Since they are so afraid of losing, why don't they protect it well?" Zong Yi asked like a cannonball, "Then how can they be unprepared?"

"Because people in the village never thought that Wan'an Bridge would catch fire."

"Isn't this bridge a national cultural relic? Why didn't you think of it? Don't people in the village care about this bridge at all?" Zongyi asked Sanlian.

"You saw so many people crying just now, how could you not care?"

"Since you care about it, why didn't you take fire prevention measures earlier?"

"Sister, let me tell you this." Meng Xinzhi thought for a while, and explained: "For the people in Changqiao Village, this bridge has always been there. In their eyes, this is a part of their life. Some of them didn’t think it was a great cultural relic. Before the bridge collapsed, they probably didn’t think they would care so much.”

After Zong Yi listened, he pursed his lips and shook his head, but he was not persuaded at first glance.

Meng Xinzhi decided to use as simple a language as possible to tell Zong Yi this somewhat profound truth.

"Xiaoyi, in the story you read earlier, does it mean that only when you leave your homeland can you know what the motherland is and what the hometown is?"

"Well, that's right, my sister, I can understand this."

"This principle, in fact, is applicable in many places. In the world we live in, there are many things that you can't feel at all when you are in it."

"For example?" Zong Yi asked.

"For example, the air." Meng Xinzhi continued to explain: "From the moment you were born, the air has lingered around you. But you don't think there is anything praiseworthy about the air, right?"

"Hmm... maybe."

"So, what happens when you lose it?" Meng Xinzhi asked again.

"Loss of air? I know this! Without air, human beings can't live for 10 minutes. This is still heart death. Brain death can last for 5 minutes."

I have seen more than [-] whys, and I am thirsty for knowledge. It has its own popular science attributes.

"So, it's the same reason." Meng Xinzhi concluded: "A bridge may not be comparable to your hometown, let alone the air. But the same is true, when you lose it, you will understand the existence of this bridge better. significance."

"Is that so?" Zong Yi tried to understand her sister's words with her own logic, but this time she began to waver.

"Of course it is."

The breeze blew up Zongyi's skirt, Meng Xinzhi carefully helped to press it down, looked at the ruins of Wan'an Bridge, and said with emotion: "If there is still a chance for Wan'an Bridge to be rebuilt. Those who have witnessed this catastrophe , will definitely cherish it even more.”

"Does sister really think so?"

"Really. The protection of intangible cultural heritage has always been a gradual process. As more and more people pay attention to these cultural heritages, more and more people will stand up to protect them."

"Okay, my sister, I seem to be convinced by you soon."

"It means you still have questions, right?"

"That's right, my sister, can I ask another historical question?"

This time, Meng Xinzhi didn't agree.

Because her father has already sent two messages asking her to take Zong Yi back to the caravan for dinner.

……

It's sunny today.

The moon on the tenth day is not round.

The first thing Zong Yi did after dinner was to visit Wan'an Bridge again.

"Sister, sister, I have a question."

"You said."

"Will we never see the original appearance of Wan'an Bridge again?"

"This problem... a wooden bridge like Wan'an Bridge will be destroyed almost every 50-100 years, and it will either be rebuilt or repaired. Even if the bridge was not destroyed by the fire last night, it would have been Not what it was originally."

"Then is this still a cultural relic? Does it still need protection?"

"Xiaoyi's question is quite philosophical."

"philosophy?"

"Yes, this should be regarded as the paradox of the Ship of Theseus."

"The Paradox of the Ship of Theseus..." Zong Yi responded, "It's the one that slowly replaces the wood on the ship one by one, and when all the wood is replaced, the ship will still be the original ship, right?"

"Wow! My sister is too smart." Meng Xinzhi patted Zong Yi's little head to show her encouragement.

"It's mainly because my sister taught me well." Zong Yi continued to ask: "Then what happened? Is it the original ship or not?"

"It's been said that it's a paradox, and it must be that there is no answer that is universally applicable."

"My sister, does this mean that the bridge that escaped the fire is actually not that meaningful?"

"That's not the case. Non-genetic inheritance, the inheritance is first of all an ancient skill." Meng Xinzhi told Zongyi, "If this bridge can be rebuilt with the mature and most difficult wood weaving technique, then It means that this skill has been well passed down."

Meng Xinzhi and Zong Yi walked and chatted along the way.

In the light of the moon, with the lights of Wanjia in the village, I walked towards Wan'an Bridge.

This time, the sisters changed the direction and walked directly from the grass to the Wan'an Bridge.

As I was walking, I suddenly heard a very depressed cry.

When Meng Xinzhi and Zong Yi came here for the first time, night was just about to fall.

There are still a few of the most tenacious sunset glows hanging in the sky, allowing Zong Yi to see clearly the red eyes of the villagers from crying.

It's a bit late now.

The night was shrouded, and there was no other sound except for the frogs and cicadas.

Zong Yi was a little frightened.

She hid directly behind Meng Xinzhi.

But someone couldn't help being curious, stuck out a head from behind Meng Xinzhi, and looked in the direction of the sound.

I just talked all the way and didn't pay attention. When I found out, I was already very close to the voice.

Then, she covered her mouth in surprise.

After a while, Zong Yi lowered his voice and asked Meng Xinzhi: "Is that Uncle Yi over there?"

Meng Xinzhi made a silent gesture, and said in a voice that only she and Zong Yi could hear: "Let's move on and continue talking about the topic just now, as if we didn't see anything."

"But, we're so close, Uncle Yi must have seen us?" Zong Yi's voice was as soft as an ant's.

"Whether he sees us is not important, what matters is whether we see him."

After Meng Xin's explanation was over, Zong Yi still didn't understand.

Zong Yi has always listened to her sister's words on such matters that did not involve her own logic.

Zong Yi suddenly recovered his normal volume and began to rap: "Sister, sister, I have a question."

"what is the problem?"

"Was the Wan'an Bridge built during Qiangu Yidi's time?"

"Eternal Art Emperor?"

"Yes, yes, yes, Qiangu Yidi, the art of art."

"Not."

Meng Xinzhi took the topic from Zong Yi, held his breath and opened the answer mode:

"The year the Wan'an Bridge was first built, the emperor who had undoubtedly the highest artistic achievement in Chinese history was just eight years old."

"He never thought that he would become an emperor in the future, and he was not trained according to what an emperor should be."

"He is extravagant, frivolous, ignorant, and has all the shortcomings that an emperor should not have."

"Except for the artistic talent that he showed from a young age, he has almost nothing."

"Oh, yes. And handsome."

"Of course, looks don't really affect whether he can be emperor."

"His throne fell from the sky when he was 18 years old."

　October 10th is a very special day for Piao Piao.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)