meaning of aurora

"Jiang Lang is exhausted, at least he admitted that you were talented before. Now even this is rejected." Xuan Shi updated the current development process.

"What's the matter? Is your brother Guangyi not dazzling enough before, or did I not win enough awards?" Nie Guangyi wondered: "Apart from the aurora meaning that I can't explain clearly, are there other designs that someone came out to claim?"

"That's not true. The ones that really jump out are all clowns. Put the works together and compare them, and you can stand out from each other. Your design ideas are not ahead of 01:30 points."

"Isn't that enough? I really can't explain the meaning of the aurora." Nie Guangyi rarely explained to his brother: "It's not that I don't come out to speak out, but it's useless to say it. Apart from designing carefully, I use To give you the opportunity of a wedding gift, to produce a new representative work, there is nothing else that can be done.”

"It's not that it's okay..."

Xuan Shi hesitated a little, and Young Master Nie's temper came up: "Speak quickly if you have something to say, and shit quickly if you have something to do."

"Didn't Fedek take away your people and your project? The media can't find you, so go to Fedek. No matter what the rumors are, Fedek will neither admit nor deny them. Let the media do it themselves." Guess. After digging around, the media dug up the fact that he is a student of Professor Nie."

"It's not really a secret. Although I didn't contact my dad a few years ago, my dad sent his students to visit me one after another."

"Now I'm talking about your relationship with Professor Nie."

"Where does it all go? Eight poles can't get together?"

"Didn't you have some interviews in the early years? The reporter asked you why you became an architect, and asked if you had any family background. You hadn't reunited with Professor Nie at that time, so you just left it out. .”

"Is my father and I in harmony or against each other about talent? Does it depend on my filial piety if I win an award?"

"That's not the case. You said at the time that your study of architecture had nothing to do with your family. The reporters went to Fedek for verification, but he was vague. Soon it was revealed that he was your father's student."

"Whatever you like, what kind of relationship between me and my dad, as long as my dad knows."

"That's not the case. Because you don't respond, those people think they have found the story. The version of the story has changed. You have never been a genius. The design of your debut and peak is all written by Professor Nie. Professor Nie is now You are too old to help you, and you force his most proud student to help you. From the beginning to the end, you are an overpacked ordinary person."

Xuan Shi explained the specific situation.

"It's a pity not to write a novel with such a brain hole. What era is this? If Fedek really has the talent of Xinghe, how can others force it? Who will believe such words?"

"Many people believe it." Xuan Shi looked at Nie Guangyi, and thought about his words a little: "Because Fedek didn't say anything, he just put on a forbearing attitude, people are more willing to believe in you than in a young genius. It's packaged."

"You mean, Fedek has completely controlled the direction of public opinion?" Nie Guangyi felt a little unbelievable.

After he arrived in Italy, he grew up under the spotlight. Many of the first competitions had on-site design sessions.

With so many pairs of eyes staring at him, under the watchful eyes of everyone, no normal person's IQ should believe such a thing.

"At present, it seems that this is indeed the case." Xuan Shi did not evade this question.

Realizing that his understanding of public behavior had gone wrong, Nie Guangyi finally had a sense of crisis: "That's the end!"

"It's not over yet." Xuan Shi reassured: "It's mainly because you refused all interviews. Otherwise, I'll contact the reporter and you will come out and explain yourself."

"Let me explain to you, why should I care what people who are not relatives or relatives think?" Nie Guangyi told Xuan Shi what he was really worried about: "The media dug up the relationship between Fedek and Professor Nie to talk about things. Son, doesn't it mean that my dad will soon know the latest public opinion trend?"

"Master, you are thinking about this level..." Xuan Shi analyzed the current situation in his heart, "According to the current degree of fermented public opinion, Professor Nie will not know it immediately, but already knows it."

"My dad was already blaming himself, but now it must be worse."

"More than that. The current trend is tantamount to bringing Professor Nie into the limelight, saying that he lied for you."

"My dad cares most about his own reputation. He keeps himself clean all his life. Why did he accept a student like Fedek?" Nie Guangyi put down the blueberries in his hand and wiped his hands with a tissue. "I have to call him. , so that he won't be able to sleep at night with worry."

"Hurry up!" Xuan Shi urged.

Nie Guangyi took out his mobile phone, clicked on the favorites in the address book, and dialed Nie Tianqin's number.

A notification sound that the phone has been turned off comes from the handset.

"At this point, Professor Nie should not be asleep yet." Xuan Shi dialed Nie Guangyi's landline with doubts.

I kept calling until the phone automatically hung up, but no one answered.

"My dad should be on the plane to Italy right now." Nie Guangyi quickly came to a conclusion, and said something vaguely: "It's not necessarily a good thing to have a good relationship with my dad. "

Whenever something happened, my father rushed over straight. The last time, when he was going abroad for a summer camp in junior high school, he fell and broke his arm slightly.

Professor Nie took a ten-hour flight overnight and picked him up.

Obviously, it was only a little injury to his arm, which did not affect his actions at all, and there was no need for a parent to come over to pick him up.

Professor Nie came here in such a busy way, wishing he could get hurt for him.

After 18 years, it sounded again, with a special feeling in my heart.

Nie Guangyi's expression was too weird, which caused Xuan Shi to ask a deeper question: "Which father is the young master talking about?"

Xuan Shi's subjective wish is to bring the topic to Meng Xin.

Nie Guangyi didn't respond to Xuan Shi's deliberate guidance: "Do I still have two fathers? My father was adopted by my grandfather, and I was not adopted by my father."

Nie Guangyi had no other thoughts, so Xuan Shi didn't continue talking.

"Let's see what are the arguments in the past two days." Xuan Shi took the plate of blueberries that Nie Guangyi had almost eaten, and said as he walked, "I'll get you something to eat."

"Okay, let me have a good taste, what does it mean when a wall falls and everyone pushes it, and a tree falls and the monkeys scatter."