meaning of aurora

Meng Xinzhi praised Nie Guangyi very sincerely: "Mr. Nie has lofty ambitions."

"It's easy to say, easy to say." Nie Guangyi pretended to be modest: "It's just a normal dream of an architect, just like a film and television actor wants to win an Oscar, and a dancer wants to win a Benoit."

"I never thought about winning the Benoit Dance Award."

Although he is still very young, Meng Xinzhi, to a certain extent, already feels that he has passed the age of talking about his dreams.

"Almost forgot, the girl is also an outstanding dancer. If she never thought about winning the Benoit Dance Award, did she think about winning the Chrysanthemum Award?"

Nie Guangyi hurriedly added: "Let me state in advance, I am a very serious chrysanthemum."

After finally getting the girl interested in chatting, he didn't want to cause unnecessary misunderstandings because of a common flower.

If Nie Guangyi didn't say it, it would be impossible for Meng Xinzhi to think wrongly.

When he said this, Meng Xinzhi had to seriously respond.

"Mr. Nie should be talking about the Chinese Dance Lotus Award, right?" Meng Xinzhi confirmed with a voice.

"Impossible, there must be a chrysanthemum award!" Nie Guangyi suddenly raised his volume, as if as long as the volume is loud enough, chrysanthemums are serious enough.

There was nothing out of the ordinary.

As long as there is no problem with his brain circuit.

"I have never heard of this award." Meng Xinzhi replied lightly.

There is no ripple in the expression and mood.

"It must be because you are too young. If I remember correctly, the Chrysanthemum Award was established in 1986, ten years earlier than the Lotus Award you just mentioned." Nie Guangyi emphasized: "The Lotus Award was established in 1996." Only then."

"Is that so? That may be my ignorance."

"It must be that you are ignorant. I also checked specifically. The highest award in the domestic professional stage art field is the Wenhua Award." Nie Guangyi explained the homework he had done in due course.

"The Wenhua Award is in the field of drama."

"Yes, yes, so only chrysanthemums are king!"

"Okay." Meng Xinzhi felt that she couldn't justify it.

This is not too important.

Dancing is just her hobby, and the meaning of the Lotus Award to her is completely different from the meaning of the Pritzker Prize to Nie Guangyi.

"How can [OK] be followed by a [bar]? The last thing a girl can do is force herself, especially a girl as good-looking as Meng Meng."

Nie Guangyi wanted to compliment him, but he inevitably used too much force.

The logic of a genius is always a little different from that of ordinary people.

After listening to it a lot, Meng Xinzhi gradually got used to it.

She was not such a fussy person.

No matter how strange Nie Guangyi's reaction was, she tried to bring the topic in a normal direction: "When I was very young, I really thought about becoming a dancer when I grew up. This idea, as I grew up, , weakening day by day.”

"Girl, my girl, you are only in your early twenties, how can you have no dreams?" Nie Guangyi opened his mouth and came.

Meng Xinzhi turned to look at Nie Guangyi for some unknown reason.

There was a smile on the corner of her mouth, she just looked and didn't speak.

Nie Guangyi didn't care what the girl's true intentions were, and he walked forward bravely like a wind-up frog: "Girl, my girl, you don't know how beautiful your dancing posture is, how can you make your dance look so beautiful?" The dream is weakened day by day?"

"Perhaps, there are other dreams."

"Oh, that's right...that's another matter!" Nie Guangyi became more enthusiastic, "How can a girl who loves to dream only have one dream?"

As long as you make up your mind and let your memory match Yu's seven seconds, there will be no more topics, and you will be suspected of going back and forth.

"Girl, my girl, tell me about your new dream."

Nie Guangyi called "My Girl" addicted.

Meng Xinzhi finally couldn't listen anymore: "Mr. Nie can call me Xinzhi."

"Okay, okay." Nie Guangyi said kindly: "Hello, sister Xin, I am your brother Guangyi."

Meng Xinzhi never thought that he would correct him like this: "Mr. Nie can just call me by my name."

"That's fine, that's fine." Nie Guangyi continued to be kind, "I'm mainly afraid that if the girl calls me by my name directly, it will make the girl feel embarrassed."

Check it out.

What a caring, what a gentleman man.

The key is still a genius.

The key point is that he looks handsome.

"My name is Mr. Nie."

The loss of Mengxin is that he doesn't have the ability to read minds.

"Then I will still be called Meng girl."

Nie Guangyi sighed in his heart, Brother Guangyi is really the best talking genius in the world.

"Well, yes, Mr. Nie."

Meng Xinzhi also didn't say a word, [As long as you don't speak and shut up, girl, my girl, everything is fine].

Went full circle and nothing changed.

The girl is still the same girl, and the husband is still the same gentleman.

Such things are not in line with Nie Tiancai's code of conduct, which is determined not to do useless work.

But unexpectedly, it was as sweet as it was sweet.

Love, the greatest charm, may be to make boring interesting.

Now it's fun and great for popping pink bubbles.

At least, Nie Guangyi thinks so.

"Ms. Meng hasn't told me yet, what is your dream now?" Nie Guangyi continued his efforts.

"It's related to my major." Meng Xinzhi didn't really want to answer.

"Antiquities and museums?"

"Correct."

"Girl, my girl, if you want to talk about museums, then I know much more than the Chrysanthemum Award."

The correction was fruitless, and Meng Xin felt helpless.

Forget it, it's just a title, and when you return to your country, you won't be able to hear it again.

"Girl Meng, don't be silent! How about we make an in-depth transaction?"

Nie Guangyi stared at Meng Xinzhi, fearing that she might be wrong.

If he thinks wrong, he will explain it carefully, go deeper into these two words, and just explain the components of this serious idiom in a simple way.

"Deal? What kind of deal?"

Facts have proved that Nie Guangyi has always been the only one who thinks too much.

"I took Miss Meng to the museums where I have resources, and visited them one by one in depth. After visiting, Miss Meng helped me restore the original appearance of Wan'an Bridge."

Meng Xin's heart was moved, and it was impossible for every museum professional not to be moved by such a proposal.

"Wan'anqiao can find too little information. So far, all my dreams have been in very complicated materials, and I have found some different clues. If there is no information, I can't make it out of thin air. Fabrication. Even in a dream."

Meng Xinzhi instinctively refused.

Firstly, Nie Guangyi looked at her with hot eyes, and secondly, she really couldn't control her dreams.

"It doesn't matter, do your best and obey the destiny. Miss Meng just needs to try her best. It doesn't matter whether it can really be restored."

The words came from Nie Guangyi's mouth, but they did not conform to his usual language style at all.

The arrogance of the young and old is gone, and the strength of the genius is gone.

Before getting to know Mengxin, Nie Guangyi will definitely ask: [Who is this idiot].

"Exchange certain resources for uncertain possibilities. It sounds like Mr. Nie is at a disadvantage."

"How could it be a loss? I was originally going to those museums for research. I have been in Italy for those years and have not been back. I have been busy with the Wan'an Bridge for a year after I went back. I still have to do research and research in order to make more Good design."

Meng Xinzhi looked at Nie Guangyi without speaking to confirm his true thoughts.

Nie Guangyi was a little embarrassed by Meng Xinzhi.

There are more than thirty people, and there is a feeling of blushing and heartbeat inexplicably.

"No matter what, it's better than building a car behind closed doors, the girl said, isn't it?" Nie Guangyi avoided Meng Xinzhi's sight before speaking.

"Mr. Nie's words are reasonable. Don't work behind closed doors. This is probably the principle of my choice of work."

A little approval can make Nie Guangyi burst into joy: "I still have a say in the matter of work. You might as well tell me the options you have, and let me help you as a consultant."

"They are all domestic museums." Meng Xinzhi did not give a positive answer.

"I can also help you as a staff member in China. Maybe I just know each other, and I can ask you for you."

"I haven't made up my mind yet."

"Why? Miss, don't you trust me?"

"No, it's the museum where I want to work. My father is not at ease."

"Where does the girl want to go?"

"Hunan." Meng Xinzhi finally responded positively.

"Hunan, let me guess. The girl wants to study the Mawangdui Han Tomb, right?"

"Why did Mr. Nie say that?" Meng Xinzhi didn't answer and asked instead, quite surprised.

"When we first met, the girl talked to me about this matter."

"Have it?"

Meng Xinzhi searched her memory, but found nothing.

"Of course there is. When we first met, I asked [According to the girl, which cultural relic in our country is a cultural relic among the cultural relics]. Is there such a thing?"

Nie Guangyi looked at Meng Xinzhi and gave her time to recall by herself.

"really……"

"Right? Right!" Nie Guangyi immediately felt as if he was getting adrenaline. I gave the chime bell to Marquis Yi of Zeng, an artifact of the country."

"Mr. Nie has a good memory." Meng Xinzhi is really a little convinced by Nie Guangyi's memory.

"That must be a good memory, and I don't want to see which fairy-like girl said it to me!"

Meng Xinzhi continued but smiled and said nothing, also did not speak, but it was different from the previous silence because of being speechless.

"The girl finally said that if you were asked to vote for the cultural relics among the cultural relics, you would vote for the T-shaped silk painting of Mawangdui Tomb No. [-]. Is that right?"

Nie Guangyi talked about his reasoning process.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Nie and I have indeed talked about this issue."

"Then let me guess again, is it my brother, uh... no, no, is it because your father doesn't want you to study things related to tombs?"

"Yes, my father grew up watching tomb robbery novels. From his point of view, he thinks it is very risky to study them. More importantly, he thinks that Hunan is too far away for him to take care of."

"Do you want to hear my advice, girl?"

"Mr. Nie, please tell me." Meng Xin didn't think of the reason for the refusal.

"From my point of view, even if you think the T-shaped silk painting of Mawangdui Tomb No. [-] is a cultural relic, there is no need to work in the Hunan Museum."

Nie Guangyi explained the reason to Mengxin:

"I'm not speaking from your father's perspective, but from the perspective of a girl's career development."

"First of all, Mawangdui is not in the museum, the museum only has collections in this area."

"If you just want to study and visit closely, I can help you find a way."

"Secondly, even if you don't work in the Hunan Museum, you can visit the tomb at any time."

"Although the cultural relics have been removed, the environment where the T-shaped silk painting was unearthed must be worth studying, right?"

"And the third, and most important."

"In China, until now, there is no archaeological school that specializes in the study of tomb culture."

"The girl is really interested in this area, and she can have her own school in the future."

"Based on that premise, you don't have to limit yourself to one museum at all."

"Aside from other things, isn't the painted wooden coffin unearthed from the Liao Tomb in Turki Mountain in the NMG Museum worth studying?"

"Don't you want to compare the Mawangdui Han Tomb and the Liao Tomb in Turki Mountain to see the evolution of ancient tomb culture in our country?"

"Tomb art itself, there is no special school in China, if the girl does it, it will be groundbreaking."

At first, Meng Xinzhi just listened casually out of embarrassment to refuse.

Never thought that Nie Guangyi would give such a strategic suggestion.

She and her father also often discuss cultural relics and museum-related topics.

It was never discussed in such depth.

Not once.

Dad is more concerned about her safety and whether it will be hard to study the tomb.

It wasn't possible before, and it's impossible to say something like asking her to start an archaeological school in the future.

Time flies, generations change, and many ancient arts have been lost.

What the ancients tried their best to preserve was the small world to which they belonged after death.

Tomb art is indeed of high archaeological research value.

This is the first time Mengxin has felt the word shock from Nie Guangyi.

If a professor of cultural relics and museums told her such a thing, she might only be excited that she finally has a research direction that suits her.

How did Nie Guangyi express so clearly what was only a rudimentary idea in her heart?

The suggestions given by Nie Guangyi are even more specific than those given by the professors.

A few short sentences directly pointed out the direction she could work hard in the future, and it was still the best direction.

Meng Xinzhi had to stop and re-examine the man who was extremely excited by her side and who was a little too hard.

It's hard to judge, whether Nie Guangyi said what he just said casually, or spent a lot of time doing research.

Whether it is a conclusion after in-depth research, or a suggestion that can be given casually.

For the first time, Meng Xinzhi felt more spiritual resonance from a man than his father.

It feels weird.

She didn't think Nie Guangyi's status as a genius architect was anything to her.

I don't think there is anything wrong with Nie Guangyi's family and economic background.

She didn't think that Nie Guangyi would not admit anything after confessing his love.

I don't think there is anything wrong with Nie Guangyi's deliberate praise inside and outside the words.

But he was deeply moved by Nie Guangyi's seemingly casual words of "first", "second" and "third".

There are 222 more words today, really hardworking!