meaning of aurora

"Pan An is not called Pan An." Meng Xinzhi reminded her.

"Well, I know, Pan Yue, whose name is Anren. Before the Northern Song Dynasty, there were chapters about Pan An in various editions of "24 Filial Piety", praising his resignation to serve his mother." Nie Peacock showed off his feathers at the right time.

"Yes, Guo Jujing of the Southern Song Dynasty made the stories of filial sons and filial piety in the Li Dynasty into five-character quatrains with pictures and texts. It was also he who deleted the story of Pan Anren's resignation from office and serving his mother. Ren."

"No, girl, the first person to call Pan Yue by Pan An was Du Fu, right?"

"Well, Du Fu's "Flower Bottom" used the word Pan An for the first time, but Guo Jujing was the one who suggested that Pan Anren was not benevolent and filial. His nephew, Jia Mi, hangs out with each other, and finally gets involved with the whole family, including his 70-year-old mother."

"Girl, this gangster should be treated preferentially, right? Even though Jia Mi is not as famous as Pan An and is not often mentioned, he is the number one noble son of the Western Jin Dynasty."

"Well, "Book of Jin" says that Jia Mi is [beautiful and good-looking]."

"It's more than that, girl, the history books also say, [Mi is studious and talented], so it can be seen that Jia Mi is not only studious, but also talented."

"What does Mr. Nie want to say?"

"I want to say, Pan An and him are together, why can't they be like-minded? Jia Mi formed a high-end [24 Friends] game, and Pan An is the head of [24 Friends]."

"It seems that Mr. Nie's story about Pan An is well known."

"That must be. Caring for the same kind is the traditional virtue of Chinese handsome men."

"Mr. Nie is justified." Meng Xinzhi is not Nie Guangyi, and he has no hobbies of arguing all day long.

"Isn't it?" Nie Guangyi himself was not used to it, and said politely, "The girl is not overwhelmed by the beauty of my subordinate, so how can she make sense?"

"Why do you see it?" Meng Xinzhi also followed suit, "Mr. Ruuo really looks like Pan An, and he throws fruit carts whenever he goes out. How can there be a girl who doesn't fall for him?"

"Speaking of which, has there ever been Pan Anqi in the girl's dream? How handsome is he?"

"Didn't Mr. Nie still care about Sister Rong Ji just now?"

"They are such a loving couple, don't we have to care about them together?" Nie Guangyi found a reason for himself.

It's kind of far-fetched.

"Mr. Nie is right."

"Huh? That makes sense again? Is the girl a little easy to cheat?"

"Isn't it more appropriate for Mr. Nie to replace the sentence just now with mental activities?"

"Ah... yes! Miss Xie reminded me that I haven't said a word just now. The girl can hear it?" Nie Guangyi pretended to be surprised: "Could it be that the girl has the ability to read minds?"

"That's right. Mr. Nie should be more careful when he mutters in his heart."

"That really scared the baby to death." Nie Guangyi patted his chest muscles exaggeratedly.

As a baby, he developed bravely.

"Hahahahaha." Meng Xinzhi was amused, and laughed directly out of the classical scale.

Zong Yi also likes to say [Scare the baby to death], but it was before she was ten years old.

Meng Xinzhi has not heard this sentence for a long time.

At first glance, it's strange to miss it.

"Since the girl is so happy, why don't you tell me how Pan An and Yang Rongji are so affectionate as husband and wife?"

"Mr. Nie, haven't you heard the story of the two of them?" Meng Xinzhi didn't go on so politely.

Nie Guangyi accepted it as soon as he saw it, and said firmly: "The story of Pan An and Yang Rongji is not clearly recorded in history."

"Indeed, Yang Rongji in history only existed in Pan An's "Mourning Poems". The love stories about them are almost all film and television works."

"So, my girl, tell me quickly. Did you see Pan An in your dream?"

"Yes..." Meng Xinzhi replied, with some hesitation.

"Why do you have to bring one after some? It's not..." Nie Guangyi paused, swallowed back what he shouldn't have said, and changed his words: "Miss, can you tell me one or two?"

"That's right, I seem to have seen it, but I don't seem to have seen it."

"Girl, you are dishonest. Good things have to be shared, how can you keep them private?"

"It's not a good thing..." Meng Xinzhi still hesitated.

"Girl, I didn't mean to belittle your male god." Nie Guangyi quickly clarified, "I just said it casually, and if it was changed to [A handsome guy wants to share], it would be weird, after all, I am a , you misunderstood me first again."

"Pan An is not the male god in my mind!" Meng Xinzhi denied it.

"Ah? Could it be that something unpleasant happened to the girl and Pan An in the dream?"

"How is it possible? I just took a few glances from a distance, mostly from the side."

"On one side, let the girl not think about tea and food, and you don't even want to talk about love."

"Mr. Nie thinks too much." Meng Xinzhi responded very seriously: "Pan An was known as the first of the top ten beautiful men in ancient China, but I read it, he is not as good-looking as Brother Xuan Shi, and he is not as good looking. Brother Xuan Shi is tall."

"Ah? Xuanshi is only 1.7 meters old, okay? If he is not that tall, how dare he be called the most beautiful man in ancient times?"

"That was in the third century AD. The height of human beings was gradually improved. Boys are more than 1.7 meters tall, even in modern times, they are very good heights."

"Ah, yes, the girl is right..." Nie Guangyi stopped talking, lengthened the end of his voice, reversed the original position, and suddenly doubled his voice, "That's not right! Girl!"

"What's wrong? Mr. Nie." Meng Xinzhi was almost frightened.

"Girl, my girl, don't you like Xuan Shi, so Xi Shi is in the eyes of beholders? Please, my girl. That's a husband."

"How is it possible? Mr. Nie, do you know what you are talking about? I am suitable as a bridesmaid for brother Xuan Shi and sister Cheng Nuo."

"Then how do you compare Xuan Shi and Pan An?"

"I mean, in my eyes, Brother Xuan Shi's appearance is amazing at a glance, but Pan Anren in the dream is not."

"Don't you still like your husband?"

"That's fine, let me put it another way. Pan Anren's looks and height are not as strong as Mr. Nie's. Is this the head office?"

"Okay! Very good! Very good! Isn't that right, my girl. Even if you want a male beauty in the eyes of your lover, it must be me who has been divorced and single for so long."

"May I ask Mr. Nie, do I still have the option to find unmarried people directly?"

"Girl, inexperienced men are not reliable!"

"Mr. Nie, is it reliable? There is no necessary connection between experience and experience?" Meng Xinzhi began to be serious.

"Girl, let's first talk about the fact that Pan An's looks and height are not as good as mine." Nie Guangyi had a rare time to assess the situation.

"This statement is not accurate. The aesthetics of each era are actually different. In the Western Jin Dynasty, talent was also one of the important criteria for judging whether a man was beautiful. The fact of throwing a fruit full of carts means that Pan Anren is very In line with the aesthetics of that era."

"That's right, in the Tang Dynasty, if you were as thin as a girl, you would have missed the word beauty." Nie Guangyi did assess the situation for a while, but unfortunately his time was counted in seconds.

Meng Xinzhi didn't mind, and responded matter-of-factly: "The Tang Dynasty didn't regard being fat as beautiful, but it didn't regard being fat as unbeautiful. In any era, a well-proportioned figure certainly cannot be boring."

"That girl is really too modest. The girl's figure is not just about being well-proportioned." Nie Guangyi acted upright, sitting upright, staring at what he shouldn't be looking at without any guilt.

Meng Xinzhi checked her attire and found that there was nothing wrong with it. She moved a little and asked, "Mr. Nie, don't you want to talk about Pan An?"

"Think, how can you not think about it? Who wouldn't be interested in one's past life? In terms of appearance, this kind of thing, radish and green vegetables have their own loves. , I must be fat to death right now."

"Has Mr. Nie always been this confident?"

"That's not true. Even if I was a genius from a young age, when I was just born, I still suffered from incontinence."

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"Girl, my girl, why don't you talk anymore? Do you have any incompatibility with human nature?"

Meng Xin felt helpless: [Sir, my husband, listen to what you said.As long as you are an individual, you will feel uncomfortable, okay? 】

Wait a minute?
Meng Xinzhi was frightened by herself.

What name just flashed through her mind?

Where do contemporary unmarried women come from?

If you scare me to death, you can't be led into a ditch by Mr. Nie.

Why is there still the word [Mr.]?

Why do you suddenly feel a little afraid to look directly.

Meng Xinzhi tidied up her mood: "Which mourning poem by Pan An does Mr. Nie like?"

"Of course it's the most famous first poem, [Winter and Spring Xie, Cold and Summer Flow], his wife died in 298, and this poem is from 299. I don't know if it's the anniversary of her death."

"It should be the day of her death. After Sister Rong Ji died, Pan Anren kept a filial piety for her for one year."

"That's right, does the girl really like what I just said?"

"I like the middle part of this mourning poem, [Looking at the house and thinking about the person, entering the room to think about the experience. There is no resemblance on the screen, and there are traces of calligraphy. The fragrance has not stopped, and the remains are still hanging on the wall.] It is about Pan Yue The scene of leaving home to go to work is written with a particularly graphic sense."

"Looking at the house we used to live together, I can't help but think of you. Walking into the room, I can't help but recall the good times we had together. Although you are no longer here, the relics of your life, such as calligraphy and screens, are still when you were there You still have fragrance on your clothes, and your portrait is still hanging on the wall." Nie Guangyi explained, and commented, "It's really very graphic."

"Ayi must like Mr. Nie very much." Meng Xinzhi also gave his own evaluation.

"Ah? This...isn't that good. I like you, your brother likes you, and your sister likes me. Is this relationship a bit too messy?"

"What is this and what is it?" Meng Xinzhi said speechlessly: "What I said is that Ah Yi likes the appreciation and analysis of ancient Chinese that is easy to understand."

"Oh. So that's how it is." Nie Baobao patted his chest muscles to comfort his frightened self.

"Otherwise?" Meng Xinzhi glared at Nie Guangyi.

Nie Guangyi was elated by the stares, and continued to pat his chest muscles: "It's dangerous, I thought Lingmei had a crush on me for a long time."

"Mr. Nie's thinking is really beautiful. Do you know how much older you are than her?"

"Is age a problem in a girl's eyes?" Nie Guangyi pretended not to care and asked a very concerned question.

"of course."

"But, I've been exercising!"

"That doesn't seem like a concern for me."

"Huh? Why? My girl."

"I'm not thinking about being with you, why should I care what age you are and whether you're exercising."

"So ruthlessly refused? Even Mr. Nie didn't call?" Nie Guangyi couldn't accept this sudden blow.

"Mr. Nie, in the next year, I won't think about relationship issues."

"Why is it the next year, my girl?" The beaten old man saw hope again.

"There's no reason. Maybe it's because I'm not old yet."

"Nonsense, how old are you, girl? You've already passed the legal age of marriage, okay!"

"Does Mr. Nie have to talk to me about this topic today? Since Mr. Nie is so direct, I can answer you very directly."

"No, no need! I've kept my body like a jade for so many years, how could I care about the extra 365 days? It's not that I haven't eaten pork, and it's not that I haven't seen a sow..."

"Mr. Nie, can you speak well?"

"Yes! It must be possible!" Nie Guangyi, who had regained hope, immediately corrected his attitude: "Miss, can you answer me a question?"

"what is the problem?"

"Is your one-year deadline for all the opposite sex? Or is there any special reason?"

Meng Xin was surprised by Nie Guangyi's keenness, but the words that came out of her mouth were: "Why should I tell you?"

"Didn't the girl ask me to ask?"

"It's Mr. Nie's right to ask or not, and it's mine to answer or not."

The agreement with her brother is between her and her brother.

There is no need to tell anyone in this world.

On this matter, Meng Xinzhi would not say even if it was her father.

My brother always gets along with her in the way that makes her most comfortable.

You can't embarrass your brother unscrupulously just because of his tolerance.

According to Meng Xinzhi's original intention, she didn't want to consider emotional issues at this stage of her life.

She wants to work hard for a few years first.

Find the direction of your career, determine the city you want to live in, and then slowly start thinking about it.

Because my brother came back suddenly to confess his love, all Meng Xinzhi's plans were overthrown and started again.

Meng Xinzhi looked at Nie Guangyi and suddenly felt guilty.

How long has it been since?

Why did she feel that Mr. Nie Guangyi, who often speaks shockingly--can make the dead alive--is quite interesting when he speaks.