meaning of aurora

Chapter 220
"Boss." The secretary of Nie Guangyi's Rome office came over with a large pile of documents, placed them heavily on the table, and separated two piles.

Pointing to the pile on the left, the secretary said, "Your signature is required for confirmation."

Pointing to the one on the other side, he said: "These here are for you to decide whether to go to the scene to see them after reading them."

Nie Guangyi looked at his desk, looked up and said to the secretary in Italian: "Thank you."

The secretary looked at Nie Guangyi in horror: "Oh, boss, did I do something wrong?"

Nie Guangyi gave the secretary a puzzled look.

"Boss, I have worked here for seven years, and this is the first time I have heard the boss say thank you to me."

"Really?" Nie Guangyi recalled it carefully, but he really didn't remember such a conversation before.

If you don't have it, you don't have it, so what can you do?

Nie Guangyi didn't think there was any problem, he just said: "Then you may hear it often in the future."

The secretary was hesitant to speak, and he stopped and said: "Boss, even if you don't thank me, I won't leave your office just after hearing some rumors."

"Of course you won't. Otherwise, how could you come back as half a black African?" Nie Guangyi looked the secretary up and down.

I don't know what Europeans think, why black is beautiful.

There is a saying that poor white-collar workers who sit in the office every day will be white, and rich people will be tanning by the sea—that is, tanning.

Because too white will make you look poor, so those who are a little bit richer but can't go on vacation often, go get tanned - use a tanning lamp to tan yourself.

It is said that human beings have different joys and sorrows.

The ancients were sincere and never deceived—I just don’t know which ancient said it.

I don't know if Miss Meng, who is keen on archaeology, knows it.

Will Miss Meng turn black if she goes to the island to stay for a month?

Probably not very good at it.

If it is exhausted, it will become a more popular complexion.

This doesn't work either, it's a pity that Miss Meng has milky skin.

Going on vacation with Meng girl must not choose a place like an island.

The underwater museum, the underground palace, these should all be quite appropriate.

"Boss? Boss?"

The secretary called twice before Nie Guangyi realized: "Is there anything else?"

"Should the regular meeting continue this morning? Or arrange for you to go to the scene first?" This was the third time the secretary asked this question, and Nie Guangyi did not respond the first two times.

"Go to the scene first." Nie Guangyi replied simply and neatly: "Hurry up and get ready."

"Okay, boss."

As a secretary's basic principle, what the boss says is what.

Even if you can go out and prepare in 2 minutes tomorrow morning, you just wait for the boss to say something.

Nie Guangyi felt that he was probably sick.

The world is so big.

There are so many women.

There are too many things on hand for him to handle.

Why is his mind full of dreams.

No matter what you think of, it pops up out of nowhere.

Tell the truth.

He didn't know the girl very well either.

The total number of times they met was only five, six, seven, eight, nine or ten at most.

Too good a memory can really be a problem for a genius.

What a big deal?

Don't mind wasting brain cells.

……

in a dream.

Meng Xinzhi: "Sister Rong Ji, how did you know Pan Yue?"

Yang Rongji: "Because of family members. My father is a famous Confucianist in the Western Jin Dynasty, and An Ren is a well-known child prodigy in all directions."

Meng Xinzhi: "I ordered baby kisses for you all?"

Yang Rongji: "The year they got engaged, An Ren was 12 years old, and I was ten years old. This is not a baby relationship."

Meng Xinzhi: "If it is placed in our modern times, it must be counted."

Meng Xinzhi: "Sister Rong Ji, I read the information before, and said that Pan An is 1.7 feet tall, more than eight feet tall. Why did he walk sideways when I was dreaming last time, and he looked a little taller than me? , just over [-] meters?"

Yang Rongji: "The information you read is unofficial history, right? You said it yourself just now, [to put us in modern times]. Conversely, in our Western Jin Dynasty, a height of more than 1.7 meters was already handsome and handsome."

Meng Xinzhi: "Sister Rong Ji, I saw some information that Pan Anren was born with Huafa early, and it was because of his sister's death that his hair turned gray overnight."

Yang Rongji: "How could it be? You can tell from the first sentence of An Ren's "Fu Qiu Xing Fu" that he has lost his gray hair in the first place."

Meng Xinzhi: "In the tenth year of Jin Dynasty, there were four years, and Yu Chunqiu was thirty-two years old, and I first saw Ermao."

Yang Rongji: "The fourteenth year of the Jin Dynasty is 278 A.D. as you later said, and I died in 298 A.D. There is a difference of 20 years."

Meng Xinzhi: "At the age of 32, the hair is all white, so is he still handsome?"

Yang Rongji: "Anren was able to write and write poems at the age of 12. His literary talent is actually higher than his appearance. There is a saying in the Western Jin Dynasty literary world that [Lu Cai is like the sea, Pan Cai is like the river]."

Meng Xinzhi: "So, Pan An is not beautiful, right?"

Yang Rongji: "In the time I lived, he must have been extremely beautiful."

Meng Xinzhi: "It's a pity that I didn't get to see the most beautiful man in ancient China."

Meng Xinzhi: "By the way, Sister Rong Ji, what's your opinion on Pan Yue being removed from the 24 filial piety by later generations?"

Yang Rongji: "I think it makes sense."

Meng Xinzhi: "Ah? No way... I thought Sister Rong Ji would defend him a few words."

Yang Rongji: "It's not a matter of family and country sentiments, which makes the three clans involved. If I hadn't died two years earlier, I would also be one of the people who were punished."

Meng Xinzhi: "Then there will be no "Mourning Poems" by Pan Yue in later generations. Sister Rong Ji, do you know that because of Pan Yue's mourning poems, all mourning poems in later generations are dedicated to mourning the deceased wife. "

Yang Rongji: "What's the matter of mourning or not? I hope he will be safe and successful."

Meng Xinzhi: "Sister Rong Ji, why are you so calm?"

Yang Rongji: "Then what should I do?"

Meng Xinzhi: "You shouldn't be able to help yourself. Do you know that there is an idiom called [Pan Yang Zhihao] in our later generations? It uses the story of you and Pan Yue to describe a couple who are forever in love. .”

Yang Rongji: "Sister Xin, sometimes I actually doubt Anren's feelings for me."

Meng Xinzhi: "Ah? If it's like this, do you still need to doubt it? He has kept your filial piety for you for a full year, and he hasn't continued."

Yang Rongji: "Two years after my death, An Ren also left. He stayed to serve me as a filial piety, maybe it's just that there is no suitable position for him."

Meng Xinzhi: "Sister Rong Ji, what you said, I almost don't believe in love anymore."

Yang Rongji: "Sister of the heart, my sister prefers what you later said, that companionship is the longest confession of love. An Ren has been pursuing official career, neglected many things, and made some friends who shouldn't be made."

Meng Xinzhi: "No way, Sister Rong Ji, your requirements are too high. You know that many people in later generations say that Pan An is the best man in Chinese history."

Yang Rongji: "If he was really that good, you wouldn't call him Pan An, but Pan Anren."

Meng Xinzhi: "I also have something to say about this. Guo Jujing of the Song Dynasty moved Pan An's resignation to serve his mother out of the 24 filial piety. More likely, he wanted to add the affairs of his own dynasty into it."

Yang Rongji: "Because of myself and my family, in my opinion, there is no such thing as pure and filial piety. If he is a little more indifferent and just be a literati, then we will have more time together. He doesn't have to wait until I Mourning comes only after death."

Meng Xinzhi: "Sister Rong Ji seems to be resentful."

Yang Rongji: "That's not true. I just want to tell my sister that companionship is the longest confession of love compared to being a couple for a lifetime. My sister should cherish the person in front of me."

Meng Xinzhi never thought that she would suddenly dream of Yang Rongji again, let alone that this dream was so different from the previous ones.

Okay, why did I dream about sister Yang Rongji again.

This is not the most important thing, the most important thing is what Yang Rongji said to her in the dream.

Pan An, talented, good-looking, and dedicated, the best man in ancient times envied by so many people, sister Rong Ji actually dislikes him a lot.

Most importantly, her last words before waking up.

Sister Rong Ji told her to cherish the person in front of her.

The person in front of me?
which one?
Since Nie Guangyi has returned to Italy, it can be ruled out first.

Under such a premise, is elder sister Rong Ji talking about her brother?
In the past, the first thing Mengxinzhi did after waking up was to look for information.

Today, he sat on the bed in a daze.

Meng Xinzhi was not sure whether Yang Rongji was trying to persuade her.

But he was sure that he didn't want to be persuaded like this.

Meng Xinzhi got up to brush her teeth, and from the ten kinds of toothpaste in the cabinet, she found her favorite flavor of sea salt and mint.

The moment she closed the door of the cupboard, she suddenly thought that if one of the ten kinds of toothpaste is missing, it will be nine kinds, and if one day is missing in ten days, it will be nine days.

Then, it was very inexplicable, and I didn't know what I was thinking.

Meng Xinzhi shook her head and began to brush her teeth seriously.

Zongguang can rest for two days at the end of each flight mission.

It was rare to be able to stay at home for a day, but he was angry earlier than Meng Xinzhi.

When Meng Xinzhi arrived at the rooftop, Zong Ji and Zong Guang were already practicing Tai Chi.

Not to mention, when my brother grows up, he really looks a bit like his father.

This is probably blood?
If you want to find a boy like your father.

Who else could be more like a brother?
"Xin, what are you doing there?"

Zong Ji, who was practicing Tai Chi, saw Meng Xin Zhi with the corner of his eyes early on.

"Ah, didn't I see you and brother practicing." Meng Xinzhi scratched her head and thought of a reason.

"Come here quickly, Tai Chi is not a private teacher, and I am not afraid of crowds."

Zongguang Taiji's movements directly deformed, changing methods and beckoning with Mengxin.

"Well, here I am."

Meng Xinzhi trotted over.

One is my father, the other is my elder brother, just doing Tai Chi together, why hesitate?
Meng Xinzhi and Zongji have practiced Tai Chi together for many years.

After she joined, her actions were much more standard than Zong Guang's.

"Of course, aren't you a dancer? Why do you look so good when you do Tai Chi?"

"Martial arts and dance are not separate, they both need to practice the basic skills well."

"In other words, this early in the morning, are you thinking about your brother?"

"Yes. Brother, if you practice Tai Chi, do Tai Chi well. Why do you stare at me?"

"If you don't look at me, how do you know I'm looking at you?"

Zong Ji answered: "Ah Guang, there is a kind of light called the peripheral vision in the corner of the eye."

"Father, you probably only looked at me from the corner of your eye when I was born, so name me Zong Guang."

"Oh? It can be understood in this way. Ah Guang is right, your father and I must be trying to save trouble in this way."

Zongji and Zongguang talked about their names.

Meng Xinzhi also thought of the name.

A four-letter name.

Aurora meaning.

Contains a family of four.

Follow the name.

Meng Xinzhi thought of the place she was in again, which was the rooftop with the meaning of aurora, and she was playing Tai Chi with her father and brother.

On such a warm occasion, why did she think of the origin of the meaning of aurora.

Then I thought of the plagiarism incident of Aurora.

Furthermore, I thought of the hero of the plagiarism incident.

To be honest, Meng Xin grew up so big, it was the first time she wanted to move urgently.

My brother is the person in front of me.

Brother should be cherished.

My brother has struggled for so many years in another family alone.

Brother must be the one who can do [Accompanying is the longest love confession].

Although it still means aurora, although it is still on this rooftop.

But this building is completely different from the time when Dad just built it for him.

Originally, the exterior was modern, but the interior decoration was mixed and simple.

Now from the first floor to the roof, it is directly intelligent.

A good roof, and a roof can be automatically generated if necessary.

Lights are automatic.

Movie projection screens have also become automatic.

It can be rolled up like the old-fashioned computer screen before, but the whole is a high-tech flexible electronic screen.

What material is used for folding mobile phones, and what material is used for this screen.

The only difference lies in the volume of the material.

Big, big, very big.

Meng Xinzhi doesn't watch movies on Genius anymore.

The high-definition screen is like this, which is not much different from the TV in the room.

No more that old-fashioned movie screen swaying in the wind.

Yes, that Mr. Nie, whether it is construction or home decoration, has done such a technological sense.

Obviously, she is not in the same rhythm as she who likes classical music.

It is more interesting that the meaning of aurora that my father designed at the beginning is more interesting.

A wine shop in the Song Dynasty was built on the water.

The floor can be lifted up to drink while fishing.

When you meet a suitable fish, you can also dismember it on the spot to make a fish raw.

Very slow pace, very comfortable life.

Talk to Dad about history and the future.

When I am free, I take my sister to the rooftop to watch movies.

Then she was educated by her mother, saying that she was trying to bring her sister down in various "idiots' dreams".

What a wonderful life it was.

How can there be so many mood swings?

Facts have proved that it is really a bad experience to not be able to calm down and practice Tai Chi.

(End of this chapter)