meaning of aurora

Chapter 24 I Believe in You
Nie Guangyi followed Xuan Shi back to the old house.

It is also helpless.

This is obviously his grandfather's home.

But he needs to come back with Xuan Shi, who was still a little socially afraid in the past.

Today, everything in Changqiao Village has long been unable to give him a sense of belonging.

He used to love it here.

Had a lot of fun summer vacation time.

Fish in the stream.

Cool off on a bench.

No homework, no piano practice.

Every day is so long.

You can play from sunrise to sunset.

Every day is so short.

Open your eyes, before you can do anything, it's time to close your eyes.

Time is wasted.

Years are wasted.

This kind of experience was very novel to Nie Guangyi when he was young.

Of course, he has shown extraordinary talent since he was very young.

No matter what you learn, you are a little faster than others.

But he was still a child after all.

It is inevitable that you will yearn for carefree and wanton play time.

……

For the Qiu family.

This night is destined to be a sleepless one.

The two old people passed away one after another, and everyone rushed over from all directions.

A large group of people get together.

The mourning band played without stopping for a moment.

The women were in groups, not knowing what they were discussing.

Men get together, or play mahjong, or play cards.

It's not so much a funeral, it's better to say it's like rushing home to celebrate the New Year.

Is this the joy and sorrow?

Why is it so difficult to accept?
Add up the sorrows of the people in this room, and there is not as many people who shed tears silently in the ruins of Wan'an Bridge.

Isn't happy and mourning life and death?

Isn't happy and mourning never seeing each other again?
Nie Guangyi couldn't stand someone being indifferent at a funeral.

I can't help but think of the scene when my mother died.

Professor Nie, who was already divorced, was there expressionless.

It's not deserted, but it's definitely miserable.

He was alone, crying like a psycho.

Today, Nie Guangyi is even more certain of one thing - Nie Tianqin has no feelings.

On a day like today.

The group of people inside, even if they didn't respond, at least they still gathered together.

Nie Tianqin ran to a place where he would not be disturbed by sorrow and joy alone, and made a phone call:
"The bridge has collapsed."

"Yes, that's right."

"skeleton?"

"The skeleton can't be kept, and it will basically collapse in the next few days."

"The possibility of repairing..."

"There is no possibility of repair, only rebuilding this option."

"I'm not sure anyone will be able to rebuild."

"Yes, I have never found anyone who can inherit this intangible cultural heritage."

"There are a few apprentices, all of whom are relatively experienced carpenters, but none of them have mastered the essence of the traditional construction skills of wooden arch bridges."

"Okay, I'll figure out the reason as soon as possible and come up with a plan."

"Yes, I have made a model of Wan'an Bridge."

"The model and the actual construction of the bridge are not the same concept..."

Nie Guangyi held a stainless steel plate in his hand.

It was used by Xuan Shi to pack fried spiced spices.

He listened behind Professor Nie for a while.

The more I listened, the quieter it became, as if even my breath had disappeared.

The stainless steel plate in Nie Guangyi's hand turned into a Frisbee the moment Nie Tianqin said that he [made a model of the Wan'an Bridge], flew directly over Nie Tianqin's head, and flew to the wall of someone's courtyard.

Then, with a loud bang, it landed at Nie Tianqin's feet less than half a meter away.

Nie Tianqin was taken aback, quickly hung up the phone, and turned around to check which family's brat it was.

It soon turned out to be his own.

"What are you doing, big head?" Nie Tianqin shouted habitually.

The tone used was the one used to educate Nie Guangyi more than ten or twenty years ago.

He called out the nickname that was often used at the time.

The words that came out of his mouth made Nie Tianqin feel a little regretful.

The relationship between him and Nie Guangyi has long since changed from the kind father and son filial piety of more than ten or twenty years ago.

In front of the friends brought by Nie Guangyi, calling him "big head" will definitely make things worse.

Nie Guangyi never felt that his head was big.

Even if I went back and looked through the photos, it was at most one year old, and the proportions were a little out of balance.

When he was in kindergarten, Nie Tianqin lied to him that big head means smart.

Nie Guangyi believed it was true.

When I was in elementary school, I told others everywhere that my nickname was Datou.

From the second grade of elementary school, I was teased by my classmates until I graduated.

When Nie Guangyi first entered junior high school, he was very disgusted that someone knew his nickname.

Repeatedly and repeatedly, it is absolutely not allowed to use such an unrealistic title in any public occasion.

From then on, he could only call others big head, and he would be anxious with whoever called him big head, Nie Tianqin was the only exception.

Before the college entrance examination, the father-son relationship between Nie Guangyi and Nie Tianqin was quite good.

At least ten times better than the relationship with my mother.

My mother has always been very strong in education.

If his mother forced him to change his will, Nie Guangyi might understand a little bit.

Nie Guangyi never dreamed that his father, who had been on his side in everything since he was a child, and who got along with him like a friend, would do something like forcefully change his will.

Just a few short days.

He lost Tsinghua Architecture.

Lost mom.

The image of the father also completely collapsed at the same time.

Thinking of this, Nie Guangyi exudes a cold aura like the Arctic Circle.

"Guangyi, Dad didn't mean to call you by your nickname in front of your friends. Just now, he was inattentive, thinking of you..."

"Professor Nie, there's no need for you to put on a posture of remembering the past all the time. I don't need your explanation either." Nie Guangyi has always been duplicity.

"Dad didn't mean that..."

"Yes, what you said is not what you mean. It's like you just said that you made a model of Wan'an Bridge."

"Guangyi, Dad has indeed done it."

"Oh? When did Professor Nie do it?"

"I……"

"Can't you tell? Let me help you recall the memories. Is it the time when your son came to live in Changqiao Village for the summer vacation and promised to make a model of Wan'an Bridge as a birthday present for you?"

"Not at that time." Nie Tianqin denied it aloud.

"Isn't it?" After a short pause, Nie Guangyi started a series of questioning mode: "I remembered, at the end of the summer vacation, your son's model was only 99% complete, isn't it? Professor Nie finally made the old one, did he still spend money?" Ten days and half a month?"

"I do not have……"

"You don't have anything, Professor Nie?" Nie Guangyi changed his honorific name, but his tone became even colder: "You didn't receive a model as a birthday present from your son, did you? Your son won't have any at all. With such patience, I personally make a birthday present for you, right?"

"I do not have……"

"Why is this sentence again? What do you have? Did you not receive a birthday present, or did you not make it old?"

Nie Tianqin did not answer this question aloud.

"Look, you can't answer it yourself, can you?" Nie Guangyi restrained the sarcasm in his tone, and calmly but more lethally came to a conclusion: "Professor Nie has a really good memory, and the time spent doing old things is also counted If you go in, it's really not your birthday."

"Father can swear on Wan'an Bridge that he never regarded the model you made as his own."

Nie Guangyi started to applaud immediately after listening: "Wonderful! The Wan'an Bridge collapsed because of your oath."

"Guangyi, you have to believe that Dad is not such a person."

"Okay, Professor Nie, I believe you." Nie Guangyi said: "As long as you can give me a proof. Please take out two models of Wan'an Bridge. After so many years, even if you make another one, it's fine." .”

　Today's chapter is a bit short, but the amount of information is relatively large.I will write another big chapter tomorrow~
　　
　
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