meaning of aurora

Before he could chat with Meng Xinzhi, Nie Guangyi's phone rang.

This evening, he was cultivating a relationship with Xinyue's girl, who is so blind to call him?
To tell the truth, if this was Xuan Shi's words, when he picked up the phone, he would have to ask: [Zuza, little red guy! 】

Take a look at the caller ID.

Oh, it's my dear father, that's all right.

"What's the matter, Professor Nie?" Nie Guangyi answered the phone with a very good attitude.

"Big head, you've already returned to your country, why don't you come home?" Nie Tianqin was a little anxious, and didn't know whether it was hope or anger.

"Professor Nie, I'm not a child anymore, why did you bring Cha Gang?"

"How could it be? Dad didn't mean to check the guards. You have to spend the night outside, and it's too late for Dad to be happy. Boys, it's not a bad thing to have more experience. Both father and son have suffered from inexperienced injuries, but still Hurting others and hurting yourself, Dad would rather you be a promiscuous person than bring a few more grandchildren."

"Stop it, Professor Nie, even if it's a nighttime conversation between father and son, isn't it necessary to have such a big scale?"

"How big is the scale?"

"Okay, if you say it's not big, it's not big." Nie Guangyi quickly explained the situation: "I'm chatting with Miss Meng in the RV. Don't just talk nonsense and ruin the favorability of such a talented son."

"That's it..." Nie Tianqin paused for a moment: "I said I'm going to pick you up at the airport, but you said no, because I was rushing to find a girl. I just looked for it, and it's so late at night. You young people have a lot of tricks to hold a long talk in the caravan."

Nie Guangyi wasn't sure if Nie Tianqin was implicating him.

Logically speaking, no.

His father, apart from his outstanding academic achievements, doesn't know what connotation is.

It will never be over seventy years old...

Forget it, thinking about the changes that have taken place in him, it is not unusual to have a father who is also reborn.

Nie Guangyi decided to keep his mouth shut. No matter how he refuted at this time, he would be more and more suspected of smearing.

"Big head."

When Dad showed signs of changing the subject, Nie Guangyi was happy to cooperate: "Here, Dad."

"Pay attention to your body and come back tomorrow morning."

"I want to pay attention, can you restrain yourself a little?"

"What are you talking about, big head, can you come back tomorrow?" Nie Tianqin asked again.

"Back? Where?" Nie Guangyi was a little surprised: "Is there still a place for me in your small mansion?"

"That house was originally reserved for you to marry a daughter-in-law. If you feel that it is inconvenient for Dad to be there, I can make room for you tomorrow."

"Come on, Professor Nie, Professor Xiao's dowry is much richer than your net worth. If you don't even keep the small mansion, what family status will you have in the future? You won't be old enough to start eating soft meals, right?" ?”

"Seventies are rare in life, so it's time to start eating soft rice." Nie Tianqin responded solemnly: "As you get older, eating too hard rice is not good for your stomach."

Nie Guangyi couldn't help laughing.

He felt like he had changed his father.

I'm also sure that I was connoted just now.

Nie Tianqin has been obsessed with it all his life, just for the reputation that others say.

When I get old, the re-employment period is over, and I can still change my appearance.

It can only be said that there are so many human beings that there are no surprises.

Naturally, Nie Guangyi would not put his calculations on the old bungalow in Nie Tianqin's hands.

If the relationship between father and son is negotiated on an economic basis.

Then he and Professor Nie, who is the father and who is the son...

Ah bah, girl, what are you thinking now?
How could such a "sensible" old father talk so much at this time?

"It's okay, I'll hang up." Nie Guangyi was about to hang up.

Nie Tianqin did not agree: "There is something."

"Then tell me something!" Nie Guangyi felt a little helpless.

"Big head, you must go back to Changqiao Village tomorrow morning."

This was the third time Nie Tianqin said it, and it was equivalent to giving an order directly.

Nie Guangyi was injured again.

Thinking back to those years when we were at war with each other, how could Professor Nie dare to talk to him like that?
Why don't you just forgive him?

How did you come up with the score?

Thanks to the genius son's excellent character.

If not, how could daddy dare to be arrogant if he casually flipped through the old accounts.

"Professor Nie, do you know what time it is? Do you know where I am? You just asked your son to be there without any investigation at all?"

"You chatted with Miss Meng in the RV, didn't you mean Aurora?"

"Why?"

"Isn't the RV that Xiaoxuan gave you parked there all the time?"

"Father, although the caravan also has the word house, it is first of all a car. The main difference between a caravan and a house is that it can move."

"Big head, just tell me if you want to move over."

"When my mobile phone arrived in China, it was automatically connected to China Unicom's signal."

Of course Nie Guangyi would not go.

He also has his own schedule.

This trip back to China, first accompany the girl to find the direction of career.

When the girl settled down, he would go to rebuild Wan'an Bridge with peace of mind.

"Since you're connected, see you at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

Nie Tianqin directly set the time.

Father is rarely so strong, and Nie Guangyi's son was a little surprised: "What's wrong? Professor Nie is going to marry at 08:30 tomorrow morning?"

Who doesn't know the connotation?

In terms of seniority based on his ability in this area, Nie Guangyi would not admit that he was anyone's son.

"People from the ancient construction institute will come over tomorrow morning."

"Ah? Ancient Architecture Institute?" Nie Guangyi searched for a place for a long time, but finally found that he was looking in the wrong direction: "Did you get it done?"

"It's still a little bit short, so you hurry back."

"In this regard, you should be better than me."

"Facing the door, nothing can go wrong, and one more person is more at ease." Nie Tianqin emphasized: "You are here, and Dad is also at ease."

"Alright then, I'll find a way to get back."

"Big head, Miss Meng can come here with me if she has time. After all, she is also a professional." Nie Tianqin finally remembered that there was another [business].

It's not that Nie Guangyi couldn't hear his father's overt and secret intention of assisting, so he had to explain aloud: "We didn't mean to be in Aurora, and it takes an hour to fly."

"Ah? Where did you take the girl on a trip? There's only so much space in the car... Have you got permission from the family... or..." Nie Tianqin hesitated to speak.

"Okay, Professor Nie, I came here by plane. Miss Meng was already here. Today is the joy of her brother's housewarming. Xuanshi asked the driver to drive the car. We just had a chance to chat alone just now."

"That's it, then this is too..."

"Okay, Professor Nie, if you keep hanging up the phone, I won't guarantee that I will be there tomorrow morning."

"Huh? You want to be with the girl..."

"Professor Nie, you want to see me early in the morning. The driver just drove a long distance. Do I have to find another driver with an A license?"

"Ah! Yes, you can't drive while fatigued. Then hurry up and look for it!"

"As for it? Isn't Professor Xiao also there? With a foreign professor like her around, it doesn't matter whether I go or not."

"That's still different. After all, Xiaotian and Wan'anqiao have no relationship, let alone a hands-on demonstration."

"Okay. Got it. I'll tell Miss Meng, and I'll arrange for the driver to drive back."

Nie Guangyi did not turn on the hands-free, and in the enclosed space of the caravan, without deliberately lowering the volume, Meng Xin more or less understood the conversation between Nie Guangyi and Nie Tianqin.

Meng Xinzhi asked Nie Guangyi: "The experts from the Academy of Ancient Architecture are going to Wan'an Bridge?"

"Yes." Nie Guangyi explained: "After the Wan'an Bridge was burned, Xuan Shi and I both intentionally contributed money to rebuild it as soon as possible, but Professor Nie felt that such behavior was inappropriate."

"It's definitely not suitable. You paid for the construction, and you don't know whether it is a new bridge or an old bridge. It is very likely that it will lose its cultural relic status. Even if Wan'an Bridge is rebuilt, it will not be a national key protected cultural relic."

Nie Guangyi never thought about it, Meng Xinzhi saw this issue more thoroughly than him:

"It seems that Professor Nie still knows his future daughter-in-law very well! Just now he asked me to take you with him."

After Nie Guangyi finished speaking with extreme shamelessness, he realized that he was still in the stage of pursuing the official position, so he quickly took back the water that was spilled: "I'm sorry, girl, I was about to say something wrong, my It means that Professor Nie still knows a lot about cultural relics and museums.”

It is the past fate of cultural relics such as Wan'an Bridge to be destroyed every fifty and 100 years.

Those once-in-50-year typhoons and once-in-a-century floods may be just a sentence in the news for many people.

But for these intangible cultural heritage woven wooden arched bridges in southern Zhejiang and northeastern Fujian, every time is a battle of life and death.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival in 2016, typhoon "Meranti" made landfall in Xiamen.

The green belts on both sides of the road in this garden city were directly destroyed by more than half.

It can be said that Xiamen people were not impressed with the Mid-Autumn Festival that year.

The greenery on both sides of the road is gone, including many big trees in the sky.

The glass in many people's homes was broken.

The typhoon blew away the balcony, and the torrential rain soaked the entire living room.

Even Xiamen people who are used to seeing typhoons have to marvel at the terrifying power of nature.

The stream soared, causing three national treasure covered bridges - Xuezhai Bridge, Wenzhong Bridge and Wenxing Bridge - which were separated by [-] kilometers, to be washed away by the flood.

After the typhoon, Xiamen people resumed greening and living in a tree and a piece of glass.

People in Taishun, [-] kilometers away, collected the "wreckage" of the three national treasure covered bridges one by one along the river surface full of floating debris when the flood crossed the border.

From southern Zhejiang to northeastern Fujian, just search along the river all the way to the mouth of the sea.

The villagers regard these bridges as beliefs.

What they picked up was not just wood, but memories of the covered bridges that had witnessed their growth.

What is more important than memory is that only when these ancient structures are found can they be recognized as restoration of cultural relics.

The covered bridge was washed out, but almost all parts were recovered.

This is the same as Zhebo dismantling the Wangong sedan, cleaning each flower piece, and then reinstalling it.

The Wangong sedan chair is still the Wangong sedan chair.

Still the same level as before.

It will not lose the property of cultural relics just because it is disassembled and reassembled.

Nie Guangyi could start rebuilding Wan'an Bridge a long time ago.

There is no lack of technology and no shortage of money.

In Nie Guangyi's view, the burning of Wan'an Bridge is not the same as that of Xue Zhai, Wen Zhong, and Wen Xing, three national treasures in southern Zhejiang.

Professor Nie felt that Wananqiao still had a chance.

After all, the stone pier is still there, and so is the bridge house on one side.

It is not necessarily that there is no way to preserve its cultural relic attributes.

Professor Nie was very dissatisfied with Nie Tianqin and instilled in Nie Guangyi "as long as you work hard, even if you don't succeed, you have no regrets".

Such behavior is extremely inconsistent with the personality of an academic leader who values ​​reputation more than anything else.

Some people are always successful because they never do things that they are not sure about.

In the past, Nie Tianqin could not accept failure and would only stay in the comfort zone.

Over the age of [-], there is an extra part of the aggressiveness of young people.

"I'm going!"

Meng Xinzhi was a little excited, and didn't even refute Nie Guangyi's quick talk that was obviously far from the truth.

"Ah?" Nie Guangyi was a little confused, "What do you mean, girl, you rushed back to Changqiao Village with me overnight?"

"Yes. Wan'an Bridge was burned like this. If it can still retain the cultural relics, it will be a matter of great epochal significance. It is also a great benefit to the protection of wooden cultural relics in our country."

"It sounds like the girl has a lot of research on wooden buildings..."

Nie Guangyi looked at Meng Xinzhi meaningfully.

I don't know why, but at this moment, he especially needs the girl's approval.

People who are conceited usually have low self-esteem.

Nie Guangyi acted more determined to win, which showed how guilty he was when facing Zong Guang.

"There is some research, but not a lot."

The girl didn't get on the road, so Nie Guangyi had no choice but to continue to persuade: "Why are you interested in wooden cultural relics?"

"Because it looks good, I have always felt that the mortise and tenon structure with a history of more than 7000 years is the greatest contribution to the history of world architecture. This unique craftsmanship that belongs to the land of China can only be described as ingenious."

"Ah, that's right, so girls also have special feelings for wooden arched bridges, don't they?" Nie Guangyi didn't give up guiding.

"More than that, there are many similar wooden cultural relics in our country. Not to mention anything else, there is also Dong nationality's wooden building construction skills in the list of representative items of national intangible cultural heritage. Drilling holes and piercing tenons, majestic and rigorous structure, Excellent workmanship."

"Oh." Nie Guangyi was a little disappointed.

One reason is that the girl is not as dedicated as he is, she only has a soft spot for wooden arched bridges.

Second, the girl did not show the slightest soft spot for him.

What Nie Guangyi couldn't accept the most was that the girl became more and more excited in his disappointment, and her eyes lit up.