meaning of aurora

Chapter 72 A drop in the ocean

Zong Ji was originally planning to come out and ask Nie Tianqin to practice Tai Chi together.

Now that Nie Tianqin and Meng Xinzhi have come together, there is no need to go out again.

Even Meng Xinzhi asked: "Father, where are we going to fight?"

Zong Ji didn't respond immediately, but clicked a forest icon on the interactive panel behind the door.

With a light touch of a finger, the entire room, from the floor to the wall to the ceiling, becomes a forest scene.

Not just a simple video image, even the sound is integrated.

The gurgling water, the chirping of insects and birds.

The wind blows the leaves, some flutter and some fall.

The air in the entire room has also changed.

Every breath is full of negative oxygen ions.

The smell of the forest is indescribable.

There is no need to describe the three people in the room, because they are actually there.

Nie Tianqin became depressed after being shocked.

Mornings in the forest are certainly refreshing.

His son's design also satisfied him.

Although he has never told him about his son's achievements and awards over the years, he has paid attention to them all.

Even between father and son, there are 14 years of communication barriers.

It didn't affect Nie Tianqin's pride in his son.

This was originally something to be happy about, but Nie Tianqin's mood took a turn for the worse.

Zong Ji noticed that Nie Tianqin's face was a bit wrong: "What's wrong, Uncle Nie?"

Zong Ji wasn't sure if Nie Tianqin's current appearance had something to do with the forest mode, so he clicked on the leisure mode directly.

There was an extra set of sofa with a sense of design in the room.

"I don't seem to know my son very well." Nie Tianqin said, "I always ask him for something, but never give him anything?"

Zongji knew that there must be a story in it.

He didn't ask, just looked at Nie Tianqin, and as the temporary owner of the house, he poured Nie Tianqin a glass of water.

If Professor Nie wants to talk, he will seriously enlighten him, if he doesn't want to talk, then forget it.

To be honest, the two of them didn't know each other very well.

Meng Xinzhi also sat quietly.

This is not a suitable occasion for her to intervene, she just wants to be by her father's side.

Dad came here to accompany her until school started, but he still had to leave after all.

Meng Xinzhi cherishes the time spent together.

"My son said he wants to go back to China with me." Nie Tianqin said.

He wanted to hear his son's brother's opinion.

"Isn't that good?" Zong Ji answered immediately.

"Yeah, I think it's pretty good too. Your daughter said that she took one of my classes, so she should know that I study ancient architecture." Nie Tianqin said: "If my son returns to China, he will complete it with me. Reconstruction of Wan'an Bridge."

"Wan'an Bridge. I took Ah Xin to see the burned site. It's really a pity."

"It's a pity." Nie Tianqin asked again: "Then do you think my son is a pity?"

"Ah? How do you say that?" Zong Ji didn't understand.

"Look, even though I am old, I am very interested in this place and these conceptual installations, let alone you." Nie Tianqin looked at Zong Ji and asked seriously: "Let such a person, and Is it a waste of his talent if I go back to rebuild an ancient bridge?"

"This...it's really not a good comment. Ah Xin, do you have any opinions?"

"Ah?" Meng Xinzhi didn't expect her father to suddenly catch herself at this moment.

Since Dad asked, she would definitely answer seriously.

"On my first day in college, our professor said something that I still remember vividly." Meng Xinzhi said something seemingly unrelated.

"What?" Zongji asked.

"Archaeology is not limited to opening the [blind box] of cultural relics, but to [seeing people through things], seeing the people and society behind the cultural relics and their evolution."

Nie Tianqin asked Meng Xinzhi: "Are you trying to say that the ancient bridge is a witness to history?"

"Yes." Meng Xinzhi replied: "High technology can certainly make us yearn for the future, but history is where we come from."

Nie Tianqin looked at Meng Xinzhi eagerly: "You mean, Guangyi really wants to go back, not because of me?"

"I don't know about that. It depends on the relationship between your father and son. If it were me, as long as my father said something, I would definitely go back immediately."

"So it's still because of me, right?" Nie Tianqin was confused.

He had already lost his son once because of selfish interests.

Nie Tianqin did not want such a thing to happen again.

Meng Xinzhi didn't understand what happened between the Nie family father and son, but she still felt something similar to a estrangement very keenly.

Meng Xinzhi thought about it seriously, and revealed a smile like the morning in the forest, clear and bright, as if it could light up every corner of the heart.

She didn't mention Nie Guangyi, but took herself as an example: "Professor Nie, if I have to choose between conceptual installation design and architectural cultural relic restoration, I will definitely choose cultural relic restoration."

"You young people, do you really like ancient buildings and cultural relics?" Nie Tianqin has heard from many students who secretly came to Italy to see that the founder of the firm hates everything related to classics. Love the modern concept design.

"Of course. We young people also like Renaissance paintings and Dunhuang murals."

"That's just to look at the paintings, and it's not the same concept as the restoration of ancient buildings."

"Not only that, we also like bronze wares, terracotta warriors, and every witness of history."

"Is it really?"

"Of course." Meng Xinzhi reassured: "Professor Nie, I don't know anything else, but your son must like everything in "A Picture of Shanghe During the Qingming Festival" very much. He asked me more than once, what's delicious in it of."

"Delicious?" Nie Tianqin suddenly smiled, every wrinkle on his face was full of happiness: "It's really a bit like Guangyi will be curious."

"So, even if it's just because of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival", he is definitely willing to restore Wan'an Bridge."

"Why do you see that?" Nie Tianqin had already begun to ask knowingly, he didn't know why he did this.

"Isn't the Hongqiao in the center of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" just a wooden arch bridge? Restoring the Wan'an Bridge will definitely give him a feeling of stepping into history."

"can you?"

"Professor Nie, you are an expert in the restoration of ancient buildings. Didn't you have a dialogue with history during the restoration process?"

"Yes, but many, many years later, I didn't feel this way when I was young."

"I don't think it has anything to do with age. For history, we are all a drop in the ocean, too young to be younger."

(End of this chapter)