Thousands of years

Chapter 10 Feng Ning Yuxiu Introduces Dragonflies for Thousands of Years

Sitting in front of the shaking machine, An Ji's heart was still in turmoil. Seeing that the pipe was already wrapped with the silk that had just been drawn from the water shaft, he continued to shake it in a daze.

"An Ji, did your mother and uncle talk about you again after returning home?" Aunt Zhang saw that something was wrong with An Ji today, and asked, "Actually..."

Even though An Ji has been dealing with the two sides, Aunt Zhang knows a thing or two about An Ji's parents' attitude, and looking at An Ji's state today, she can basically be sure of it.

"If you're in a bad mood, you might as well go out for a walk. After two days, you'll figure it out thoroughly. We will support you in whatever decision you make."

"Hmm..." An Ji just stopped the rickshaw under his hand, and became more and more confused for a while, "But I have nowhere to go."

If he continues in this state, he will not be able to do things well, An Ji himself knows it very well.It's just that when dreams and reality wrap people tightly in the middle, just like the silkworms in the cocoon, there is no extra space for being squeezed.

"If you don't understand, go out more." Aunt Zhang moved closer to An Ji, took the shaken tubes, turned around and put them in the water basin beside her, and then said to An Ji again, " Look at the monuments we said before the Temple of Machine..."

"Now we don't know the exact location. Maybe you can go and see. Didn't you study history as a graduate student? Maybe it will resonate with you, so you can figure it out?"

I think that when An Ji transferred from the Department of History to fashion design, it was precisely because of the heavy silk culture of the country, the gorgeous clothes of the family, and the neon clothes and feather clothes that the whole world "surrendered" in the history books.

Back then, An Ji had a dispute with his mother because of this. At that time, An Ji’s choice of history was beyond He Yanqing’s expectations. As for the costume design, the future is as uncertain as An Jianing’s choice of drama and film at that time .

"Okay." No matter the success or failure in the past, in reality, we always have to move forward. Silkworms can break out of their cocoons and be reborn. After all, we have to explore a direction to break through the shackles. "I will try to figure it out today."

The phrase 'strive for' An Ji is for himself, sometimes benign psychological hints are necessary, if you don't have confidence in yourself, then it's useless for others to say more.

"Go, you can shake these tubes enough, don't worry, if there is anything that needs us, we will always be there."

Only his father's support is too weak. When a group of people support him to choose, An Ji is also a little bolder. When he gets on the bicycle, when the breeze sweeps through his broken hair, Qingyang is just a touch of light that sets off the youth, and he can no longer be shy. impediment.

The wind and rain the night before had been hidden by the dog days of Hangzhou to the last trace, and even the lowest corners of the street had returned to the original color of the road.

An Ji had already visited the stele located in the Forest of Steles in Hangzhou at the very beginning.Going the same way again, An Ji hoped that he would be able to call back his original heart that had a glance for a thousand years, and give himself a reason to persevere even if he deceived his mother.

"Love you……"

"hero……"

Intermittent singing came from the nearby courtyard wall, and the children from some elementary school were having physical education class, laughing and running and jumping, very happy.

"Elementary school?" Pulling over to stop the bicycle, An Ji turned on his phone and looked at the map, "Since we happened to be here first, let's take a look first, and then go to the Forest of Steles."

The old bricks and ancient carvings, and the cultural protection signs are parked there, silently recounting the glorious scene that existed with the visitors.The ancient inscriptions with missing corners, the short three characters, and the water-stained moss are full of historical resounding.

"Girls are interested in this?"

"Many people now say that this is a feudal superstition. Two days ago, when parents picked up their children, they said, how can these things be protected as cultural relics!"

The sudden appearance of the old man gave An Ji a jump, and after recovering, he replied: "Yes."

"It's rare, it's rare..."

(End of this chapter)