Thousands of years

Chapter 117

"Come on, slow down, don't rush... yes, good!"

During this period of running around, An Ji didn't have much time to calm down and learn how to weave with Aunt Zhang, so whenever she was free, An Ji would sit in front of the loom.

"There's no need to rush this kind of thing. You've learned it well. Back then, I didn't calm down as quickly as you did."

I hope that An Ji will become better, and I am reluctant to criticize An Ji a little, but I don't want An Ji to be negligent. Looking at the younger generation I admire, Aunt Zhang's eyes seem to be looking at Hang Luo who has been with her all the time. .

'Bang bang, click... click, bang. '

"Click, bang bang!"

The loom is ringing rhythmically, the sound knocks on people's hearts, interlaced, and echoes back and forth in the factory building, it seems that the drumbeat that has not changed for thousands of years is knocked out in An Ji's mind, and the sound that was once outside the Genshan Gate The grand scene of the sound of weaving is reflected on the loom in front of us, weaving into each shuttle.

"It's also thanks to you. If I come, as long as I get familiar with it, I will be casual. I might go wrong by then!" The first three batches of pre-sales have been sold out, and they are only waiting for the delivery from the manufacturer. Something happened, so I came to look for An Ji at noon.

"Here, I've ordered takeaway, and I'll let Aunt Zhang take a rest at noon, and I'll teach you to cook for everyone this morning, won't Aunt Zhang be exhausted?"

When he came to the factory, Sheng Xia didn't treat himself as an outsider, he put the table and chairs in a familiar way, without chatting with An Ji, he took the rag from Aunt Zhang and went straight to the table.

"Girl, you said that you came here to buy food and help clean up. We, the host, are not busy, but let you be a guest, how is it appropriate?" After Midsummer took the lead, Aunt Zhang had to stand aside and helplessly laugh.

"I can't help you here, I'm basically a troublemaker." Sheng Xia raised her head and smiled brightly, she didn't forget to wipe the table with her hands, and she spoke very politely, "I just came here to talk to An Ji chatting, if I don't make trouble for you, I'm already very happy."

"I really envy your patience, and I really admire our family, An Ji, who came to the factory together to do graduation design, but in the end she has the determination and ability to set her mind to learn weaving with you..."

When the takeaway arrived at the door, Sheng Xia ignored the half-spoken words and muttered: "I'll go and talk to you when I come back." At the same time, he had already appeared at the door, carrying two large bags of takeaway, and he didn't forget to share with the takeaway Brother thank you.

"Not to mention anything else, I just couldn't do it just to watch her shake it before!" The dishes, soup, and rice in the takeaway bag were all taken to the table, and Sheng Xia continued to moan, if there was a little mess Yes, I can twist the real coils together in a hurry. "

"In the end, it must be the result of cutting with scissors..."

Whenever talking about things related to Hang Luo, Sheng Xia basically used this set of rhetoric, even if everyone heard it more than once, they would not find it annoying.

It's just because Sheng Xia really speaks sincerely, and there's no need to say flattering words to the uncles and aunts in the factory. One of the people.

With enough tea and food, all the uncles and aunts naturally returned to the loom, doing this work again and again, day after day, year after year, not only did not get bored, but also seemed to be living with the loom. With the connection, there is a little more intimacy of "you are me, and I am you".

"Click, bang bang!"

"Click, boom..."

Although the sound in the factory is noisy, after listening to the rhythmic weaving sound for a long time, I feel that it is the same as Nodeng's elegant symphony and orchestral music, and it has become the background sound of every movement.

It's the same when drinking water, it's the same when talking, it's the same when just sitting there silently...

"After get off work, let's all go home, be careful on the road!"

Following Aunt Zhang's call, the sound of the looms in the factory stopped abruptly with a "bang", and everything was silent for a moment, but An Ji and Sheng Xia felt that the heart in their bosom was still staying at the previous rhythm, praying for The joy of the same frequency as the loom.

"An Ji, let's go, let's go home, you have had a hard day, do you want to get our things back into the campus? See if I can make it easier for you."

As one of the projects of the intangible cultural heritage of mankind "Chinese silkworm silk weaving skills", Hangluo is only a category of mulberry silk, and a series of silkworm silk fabrics such as Shuanglin silk, Hangluo, Song brocade, Kesi, etc. People often say 'silk'.

Nowadays, due to the decline in the utilization rate and the increasing rarity of tailors who can serve mulberry silk fabrics, there are also very few people who can correctly distinguish between "silk satin" and "splendid silk".

Therefore, the uncles and aunts in An Ji's same factory thought of emphasizing the differences of different mulberry silk fabrics when entering the campus.

Over the years, Aunt Zhang has also been in contact with colleagues in intangible cultural heritage fairs and various government-led intangible cultural heritage cultural activities. As soon as An Jifu proposed this idea, Aunt Zhang contacted her colleagues.

Accompanied by my best friend this afternoon, even midsummer has long liked the rumble of the loom, but after all, I was tired of sitting, and I couldn't bear my temper, so I secretly poked and elbowed An, who planned to stay for a while. Ji.

"Okay, then I'll go first, Aunt Zhang, be careful on the road." An Ji knows Sheng Xia's temperament, although it is not a 3-minute heat, but it can never be fixed, doing one thing repeatedly in one place, after receiving it After receiving the express notice from the author, he greeted Aunt Zhang and went home.

"An Ji, how can you hold your temper?" When the traffic light was at the moment, Sheng Xia began to mutter again, "I really can't compare to you, it's okay if you let me do some brain-intensive work, but this kind of slow work comes out. Careful things, I really... how did you do it?"

In fact, Sheng Xia doesn't understand that it's because of their personalities. Just as An Ji sometimes admires Sheng Xia's courage to do what he says, and his ability to make a difference in whatever he does, Sheng Xia also envies An Ji's ability to calm down. Do something you like, for a day, a month, a year, or maybe...for a lifetime.

Without waiting for An Ji's response, Sheng Xia said to himself again: "Why don't you say that most of you intangible cultural heritages have no successors, apart from earning money, how many of you can calm down and do these things?"

"I used to think that the elders always used the phrase 'I like it but I don't eat it' to prevaricate, but looking at it now, what I said is really reasonable." Sheng Xia was thirsty, reached out to drink water from the bag in the back seat, and sipped it. Wet his lips, and continued, "If you just like it, you can't do it if you don't have the ability, and you can't stick to it..."

Sheng Xia finally stopped for the sake of driving safety and had to chat for a while during the whole day. He turned around and started the car intently. Only then did An Ji have time to look at what his best friend was wearing today.

Thanks to An Ji, midsummer can always find some materials that have not been officially sold to the outside world - now the sleeveless and folded clothes on the upper body are made of white bamboo leaf pattern jacquard.

Different from the jacquard looms in the Tang and Song dynasties, perhaps because of the decline in the economic level and the change in the aesthetics of the times, or to save labor and time, the old objects of the Qing Dynasty have evolved into "jacquard looms". The Hua Luo, has been hard to find traces.

An Ji and the uncles and aunts in the factory also started from the easier "jacquard" and worked backwards to restore the most primitive flower.

"How about it, this one of mine is pretty good...it just doesn't suit your style, otherwise I'll definitely make one for you." Sheng Xia shrugged, wearing white clothes and red trousers with small silver trims.

"However, I made you a similar style in green, white and gold. I'll bring it to you tomorrow. After a while, you won't be able to wear it when the weather turns cold." Sheng Xia didn't go home directly, but went to his own by the West Lake. The physical store went around and put on the sign of 'resting'.

The glass door was locked, and the orange red in the evening dyed the clothes in the store in a soft and warm tone. Midsummer asked for credit like a child: "Aren't you busy going to the campus in a few days, wearing that for a speech or something, I guarantee you will be satisfied!"

"I haven't seen it yet, so how do I know if I'm satisfied?" An Ji naturally joked back, "If I'm not satisfied then, I'll fine you to make one piece per person according to my design!"

Just like the laughter when they were still in school, even though the two of them have achieved something in their careers, An Ji and Sheng Xia are like children who can't grow up in private, they are still naive and naive.

Sheng Xia's parents don't urge Sheng Xia to get married, and there is no pressure to urge her to marry. Sheng Xia can naturally devote herself to her career and ideals.

Although An Ji and Ning Yunfan are still boyfriend and girlfriend, they have long talked about their relationship as if they were old married couples. They do not interfere with each other's career development, and they will never shrink back when they can help...

"Okay, okay, I'll send you home and I'll be home too, don't push yourself too hard, take your time, anyway, the previous two things are on the right track, so you don't have to worry too much. "

Sometimes Sheng Xia felt like he was worrying about the same old woman, and An Ji would not be so stupid as to remind him of this, but the former still couldn't help but repeat it, for fear of neglecting the slightest bit.

And An Ji is naturally also the midsummer who gives back, as long as there is something of value to the latter, he must be notified in place and help if he can.

Twilight smoke and dust, lights and smells, in real life, there are very few plastic sisters who break up for a man, for a little money and small profits in real life, and there may be different ways to part ways, but most of them are still in a few years A friendship that never changes.

The stars and the moon turn three times, the Mid-Autumn Festival is over, and the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching. An Ji lives in the Hangluo factory day after day, almost like copying and pasting years. When he returns home, he has the heavy responsibility of design and publicity.

Life is ordinary. If An Ji was boring and uninspired when he was doing copywriting in the company, then learning weaving in Hangluo Factory was even more monotonous. Even the "colleagues" around him were not of the same age.

"An Ji, why didn't you two girls and that Ning Yunfan think that the environment in our factory was noisy at the beginning, and why did you choose Hang Luo to do your graduation project?" Aunt Wang just drank water from a teacup , I don’t know who has heard that wolfberry lowers blood pressure recently, and the water in the cup has a little more.

"Many people say that we are only liked by older people, and young people don't understand... But I think you understand it too, but those people..."

Aunt Zhou also got involved, but she couldn't remember the word while talking, and it was Uncle Li who reminded: "Stick the label!"

"Yes, labeling is the same as labeling us as 'outdated'. There are always people labeling you young people as 'incomprehensible', 'not interested', and 'disrespectful'." Aunt Zhou sighed , "I also watched your video account, and sometimes I can't tell whether what you said is right or wrong."

In fact, not only An Ji is confused, why are the uncles and aunts in the factory no longer confused? The confusion 20 years ago was about the survival of Hang Luo, the confusion ten years ago was that there was no market, and the confusion today has become the future.

Being confused is not wrong, because only when you really put one thing in your heart and think about it over and over again, you will be confused...

If interests and persistence are An Ji's confusion, it means that he has never experienced these ups and downs, but now Aunt Zhou's confusion is just what An Ji is good at: "I think as long as I understand, no Chinese son or daughter will think that Those of us are obsolete."

"It is because of the cold pictures in the history books that created the old economy and showed the wisdom of the sages that I want to see these real things." An Ji said, "When I see it, I want to touch it. Get close to them."

"It's the same for those who can't see or touch. After seeing their magnificence and knowing everything about them and everyone, how can you think they are outdated?"

An Ji is not calm enough to organize the language completely every time he is emotional.But as An Ji said, how can those things that frequently appear in everyone's life, or have the same cultural origin as everyone's existence, become outdated?
The Song Yun culture relies on that era, this land, and the people on this land; the same is true of the Grand Canal, the same is true of the Silk Road, and the same is true of Hangluo, which is inseparable from it.

Therefore, if "Hangluo" becomes old-fashioned, wouldn't the people of the new era born from the same origin in this land also be buried in the torrent of the times?

"At that time, I just saw it and fell in love with it, maybe because of the inexplicable kindness?"

Just like the Chinese see the red flag flying high, they will cry no matter when and where; just like seeing that touch of Chinese elements in a foreign country, even if they are displaced, they will return home - this is the power of cultural origin, see The moon cherishes the hometown, mourns when it hears the death, and Yunji sends joy.

"These words and intentions are of course good." Aunt Zhang has been running the Hangluo factory for decades, she opened her mouth to make a final decision, "It's basically how we do it, as we always do."

The sunlight outside the door stepped into the factory building again, but felt that the brilliance was dim, no more than the Rob on the shelf, no more than the heat in the chest.

　① In the Tang and Song Dynasties, there was no jacquard mechanism in Hualuo, and the "Jacquard Luo" with jacquard mechanism appeared in Qing Dynasty, the two should not be confused. (Information comes from "The Clothes of the Song Dynasty" and communicated with the non-heritage inheritor)
　　
　
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