Thousands of years

Chapter 124 The old time wasted and the ideal is in your arms
The wind urges the winter cold, the rain falls on the clothes, and the umbrella is taken back to the room. It is inevitable that the cold and damp will soak the room.

Such a languid, but also refreshing atmosphere suddenly poured in, causing An Ji, who was only drawing sketches at his desk, to frown helplessly, and subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of the door.

"What are you doing on this heavy rainy day?" He Yanqing muttered, while passing the steaming tomato and egg soup with pepper powder to An Jianing who hadn't changed his shoes yet.

The latter smiled obsequiously, and handed the bag in his hand to He Yanqing.

Glancing at the things in the bag, He Yanqing's face softened a bit, and he gave An Jianing a more or less half-smiling look: "If you catch a cold, you still want me and my daughter to take care of you, such an adult can't Save me some time?"

Hearing that the atmosphere here has calmed down, An Ji breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to devote his energy to the drawing in front of him.

But An Jianing is An Jianing after all, he must be more familiar with his daughter-in-law's temperament than his own girls, knowing that today's matter is naturally not over here, so he quickly packed himself, sent the umbrella to the toilet, and flushed it with clean water.

Sure enough, as soon as An Jia Ning Fu came out of the bathroom, he saw He Yanqing sitting cross-legged in a corner of the sofa at home, just waiting for a trial for himself.

"You haven't been at home every day during the day, what have you been doing?" He Yanqing didn't like An Jianing to beat around the bush, "You have been abnormal for the past two weeks, if you don't talk about your father or child, I think An Ji will do whatever you want! "

It has been more than two weeks since An Jianing left home without telling him for the first time. During these two weeks, the former always found various reasons to leave early and return late. Rao He Yanqing did not doubt her husband's loyalty to the family, so she had to be curious about An Jia. Ning was doing something furtively.

"I didn't do anything, but my old friend asked me for something."

I have to say that An Jianing is really guilty now, the daughter-in-law has connected herself with what her daughter did before without telling the family, and she really sees herself clearly.

Don't look at the low-browed and pleasing look on the face, An Jianing's heart is constantly wandering, his eyes linger on the bag of food on the coffee table from time to time, calculating the situation of "eating people with short mouths". A bag of food can give yourself a chance to 'survive'.

"Didn't do anything?"

"It's just that if your friends want to get together with you, there's no need for you not to tell me in advance." He Yanqing was very vigilant, and it was easy to handle the small things in An Jianing's heart, "It's really the educational psychology of us as teachers. Learn to learn?"

"Your little thought is no more than that of a three-year-old!"

He Yanqing could feel that something was wrong with her husband recently, and An Jianing didn't intend to keep it a secret—it's just that the latter couldn't figure out how the former would react after she told the truth.

support?Just like when the two just got married, let the whole family bear the consequences for themselves in the end?

He didn't want to face the reality prematurely, so An Jianing was still playing sloppy eyes with He Yanqing, thinking how long he could fool this matter.

"It's not about helping them with film and television work." After thinking about it, An Jianing still planned to test He Yanqing's tolerance by insinuating, "I don't have anything to do recently, so I'll help out when I have time. My friend, I am also embarrassed to talk about money with others."

There is nothing wrong with friends helping each other. If there is no authority of his colleagues to reveal their own wounds, He Yanqing will not be able to untie the knot so quickly and let her daughter do what she wants to do.

"Really?" He Yanqing still had something to say, "Did you go to film with others? It's been two weeks."

"Besides, you haven't moved for a long time, and your friends don't worry about you?"

"Call Xiao Ning's uncle if you don't believe me!" An Jianing suddenly thought of his own life-saving straw, "Or you can ask Xiao Ning, he is on his uncle's crew right now."

"What do I ask you for? Are you making trouble for me?" He Yanqing was skeptical, but for some reason, he was willing to let An Jianing go, and did not continue to question him, "Don't mention that child Xiao Ning, you are not bringing her child into trouble. Come on, come and lie to me?"

"Okay, I don't care what you've been doing recently, you have to take care of the family affairs, otherwise I have to clean up the housework when I come back from work one day..."

[Ning Xu Yifan is a lonely boat: You guessed it right, your father and my uncle have been together recently]

[An Deyun Kai Yueji: I didn't guess, I heard what my father and mother said.What have they been doing lately?My dad left early and came back late, my mother didn’t detain him in the hallway for interrogation, she let him go just now]

[Ning Xu Yifan is a lonely boat: What else can they do?Speaking of which, my uncle has an intention to talk to you. Isn’t he making a historical film recently? Now it mainly revolves around three Song Dynasty poets: Li Qingzhao, Su Shi, Liu Yong]

[An Deyun Kai Yue Ji: No one cares about Xin Qiji and Wang Anshi? 】

Subconsciously, An Ji was distracted by Ning Yunfan's topic, and when he realized it, he gave a long 'hum' to the screen, with a little dissatisfaction, and his typing speed was much faster.

[An Deyun Kai Yueji: Wait a minute, you're biased against me again, what are my dad and your uncle doing? I've been asking him these two days, but he's also keeping secrets]

[An Deyun Kai Yueji: When my mother and I had a quarrel because I learned Hangluo weaving, didn't I tell the truth to both of you, and now I'm an outsider? 】

Seeing the words 'the other party is typing' jumping on the dialog box, An Ji put the phone on the table in a leisurely manner and stared at the screen, wanting to see what excuse Ning Yunfan could give.

[Ning Xu Yifan as a lonely boat: Uncle An and my uncle are going to engage in a drama]

[Ning Xu Yifan is a lonely boat: My uncle said that my uncle and aunt had conflicts because of making a drama, and they didn't succeed in doing it back then, and my uncle always felt sorry for my aunt and you]

[Ning Xu Yifan is a lonely boat: So their idea is that their vision back then is just in line with the needs of the times, and they will report to you and aunt after they have achieved something]

[Ning Xu Yifan is a lonely boat: That's why my uncle and uncle won't let me talk about it, including yours. I'm afraid that one day my aunt will ask you. It's okay if you don't know. It's really inappropriate to be alone with my aunt]

An Ji now understands why there are always people on the Internet who like to use "Lu Xun literature" to imitate Mrs. Xianglin's madness--now it is true: I only know that there is a situation between them without telling me, but I don't know that there is a deeper reason behind this situation story.

Why did her mother stop her from learning Hangluo weaving, and why she didn't want to understand her passionate pursuit of dreams? Now, An Ji finally got the answer completely.

"An Ji, it's time to eat!"

"Speaking of drawing a manuscript at home, I haven't heard you start writing for a long time..." An Ji went to the table, and He Yanqing saw that the former was holding a mobile phone in his hand, and he didn't intend to put it down for a moment. It’s time to look at your phone and procrastinate.”

"What you are doing now is what you like, and if you still delay it like this, what can you do by then?"

After scooping up a spoonful of soup and pouring it into An Ji's bowl, He Yanqing just sat down and didn't say anything more, but glanced at the father and daughter together, and poured the soup for himself.

An Jianing believed that no one at home knew what he was doing, so he stretched out his chopsticks to pick up what kind of food he wanted, but he didn't notice that his daughter was fidgeting and feeling very agitated.

I picked up a bowl and drank it all in one gulp. Fortunately, the temperature of the tomato and egg soup was not too hot, and it was just right for the palate.An Ji tried her best to hide herself with a bowl, so that her mother would not notice her at the dining table——that look just now, my mother must have discovered something!
"Do you still drink?" He Yanqing reached out to pick up the porcelain bowl in An Ji's hand, and found that the latter's state seemed a little abnormal, "Is it not good? I put too much pepper on it?"

"It's raining today, and the humidity and cold are heavy. Don't you know the saying 'eat ginger sabers at night'?"If you are not used to drinking pepper, I won't serve you any more. '

"No, no, it's delicious." Realizing his unnaturalness, An Ji swallowed to cover up the pungent taste on the tip of his tongue, for fear of revealing his unnaturalness, "It's pretty good, I just thought of something else."

"Okay, it's good to drink."

Having been recognized for his cooking skills, He Yanqing didn't think about what happened just now. He filled a bowl full for his daughter and put it firmly on the table: "It's a bit full, take a sip first, or you'll just pick it up and spill it." .”

Enduring the pungentness brought by the pepper and the slight itching from the nostrils, An Ji took a big gulp, raised his head and smiled at his mother, He Yanqing, "It's a little bland, the salt may be less, but it's delicious .”

"You can drink it if you like it, and if you like it, mom will make a pot for you and your dad."

"I just asked him, and he said it's pretty good...then next time we'll make it with pepper."

He Yanqing spoke to himself, somewhat disregarding the beauty of life and death of the two people who were biting their back molars and drinking soup on the opposite side. For a moment, the two people with ghosts in their hearts wondered if they had been exposed, and now the former is here for revenge. .

Look up again and see that although it is delicious, there are still more than a dozen packs of unfried bamboo shoots in the refrigerator—maybe the two of us really think too much, it is nothing more than a "delicious" and it is very likely that we will get a dish Dishes until I vomit...

"What's the matter? Hurry up and eat, didn't you say that the shredded bamboo shoots are delicious that day?"

"Hurry up and eat, there's still in the refrigerator after eating, let's make it tomorrow, don't be reluctant to eat it!" Putting a large chopstick in his own bowl, He Yanqing seemed completely unaware of the rejection of the two people opposite him.

The window is quiet, the rain is quiet, the lights are resting, and An Ji is still digging out the details on the drawing.After all, Hangluo's material is different from other materials, its luster and texture cannot be easily replaced, and the "precious" attribute of Hangluo's material itself predestined An Ji's impossibility to use it casually, so he must finalize the details.

What's more, An Ji cuts with a Chinese-style plane. Before the scissors go down, there is basically no room for turning around. The data must be calculated well...

With the incident at night, it was difficult for An Ji to calm down, he couldn't sleep, and he tossed and turned when he was awake, and he didn't dare to finalize the draft easily in his state.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Seeing that the light was still on at her daughter's side, An Jianing walked into the room with a cup of hot tea, gently pulled the chair over, sat on it and took a sip of tea, "If you don't have any ideas, go ahead Rest, these things can't be rushed."

An Ji didn't respond, but gently placed the pencil in his hand on the table, and turned his head to stare at his father.

A sense of oppression similar to that of He Yanqing came over, An Jianing was stared furiously, and could only laugh and joke: "What's the matter, what do you want Dad to do for you?"

"Are you hungry? I see that your mother always cooks these shredded bamboo shoots. You probably don't like them... Dad will go out and buy you something to eat?"

An Ji was still silent, now An Jianing was fully aware that something was wrong, and muttered in a low voice: "What's wrong, why are you and your mother like this today?"

"Dad, what did you and Uncle Ning do?"

"Ah, I..." This kid Ning Yunfan, what about the differences between the good guys?Sell ​​yourself as soon as you turn around?An Jianing felt guilty, but An Jianing pretended to be stupid and refused to admit it, "We are classmates and friends, and he has something to do..."

"What I heard from Ning Yunfan is, Dad, you and Uncle Ning, you wanted to show the folk stories of our Zhejiang in the form of new dramas, but there was no market at the time." It was so late, and An Ji didn't He planned to tangle with his father, so he simply put the words on the surface.

Originally, An Ji didn't expect the former to explain the truth to himself, so he just sighed, "Didn't I tell you when I was fighting with my mother? Dad, tell me I'll help you find a way for you, it's not that you were caught by me. After Mom caught me, I followed the training at a loss!"

"Aren't I afraid that you and your mother will worry?"

"The market is really different now than it was back then. Uncle Ning and I watched your short play and it attracted a lot of people. In addition, he is going to make a third-tier Song Dynasty drama recently, so it hit it off... It can be regarded as the long-cherished wish of the year."

After hearing so much from his father, An Ji still didn't speak.Because An Ji knows that An Jianing must have a lot of old things that he wants to talk about with him, so that he can express his feelings.

"Back then we also relied on enthusiasm, but we really didn't consider the market at that time."

"At that time, it should be said that there was a wave of foreign cultural shocks, and everyone was not so rich financially. It was not so easy to accept this kind of drama with a strong sense of culture." Looking back on the past years, there was no setback, but in the end there was only bitterness.

Unscrewing the lid of the teacup, An Jianing blew away the floating leaves on the surface, and took a sip of tea: "At that time, the drama itself didn't make money. If you act in Shakespeare's play, there might be trendy people saving money to watch it. But we only want to do what we want to do, and thinking about it now, we are too naive."

In the 90s, in the early days of reform and opening up, the economy was far less developed than it is now, and food and clothing are already longing for. How many people in the city are willing to spend money to watch dramas?

Coupled with the openness and influx of a large amount of Western culture, "Shakespeare" plays, even today, are still synonymous with "fashion" and "elegance" in the eyes of many people...

"Now, I only hope that my own thoughts in my youth can make some achievements by taking advantage of the trend of the times. One is to realize the dream of going to sea in culture, and the other is to untie the knot in your mother's heart."

The moon and the stars are heavy, and the warm lamp falls in the arms. The sky and the world all reflect the road ahead——the road ahead was just an ideal, but now the road ahead is walking with you.

(End of this chapter)