Thousands of years

Chapter 128 Ode to Xizi on Qiantang Lake
The government is smooth and the people are harmonious, and the water in the West Lake is dredging. Although Su Shi asked himself and laughed at himself that his achievements in his life were only in "Huangzhou, Huizhou, and Danzhou", but Xining's water control and Yuanyou's well digging are all the emptiness of the West Lake that Su Shi wrote in his works. Make a political career for the people of Hangzhou that will benefit the future.

"Su Shi is not from the Northern Song Dynasty. His life has been full of ups and downs. How do you plan to film it?" An Ji will never forget Sheng Xia when something good happens. The narration, I can't stop complaining.

Throwing the script on the table casually, Sheng Xia knew that An Ji was also a 'worker', so he only complained to Ning Yunfan: "Aren't they all talking about restricting episodes now? You are planning to be on satellite TV after watching it. If "Ask Ru life achievements" write down, can you finish filming [-] episodes?"

"I only wrote about the part in West Lake and Hangzhou. It is a unit drama with three parts." Knowing that his girlfriend's best friend has always been careless, Ning Yunfan was not annoyed because of the maintenance of An Ji's friendship. On the contrary, it is a good explanation.

"Su Shi, Liu Yong, and Li Qingzhao, the poems of these three poets have a deep connection with the West Lake in Hangzhou. This play is to use their stories to span the Northern Song Dynasty and the Southern Song Dynasty, and show the unique Song Yun culture of the West Lake."

Sheng Xia didn't respond to Ning Yunfan's explanation, just bent down and reached out to pick up the script that she had just thrown back on the table, sat on the chair beside An Ji and read it carefully, turning back from time to time to record something on the paper. idea.

Epiphyllum climbs the window, bright flowers enter the room, and fine dust floats in the room... A piece of Qingsu Luoyi under the pencil only shows Su Dongpo, who was vigorous and dedicated to the country more than a thousand years ago, with a Confucian spirit and a Zen heart for the people. .

Jinyi went to the old West Lake again, but saw drought and flood, and the old achievements of more than ten years ago were about to be submerged by the overflowing water of the canal.Not wearing the official robes of Zhizhou, a tea-brown cross-legged slanted collar and a skirt, with black borders as the border.

If it weren't for the portrait of this man hanging in every household in Hangzhou, I'm afraid no one would be able to connect this ordinary literati-like man in front of him with their prefect Su Shi.

"Officer, wait for the rain to rest."

The subordinate behind him was calling, but Su Shi seemed to have not heard it.The pair of soap boots with purple borders on the feet, you can tell at a glance that they are facing boots, and it is too late to change them.No matter how precious it is, I still rushed into the rain with an umbrella regardless.

The subordinates chased after him, holding rain gear and other things in their hands, and hurriedly said: "Officer!"

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Obviously, there was no time for Su Shi's subordinates to rest for a while.

"Officer, my officer..."

Seeing the eagerness on his subordinate's face, Su Shi paused, looked sideways, and realized that the former was here to care for him, so he just flicked his sleeves and rushed to the study.

"Fortunately, they still have a bit of conscience, otherwise our place would be ruined. Wouldn't it be a waste of money!" Pulling the draft under An Ji's hand, Sheng Xia gave a thumbs up and kept complaining, "Hey..."

Half of his body was covered by Sheng Xia, and An Ji couldn't open his mouth. In desperation, he rolled his eyes at Ning Yunfan.

"I mentioned to my uncle about our short play, and the costumes of the crew will be sorted out and sold, and we will donate the money." After receiving a hint from his girlfriend, Ning Yunfan quickly opened his mouth to explain.

"That's not bad." Sheng Xia nodded, and Dang even turned around to continue working on the design.

Clothes can not only set off a person's personality, but also show a person's environment and state of mind. At this time, Su Shi should be worry-free, expensive but not extravagant. It is Yayun and Zhuangzheng.

Sheng Xia and An Ji both studied history and knew what Su Shi was doing at this time. During the Yuanyou period, Su Shi's letter was not only sent to the court, but also sent to the empress dowager.

Several generations of empress dowagers have all kept the promise of the first emperor and valued Su Shi's talent in managing the country.In that feudal society, regardless of the current party and government, Su Shi's policy for the country and the people was really used where the local people needed it.

The beautiful clothes of the Song Dynasty are actually not reflected in Su Shi. Although he was not disappointed when he was relegated, he did not have enough money to afford Luo Qi's upper body.As for the days in Hangzhou, Su Shi was close to Zen Buddhism and left a lot of jokes with his friends.

In addition, Su Shi's mind is more on diet, and his clothing is more on hermit's clothes. Now, for Su Shi's clothes, cotton and linen are more reasonable than Hangluo.

The clouds cover the breeze, the trees disturb the birds, and the sky is already orange and purple. It is about the time when the moon rises and the sun is hidden. The traffic on the street also increases. The evening rush hour in the city is coming .

"An'an, you really found me a good job. I'm afraid my latest designs will be put on this. If you hadn't negotiated the contract and made a joint name with my Hanfu shop... I don't want to be called Starving to death!"

Sheng Xia was reading again, and An Ji knew that the former was either tired of sitting, or just wanted to eat something delicious, so he looked up at his watch, feeling sorry for himself: "Tell me, where are you going to eat, ask Ning Yunfan to treat you! "

"Hmm..." With her wrist on her cheek, Sheng Xia pouted naturally, "Look, you two labor exploiters, I must kill you two hard today!"

"Okay, anyway, he treats guests, if you choose a suitable place, I will be honored by you."

"Think quickly, think quickly!" My girlfriends have difficulty choosing at this time, even if they hand it over to the carousel, they will end up wasting time again and again because they have chosen a shop that they don't want to eat, and this is a rare opportunity for An Ji to remind them In midsummer.

"Well...you let me think about it, I haven't thought about it yet."

"Well, think about it slowly." Shengxia can make a decision within 10 minutes. An Ji also took this opportunity to take a break, went to the living room and poured a glass of water, leaned on the chair and took a decent sip .

"Let's eat KFC, you brought me McDonald's last meal, so I want to eat KFC."

As soon as these words came out, the water that An Ji had just held in his mouth almost spewed out: "Okay, okay."

The work at hand was already urgent, and An Ji was in a hurry to finish these tasks and go back to Hangluo Factory to continue to improve his weaving skills. The three of them simply ordered takeaway while He Yanqing hadn't returned home.

"How do I feel that as long as this set of clothes is used, Su Shi's part is gone. Wearing it back and forth just changes the color. Those painted piping and so on are not used on this great poet at all!"

Still holding the fried chicken in his right hand, Sheng Xia dared to use his little finger to point to the details on the draft, which made An Ji feel heartbroken.

Pulling out the toilet paper from the paper box at the side, An Ji started directly, grabbed his best friend's hand and wiped it again and again, until the latter was already a bit dissatisfied, An Ji threw the paper on the table beside him : "Here, wipe the oil off your hands yourself."

"It's okay, it's okay! Let me tell you, my little finger has never touched fried chicken, there is no oil!" Sheng Xia said, poking and poking his finger on the paper, "If you don't believe me, just watch it ,Really do not have."

"Okay, okay, no, no!" My best friend is sometimes like a child in front of friends, An Ji sighed helplessly, and then seriously talked about the question Sheng Xia just raised.

"What you said just now is indeed reasonable. Su Shi, who was a magistrate in Hangzhou during the Yuanyou period, would not be extravagant and wasteful. Even if ordinary people's homes can be 'huyingluoqi', I am afraid that Su Shi would also dress plainly."

The fried chicken in his hand was finally finished, Sheng Xia threw the bones into the trash can, and wiped his hands with toilet paper: "That's right, that's what I mean, so we really don't have anything else to design, the main thing is to make the details Shall I pick it up?"

"For example, this color scheme, in fact, I think it can be changed..."

I have to say that Sheng Xia's ambition is really strong. He didn't eat two bites of the fried chicken he ordered, and the whole person went to work again: "Actually, I think I have to learn from the monk's clothes in the Northern Song Dynasty. After all, there is a relationship between Su Shi and Foyin. Su Shi often went to and from Buddhist temples because of his friendship.”

"Although this is the case, don't forget that Su Shi must have felt sorry for becoming a monk for the sake of Buddha's seal in his heart. In addition, he is straightforward and free-spirited. I think it would be more suitable for him to add a little more looseness and simplicity to his clothes. Su Shi's character."

"But it's impossible for Su Shi to be too reckless in Hangzhou as the magistrate." Sheng Xia refused to accept it, and found out the reason again.

"To tell you the truth, apart from Luo Yi, I'm afraid that Su Shi at that time also had to wear bunts and other clothes that looked like ordinary servants. After all, Su Shi was less likely to wear official robes on weekdays to control floods and droughts."

An Ji and Sheng Xia insisted on their own opinions, but they didn't make a decision for a long time. They had no choice but to finalize two manuscripts, and continued to study the protagonist Li Qingzhao in the second part.

"When Li Qingzhao was here at the West Lake, her husband Zhao Mingcheng had passed away. It is not an exaggeration to say that this period of time was the darkest moment in her life. I think it should be a collision of dark main colors and exaggerated printed gold paintings to make it more beautiful. It’s good to show Li Qingzhao’s mood at that time.”

It was Sheng Xia who spoke first, without even reading the script, and directly pointed out Li Qingzhao in that historical background.

As for An Ji, she still didn't put down the script in her hand. After listening to her girlfriend's words, she only pointed out the above content to the latter: "Look here, the first part is about her terrible second marriage."

"Of course, the main body is the storyline that revolves around the poems she wrote."

"For example, we are all familiar with 'Like a Dream' and 'Slow Sound'. I think the former is very good to use the autumn fragrance green currently produced in the factory, and then the piping will not be painted, just pink and printed gold. The feeling of broken gold is very good."

"As for the latter, we don't use other colors, and we don't use other colors. Bright yellow and red are definitely not acceptable, but we can choose one between yellow and brown, such as dim yellow or turmeric or brown. I think It's all just fine."

On Li Qingzhao's costume designer, Sheng Xia and An Ji held the same opinion, and they simply followed An Ji's idea to expand: "Li Qingzhao is not poor, even if he is lonely in his later years, just relying on the original three-year prison sentence Turning into Jiutian in her body, you can see that no matter how poor she is, she will not treat herself badly."

"I think it is basic to change clothes at different times. Even if it is not continuous from day to night, Li Qingzhao's clothes should not be the same."

All four people in the room nodded——An Ji realized that his father had arrived at the door at some point, and he didn't know how long he had been discussing with Sheng Xia.

"A long beige is absolutely impossible to be a short beanie." An Jianing also came to intervene, "I learned about this in the past, and with Li Qingzhao's family background, it is absolutely impossible to wear a short beanie, and ordinary people who need weaving and embroidery to fill their household expenses like a girl, what do you think?"

"Try the question-and-answer person, but the begonia is still the same." At this time, Shengxia finally knew to read the script several times, and recited the sentence above after reading the beginning, "Just this sentence, it means that even if Li Qingzhao came to the West Lake, there would be no Northern Song Dynasty." If you live a rich life like that, you will definitely live a good life!"

The four people in the room nodded again and again. Most of the historical records about women are incomplete. Although the content on the surface is not difficult to be discovered, it is necessary to find the details from it, which is the key to making a film and television drama, and for a film and television drama. Preparing clothing requires attention.

"Hey, by the way, I remember that Anji and your Hangluo factory have not restored Hualuo now, but Chunluo already exists. Li Qingzhao's clothes, especially Song Mo, can actually use Chunluo. It is complicated and luxurious... After all, Li Qingzhao There is still a little 'competition' in her temperament."

Looking at the clothes in the closet beside An Ji, Ning Yunfan was suddenly inspired, and without thinking too much, he said directly, "This can also show that our clothes are not just horizontal and straight, they look good." Woven."

"No!" Ning Yunfan's proposal was directly rejected by An Ji, "Chunluo should be said to be from the Qing Dynasty, Song Dynasty is Hualuo, not Chunluo, and there is no jacquard mechanism. If Zhang Guan Li Dai is used, it is no different from tampering with history. "

After saying that, An Ji realized that he was unusually impatient, and hurriedly explained: "You may not know this, but I know that Aunt Zhang's daughter received it from an old man, so she did the restoration."

"It's okay, I should check."

"I can't find it. Many of the things that can be found on the Internet, including Baidu, are wrong..." Mentioning this, An Ji was rarely melancholy, "Hey, there is no way, because of these problems, many Everyone has misunderstandings, when we were doing short dramas, I popularized science, and some people argued with me for a long time!"

Ordinary people's access to these 'expert knowledge' is limited to the Internet.Therefore, once the Internet transmits false knowledge to the public, it is doomed that the public will spread this wrong answer to ten, ten, and hundreds of times, and continue to transmit it.

"Your intangible cultural heritage resources are still in the hands of a few people. Even if you make some videos, they seem to be limited to fans, or limited to this area. What a problem..."

Knowing that her best friend extracted social problems from her own words, An Ji said along the way: "Yes, more people will be misled by those marketing accounts on the Internet, and even if they want to really understand us, everyone will not If you search the national intangible cultural heritage website, you will not be able to find our Hangluo factory."

　① For the relevant history and costumes of the Song Dynasty in this chapter, refer to "The Clothes of the Song Dynasty", "History of the Song Dynasty", as well as some Baidu Encyclopedias and news reports.

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　　Digression: Whether it is intangible cultural heritage or wider traditional culture, the problems Shengxia realized in the book exist widely. From 2108 to the present, with the efforts of national policies, cultural lovers and cultural practitioners, it has achieved remarkable results. But its popularity is still a drop in the bucket (it is not ruled out that the major video accounts have interference from external forces, so as to confuse my views on the public's perception of culture.)
　　
　
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