Thousands of years

One draft after another was scrapped, and even the best creators still have a bottleneck period. An Ji is now stuck in the condition needed for quantitative change to produce qualitative change.

The consequence of not being able to move forward and stagnate in the same place is that An Ji can't bear to look at any of his current design works, and throws aside the waste drafts one by one.

On the table, on the floor, and on the bed, An Ji couldn't help feeling a little irritable when crumpled up waste paper——crumpled up another piece of paper in his hand, An Ji sighed, and put it away expressionlessly.

The uneven folds were like An Ji's chaotic heart. Looking at the drafts that were piled up more than half a meter high, An Ji patted hard, trying to flatten the gaps in them. After a long time, it was still in vain.

The twinkling stars seem to be clamoring, clamoring that the night is getting dark, clamoring that An Ji is incompetent...

Click, click, bang..."

"Click, click..."

"Ah, that's bad." An Ji put the shuttle in his hand aside, frowned and twisted his hands together, "What's wrong today, I did something wrong again."

There was no inspiration in the design, and even Zhiluo made mistakes repeatedly. In less than an hour, the thread was broken three or five times.An Ji's mind was in a state of confusion, he could not even count how many times the silk thread was broken, and he couldn't figure out what was going on in his heart.

Unconsciously, An Ji didn't bother her master, Aunt Zhang, but said to herself silently over and over in her heart: Don't be distracted. If you make a mistake in the matter, wouldn't it be impossible to deal with it forever?

"Click, boom!"

"Click, click..."

The sound of "rumbling" in the Hangluo factory was still going on rhythmically. An Ji's distraction for a moment was not noticed, but it put a lot of pressure on An Ji himself, fearing that there would be something wrong, even weaving If you can't do well, you will really accomplish nothing.

"Oh!"

As the silk thread broke again, An Ji's psychology inevitably collapsed: "Hiss, ah!"

To be honest, although An Jia has always lived an ordinary life because of An Jianing's pursuit of dreams, An Ji, who has been living in the love of her parents, has never encountered any insurmountable ups and downs in the past twenty years.

It is not that An Ji has encountered a bottleneck period in school, but at that time, An Ji could not only see the classmates around him who also worked hard to overcome it, but also did not have such a great pressure now-the design is not innovative, the weaving is not good, and then Coupled with the lingering entanglement in his heart, An Ji couldn't help but wonder whether he was "worthy".

"What's the matter, girl? I've seen you sitting for a long time. If there is anything I can do for you, Aunt Wang, please don't be polite to me, Aunt Wang!" After receiving the water, Aunt Wang saw An Ji staring blankly as soon as she came back. Staring blankly at the loom in front of him, "Is there something you can't figure out? Tell Aunt Wang and see if I can explain it to you!"

Aunt Wang is really too enthusiastic, but it is not appropriate for An Ji to respond now. For a while, she didn't know how to respond to Aunt Wang's concern: "I'm fine, don't worry, Aunt Wang, you can do your work first, and I'll come to you later if I have something to do." ask."

Seeing that An Ji really didn't seem to be in any serious trouble, Aunt Wang felt relieved, and after exhorting An Ji a few words, she walked to her work station, picked up the shuttle soaked in the water again, and let the rest The reader shows Luo as his own face in the world during the back and forth.

"Huh... I hope there will be no more problems!"

Bamboo, gold, purple, green; peony, red, ink, blue, pink; lotus, double petal, single petal, freehand, fine brushwork...

His mind was filled with the design drawings he hadn't finished yesterday, An Ji shook his head violently, trying to clear out all the messy content in his mind.

Hangluo weaving is inheritance, and fashion design is innovation. Both are the focus of An Ji's current work. If it is normal, An Ji will definitely put the design aside. After all, the inheritance in front of him is the foundation.

Besides, cooperating with Shengxia is nothing more than making less money for both of them, but now they have signed a contract with the crew, and if they fail to pay it when the time comes, the compensation for breach of contract will be light.

The human mind is like this, the more you can’t think about something, the more it will keep spinning in your mind until you can’t do anything well.Even if it is planning, it is impossible to prioritize the two things that are indistinguishable from one another.

'Find out the relatively important thing and do it first. 'It's often the 'good words' put forward by outsiders, but not everything can be compared with others—just like what many people encountered when they were students, the current week is the final exam, and now it is three days later. When preparing for a sports competition, how can you tell who goes first?
An Ji is like this, the two things have a common purpose, but they are not well compatible.I wanted to separate out the main and the minor, and solve them in order, but this not only didn't help, but also added to the worry, making An Ji unable to do anything well.

"What's the matter, An Ji, are you still not feeling well?"

"You shook your head for a long time. Is it cold and your cervical spine is bad?" Aunt Wang's greetings were like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely covering An Ji's body, "If you are not feeling well, take a good rest. I'll go and talk to your Aunt Zhang, can't you go home and rest for a few days?"

"Didn't you want to collaborate with your boyfriend Uncle Ning Yunfan recently? Even if you are young, having a healthy body is the capital. If you continue like this, you will burn yourself out!"

The unabashed concern and care from uncles and aunts, the close-to-doting consolation when I made mistakes, the knots my mother let go of in order to pursue my dreams, and Uncle Ning Yunfan’s reckless comments gave me a chance...

An Ji feels more and more that he is doing nothing now, and he is really sorry for anyone.But self-blame can't change anything at all, the more An Ji blamed himself, the less he dared to show it on the face, the more chaotic his heart became.

"I'm fine, Aunt Wang, you don't have to worry about me." Swallowing the bitterness in her heart, An Ji tried to bring up a smile, "I'm fine, I just didn't do a good job."

Confiding his 'mistakes', An Ji didn't know whether his heart was full of grievances or self-deprecating incompetence, his eyes turned red, only because the person in front of him was someone he trusted, so he dared to express his thoughts Come out half a minute.

Seeing the girl in front of her hide the tears that were about to fall, Aunt Wang knew that the former must have something unspeakable on her mind, she immediately stopped her movements, stood up and said without a doubt: "No, I'll go and talk to your Auntie Zhang, she loves you more than me!"

The farce finally developed to a stable stage: Aunt Zhang was called over by Aunt Wang, and An Ji was "forced to take a vacation" by Aunt Zhang.

On the day of the green bamboo climbing and the golden bamboo competition day, An Ji rode his bicycle, and his heart, which had finally calmed down, was picked up again by the bamboo on the street.

An Ji, who turned his head away and refused to look at anything, was forced to see the purple bamboo forest not far away from the Buddhist temple halfway up the mountain. In the end, he just wanted to find a place where no one was around and cry aloud. The exhaustion that has been accumulated for a while is released.

But An Ji didn't do this after all, not to mention that he is now considered a half-public figure, if he is photographed by someone who cares, he might be given a title.

"The post-90s district-level non-inheritance inheritors cried bitterly in a place where no one was around, or because of..."

"In front of the camera, she is glamorous, but behind the camera, she is a bicycle with tears on her face. What has the status of the inheritor of intangible inheritance brought her?"

The short dramas on the short video platform can become popular because of "one spread ten, ten spread a hundred", and when they were impersonated and discredited, they also attracted ten times and a hundred times of scolding. It is the same now. An Ji knows that it must not be because of his own Cowardice is caught by others as an excuse to slander intangible cultural heritage.

Back home in a daze, An Ji wanted to collapse on the bed, but before his body got on the mattress, An Ji suddenly sat up again...

"What's the matter with you, you came back so early today?" An Ji didn't report his situation to He Yanqing all the way, so since He Yanqing came home from An Ji, he followed behind him step by step, sitting and stopping the latter I saw the whole process of my behavior.

Surprised that she hadn't noticed her mother following behind her all the time, An Ji really realized how messed up her mind had been in the past two days. After a long sigh, she explained: "This is not a comparison of design drawings. Are you in a hurry, the uncles and aunts also want me to get it done first, so as not to be too late."

"Then you don't have to be so anxious, do you? You don't care about weaving? Can't your creativity come from above?"

Mother He Yanqing's three rhetorical questions in a row actually focused on the key points. An Ji is clear about this, but as the saying goes, "the authorities are obsessed with the bystanders, and the bystanders are clear." Even if An Ji can understand her mother's meaning now, it does not mean that An Ji can. Find a way out by yourself.

"Okay, I don't care about you anymore, I can't care about you either!"

"Since you come back to do design, you should hurry up to paint and finish it quickly... After all, you now regard Hangluo as your main business. You can't say that you will do nothing for a month or two for such a cooperation."

"Close the door for me." Knowing that her mother should have finished speaking, An Ji didn't respond directly, "I won't eat lunch, I don't really want to eat it, so don't make it mine."

"Okay, tell me when you're hungry, I don't know what your dad is doing, I haven't seen anyone all morning..."

She still can't think clearly about her own affairs. At this moment, An Ji is in no mood to think about whether her mother has an idea in her heart, and wants to get some words from her again.

The papers on the table had been piled up to the same level as the window sill not far away, but An Ji understood: he seemed to be working very hard now, drawing one after another, but it was useless.

In addition to wasting paper and breaking two pencils because of emotions, I am afraid that An Ji's achievement this night is to make Xingguang feel ashamed of his peers, and Yuehua would rather be with dark clouds. There was no comfort to be found.

Two days have passed in a flash, sleeping late, shopping, buying food, watching the scenery, people who have been busy all the time, once they are free, they will find that everything around them is better than 'work'. It is even more depressing from the bottom of my heart than doing a job I don't like.

Bored that I can’t even do what I’m good at and what I’m passionate about, isn’t it because I can’t do anything well; I’m depressed that my “niche choice” is just an excuse for not being able to do public work well; Life, did not do a good job.

An Ji suddenly understood the emotions Sheng Xia sometimes confides to herself.When Midsummer runs a Hanfu shop by himself, he needs to design by himself, finds a factory to find a wall, encounters malicious comments, and has a headache, how can he choose between postage and insurance? It should be the same state of mind as he is now, right?
"What's the matter with you An'an, I heard from my aunt that you have been absent-minded these days. What's the matter? Did something happen to Hangluo factory? See what I can do for you!"

Midsummer who suddenly appeared next to An Ji got straight to the point, and did not exchange any unnecessary greetings with An Ji: "Are you

Isn't it because I'm too tired recently and my mind is messed up, An An? "

Looking up at the surrounding environment, An Ji couldn't laugh or cry.But it turns out that my body is more familiar with these two roads than myself. In the past two days, I have either walked halfway to the Hangluo factory, or like today, I walked directly to the vicinity of the Midsummer West Lake Hanfu shop.

"I saw you and that ghost wandering around my door yesterday afternoon. I thought you were trying to surprise me? I didn't expect you to look up at the plaque and laugh at me? After laughing, you speeded up. Let's go, I said why are you so strange?"

"Then I sent your mom a WeChat message last night, and she also said that something was wrong with you." Sheng Xia was not actually angry at An Ji for 'passing through the store three times without entering', "Tell me about you, An Ji, you are such an adult... Why don't you know what's on your mind and tell us directly!"

"I usually go to you when I can't think about it? You are doing well now, you don't think of me and your mother as people who can talk!"

"Oh, my little ancestor An An, you finally laughed!" Sheng Xia didn't expect that he had already tried his best, and it took him a long time to make An Ji laugh, "You, you, no wonder Aunt He has been laughing all the time!" Don't trust you!"

Curling her lips, An Ji also knew that she had fallen into a strange circle these days.

If it is his own business, An Ji may only have joy and disappointment whether he succeeds or not.But whether it is Hang Luo or the costume design for the screening ceremony, neither of them is my own business.

The trust, encouragement and comfort from the people around her made An Ji feel like a child who made a mistake every time she was unsuccessful, being tolerated in everything.

But An Ji is almost thirty, and An Ji has a strong sense of responsibility, she would rather get the criticism she deserved for her immaturity and mistakes.

"I understand how you feel. You feel guilty and feel sorry for everyone, don't you?"

"I had this kind of thing when I was in high school. At that time, I was doing activities for the school, and sometimes there were some small negligence..."

Half of winter has passed, and spring is approaching, but this time is the coldest time of the year, and the wind blows through the hair, which makes people shiver.

Sheng Xia was still telling An Ji about her experience, facing the wind, she didn't know if she would have a stomachache at night.