Thousands of years

The conversation with my best friend Sheng Xia did not let An Ji realize any new design inspiration, but he remembered that his costume design for the Song Yun exhibition had not yet been handed over to the organizer of the exhibition, and the next day was the deadline.

"What are you looking for? Dad, look for it for you?" Anjia Ningfu didn't stop as soon as he got home. He walked around the living room and then the kitchen. Although he tried his best to cover up his mouth, he still couldn't hide it. His face was full of excitement.

Seeing her girl turned the house upside down, An Jianing, who couldn't wait to share something, decided to rescue the only listener in the room from the room full of clothes.

"Are you going to participate in some exhibition, and you even ironed it out specially!"

"Which one can't find? Dad will help you find it. Come on, hurry up and find something. Dad will tell you something."

Even though An Ji lowered his head, he could feel the expression of his father through several stacks of clothes.

"Well, I'm participating in the exhibition. I can't find a piece of clothing right now." An Ji guessed the possible direction of An Jianing's topic, but he didn't want to be perfunctory when he was not in the mood, so he didn't take the initiative to speak.

"Although it is not the most eye-catching piece in this set of designs, if it is missing, the overall effect will be broken."

Designs are all connected, whether it is stage design or costume design, every part of the whole is indispensable.

"Sure, do you have a design draft? I'll find it for you."

"Are you in a hurry?"

Hidden in her heart was the joy to share, An Jianing spoke much more frequently than usual, every word and every word revealed urgency everywhere.

"Dad, don't worry about it, I'll find it myself." Still not clear about his own affairs, An Ji was naturally not in the mood to respond to the joy that An Jianing wanted to share, "Dad, hurry up and see what my mother cooked , you go to eat together, leave me alone."

"I really don't need... that's fine, I'll go and see what there is to eat first, and you can call me and your mother when you need it!" Seeing that her daughter really didn't want me to get involved, An Jianing left resentfully.

Walking to the living room, looking at He Yanqing who was not far away, An Jianing opened his mouth several times, but still didn't say anything - he had been hiding the fact that he was engaged in a drama again from his wife, and now it's just the beginning The results were not enough to reassure He Yanqing.

"Don't worry about her, I've been looking for it since I came back today, and I'm not looking for anything." He Yanqing put the cooked dishes on the table, his mind was full of his own girl, and he didn't have time to question An Jianing's today. Return late.

"You let her look for it by herself. Every time I finish packing for her, if I can't find something, I will say that she can find it by herself." He Yanqing took a mouthful of food and sighed, "Don't say anything else, she, Ever since I started this art, I really can put it wherever I think of it, it’s just casual, and I can’t find it when I need it.”

"I'm going out!"

Rushed from his own bedroom to the living room, An Ji ignored his mother and father talking about him, before his mother had time to put down the dishes, she had already picked up the coat on the hook and checked the keys in her pocket.

"I put that dress in the Hangluo factory, and I have to send it tomorrow at the latest." A pair of parents looked over, and An Ji explained without raising his head while changing his shoes.

Seeing her daughter chattering so busyly, He Yanqing couldn't help frowning, and looked An Ji up and down: "It's so late, why don't you take a taxi?"

"No, Sheng Xia said she was coming to pick me up." Putting the shoehorn back on the shoe cabinet, An Ji said again, "Don't wait for me at night, it will take me a while to go back and forth, I have the key with me, you are normal Just rest."

"Is she here now?"

Before he heard what his mother said, An Ji had already leaned out of the door with half of his body, but Sheng Xia, who was waiting at the door of the building, seemed to respond to He Yanqing, flashing the car lights two or three times towards the window.

"These two children are really good. If you send them tomorrow, you can go tomorrow. You are in such a hurry now, are you afraid of danger?"

"Bah, bah, bah, nonsense..." He Yanqing muttered to himself, while An Jianing, who was sitting across from him, nodded in agreement. He didn't say anything, but stuffed his mouth with rice and chewed slowly.

Glancing at her husband, He Yanqing showed displeasure, and then sighed: "Okay, serve her some food, so that she won't come home hungry at night and order takeaway, how unhealthy is that?"

"You don't even want to go tomorrow? Just because you lost your mind that day and kept disconnecting all morning?" It was time for dinner, and there were not many cars on the road out of the city, Sheng Xia dared to tell An Ji The last two sentences.

I don’t know when it was raining and sleet outside the car window. The extremely fine snow fell on the window, and instantly melted into water droplets and gathered in one place.

An Ji, who was sitting in the co-pilot, was not surprised why Sheng Xia was able to express his thoughts in one word,
"Don't say anything else, I'm sure you'll understand that you've been busy these days..." As soon as the words of the lecture came to his lips, Sheng Xia remembered his feelings when he encountered a similar situation, and swallowed the words abruptly, "These things are not going well. It’s temporary, you can ask your uncles and aunts tomorrow what they can do.”

"I used to hear adults say that they have crossed more bridges than we have. I always didn't believe it." Sheng Xia paused deliberately, not knowing whose appetite he was trying to appease, "Although I don't believe it now, but many Talking to older people, agreeing, disagreeing, there is always something to be learned."

Driving again in midsummer, the two girlfriends soon arrived at the Hangluo factory, thanks to the key given by Aunt Zhang in An Ji's hand, there is no need to trouble the latter to come here on such a late winter night.

After opening the door, An Ji went straight to the place where the clothes were kept in his memory. Sheng Xia also found the light switch familiarly. The two best friends cooperated together, saving a lot of time.

"Sure enough, it's here." Pulling out the clothes that had been packed in plastic bags from a pile of sundries, An Ji stroked his chest, "It's a good thing they didn't get thrown away. I have piled up a lot of things that I haven't finished weaving and can't sell."

Listening to An Ji's explanation, Sheng Xia pursed her lips and wanted to laugh, but in the end she didn't laugh out loud, and took the packaged clothes from An Ji: "You should tidy up a little bit, otherwise the uncles and aunts will come tomorrow. And I thought it was a thief."

"It's okay, I'll come over tomorrow, so I won't clean it up." An Ji got out from the cloth pile, and patted the dirt on his body, "I'll clean it up tomorrow."

"You... come over tomorrow?"

"Well, I have to face what I have to face. I can't mess up my life because of these ups and downs!"

The wind blows the light at the door and rolls into the snow that turned into water the night before, making people shiver a little.

After sending the clothes, An Ji went against the scenery and entered the Hangluo factory, feeling a little hesitant and apprehensive, and didn't take the initiative to say anything.

"Have you rested?"

"Don't worry, you've made great progress."

If it wasn't for Sheng Xia's repeated promise that he wouldn't say anything to his uncles and aunts, An Ji would have wondered if Aunt Zhang had gotten some gossip and knew about her struggles these days.

"Well, come with me, let's have a good chat." Aunt Zhang knew that An Ji still couldn't let go, and led the latter to a quiet room beside her, "Come on, let me chat with you."

The oppressive feeling of sitting face to face made An Ji even more nervous, but Aunt Zhang made two cups of tea in front of each other as if she wanted An Ji to speak first, but said nothing.

"actually……"

"Ok?"

"Actually, it's just..." An Ji bit her lower lip, and at the same time she let go of her mouth, she finally made up her mind to express what she wanted to say, "I've been very confused recently, and I have too many things to do, but what? It didn't work out either."

"It was because my mind was in a mess that day, so I disconnected several times, so I wanted to escape."

Aunt Zhang was still smiling as usual, she didn't respond to An Ji's words, nor did she show any change in expression, she just let the latter continue to speak, which undoubtedly added to the pressure in An Ji's heart.

"Sometimes I just think, if I do something wrong, you'll just say I'm fine."

"Of course, I don't mean to blame my own problems on you, what I mean is..." The weather was already cold, and An Ji's hands and feet were cold because of nervousness, and his fingertips were trembling slightly.

Picking up the tea at the side, An Ji warmed his hands with the heat in it, and finally calmed down: "I always feel that I can't do it, I'm sorry for those who believe in me, obviously you can talk about me, but..."

Just like my mother could educate my father when he was unsuccessful, but my mother worked hard to support the family.

Just like the current self, who is not capable enough but still wants to do these things well at the same time, let the people around him put their confidence in him in vain, but he can't give the response he deserves.

Although Aunt Zhang didn't know about the past between An Ji's parents, she could understand An Ji's inner thoughts - An Ji was very sensitive and responsible, and she would care about everyone who cared about her.

"A gentle person is naturally worthy of being treated kindly." An Ji confided his thoughts, and he should have felt better. Then Aunt Zhang smiled and spoke, obviously not caring whether there was any ambiguity in An Ji's words The place.

"Just like you treat Hang Luo wholeheartedly, it will treat you wholeheartedly."

Seeing that An Ji's eyes were filled with water vapor, but the tea on the side was already filled with coolness, obviously it wasn't because of the steaming heat. Aunt Zhang stood up to fill up the tea, and just took this opportunity to turn her back and let the An Ji has a piece of 'own space'.

"It's not that you have no achievements, you just want to do everything the best, so you feel worthy of everyone."

"But you have to know that no one is perfect, even the uncanny workmanship of nature is not perfect, how can we be perfect in everything?"

"It's normal to have problems, and it's normal to have difficulties. How can there be a mountain without a valley?"

After taking the teacup from Aunt Zhang, An Ji stared at the teacup without saying a word, not knowing whether he wanted to see through the teacup or hide his emotions in the teacup.

In short, the tea in my mouth was a little less sweet and a little more salty. I think there was some liquid other than tea mixed in, which disturbed the original golden soup.

"You have done a good job. You can ask your uncles and aunts about such things as distracted and disconnected. We can't completely avoid it until now." I understand that An Ji thought of respect for the loom, and felt that his thoughts were crazy. Not worthy of this precipitation, Aunt Zhang picked out the contradictions in the matter and explained them to An Ji one by one.

"Ask them, will they be upset because they forgot to turn off the fire at home today, will they be upset because their children's jobs have changed?"

"Hangluo is love and reverence, but it is also life...Your love cannot be your shackles, restricting you, because of it, you are tied up, and you only dare to walk with a single eye."

Putting down the teacup in her hand, An Ji was about to say something, but Aunt Zhang stopped her again: "I know you understand, and I also know that you want to go and continue to practice weaving now, but you can't, I don't agree!"

"Ah..." An Ji didn't realize Aunt Zhang's meaning for a while, she just felt that she still needed to retreat and grind her heart, and she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

This is how people are. When they are caught in their own emotions, even if they are usually the most transparent person, they still can't listen to the comfort of others.

"Look, are you thinking too much?" Aunt Zhang smiled slyly, "Okay, what I mean is, even though I've told you so much, you're still in a mess now, why don't you put the things around you clean up."

"Look at this mess, do you want to find something convenient that you can use for design?"

People in their 60s coaxed An Ji like a child, and even the fine hair on the face was a little playful: "Pack them all up, and put the ones you don't need to the side. , Uncle firefighters like you come to see, you have to say that you are a fire hazard!"

"Yeah!" An Ji cleaned up, complaining to himself why he couldn't clean up easily at ordinary times, and now if he hadn't pasted a sticky note on it, he wouldn't know why every piece of money was left here...

"This child, the girl is a good girl, but she loves to compete with herself!" Aunt Wang stood at the door not far away, silently looking at An Ji, and sighed to Aunt Zhang who had just come out, "This kind of Hard work!"

"Yeah, this temper is good, and it's not good. The key is to work hard on yourself!"

An Ji heard it in his ears and remembered it in his heart, but how could his personality be changed just by changing it?People flock together and things are divided into groups. If uncles and aunts like Auntie Zhang and Auntie Wang in the Hangluo factory are not gentle, how can they see An Ji right?

If they hadn't worked so hard on themselves and were gentle with everything outside, how could they have persisted in Hang Luo Factory for so many years?
Gentle people should meet gentle people, and gentle people must meet gentle people.

The small puddles formed by the snow were completely blown dry by the wind until the ground was full of sunshine.This tenderness has nothing to do with feedback, it is only about warmth, only about willingness, and ultimately no regrets.

Off topic:
Today, I had a lot of communication with the inheritors and updated the name of "Jacquard Luo". The relevant content has also been revised, and all "Jacquard Luo" has been changed to "Chunluo". Note that this Chunluo and Huaxianchun are not the same thing.