Thousands of years

Chapter 134
The eye-catching turquoise made An Ji realize that his own design was out of place, and An Ji boldly used the life reality in the anonymous book, which was either lively or graceful, in his design.

Just like Xia Zhi'an's printed gold round-neck gown in the short play, and the delicate peach-pink skirt of the princess's daughter—the Song Yun culture in An Ji's eyes is not just a plain color like clear soup and little water.

Not only plain colors can set off the elegance and the "silt but not stained" by the West Lake, the Song Yun culture is as colorful as any culture.

"Is this your design?"

The visitor spoke without warning, speaking Mandarin with a Northeast accent straight to An Ji's eardrums. The latter raised his head, but he didn't expect to see a foreigner with golden brown hair and a beard in front of him.

When An Ji came back to his senses, he uttered a sentence from his nostrils in a daze, and couldn't help being extremely cautious about the purpose of the visitor: "En."

"When I was a teenager, my parents brought me to China, and I lived in the Northeast for more than ten years!" Xu Shi saw An Ji's worry, and the visitor explained it, even though there were many visitors around The tourists looked at it and didn't feel embarrassed, "I have always been interested in Chinese history. I heard that there is a clothing exhibition of the Song Dynasty here. I came here by high-speed train!"

"I didn't know until I got here that it turned out to be Song Yunzhan, not Song Dynasty. Can you tell me the difference?"

"Your design...is very special, but you were also invited to participate in the exhibition, which means that your design is not wrong." Although I have lived in China for more than ten years, I can still hear the awkwardness in the Chinese language of the visitor.

"So, this is Song Yun as you understand it? Is it different from everyone's understanding?"

Domestic recognition and international recognition are very important to An Ji. Even if the visitor is not from the industry, it is the first time that An Ji has come into contact with evaluations from people with different cultural backgrounds. If he wants to make Hang Luo known to the world, Evaluations from different regions and cultural backgrounds are very valuable.

Therefore, An Ji did not despise the other party just because he was a foreigner: "Song Yun's elegance is not limited to elegance, it can also be a kind of nobility."

"Song Yun's elegance is not only in line with today's era, but the vigorous vigor and vitality is the millennium inheritance that Song Yun has left for today's people."

The visitor nodded half-understood, but still praised sincerely: "Chinese culture is extensive and profound, it's amazing, it's amazing!"

An Ji smiled, but did not deny what the visitor said.As an ancient civilization with never-ending history and culture, China has created legends one after another no matter which dynasty or society it is ruled by.

Song Yun culture is a bright star in the long river of history. Even today, it can still bloom its brilliance, and it can fully bear the word "great".

Or stop to admire, or take a group photo, the tourists who come and go have noticed An Ji like the foreigner just now, and some have frowned and left in a hurry with puzzlement.

Although he wanted the visitors to understand the Song Yun culture in his heart and see the unique beauty of Hang Luo's clothing, An Ji would definitely not force the tourists to stay and listen to what he said.

"Dad, Mom, this looks so good!"

"Run slower, it's impolite to be so loud."

Near noon, Sheng Xia had already arrived near the exhibition hall, and urged An Ji to go out for dinner on his mobile phone.The exhibition hall also became empty, with no three or two people left.

The childish voices of the two little girls rang out one after another. Although they were not harsh, they echoed in the empty exhibition hall.

"Go slowly." The mother followed behind, patted her sister on the shoulder, and looked at her sister not far away, "Don't run so fast, listen to your sister, it's rude to shout so loudly."

"Hmm..." My sister flattened her lips and nodded apologetically.After a while, she was as happy as usual, "But this is really beautiful, this pink dress is just like Huahua!"

Only then did my mother turn her head to look at the set of clothes placed on the model. It was emerald green and pink, red and golden. Compared with other booths in the whole exhibition, it was a bit outrageously luxurious.

"This..." Although my father didn't understand it very well, he still expressed doubts about An Ji's works, and the doubts in his eyes were not concealed at all, "Let's continue to look at the following."

Children always like bright and eye-catching ones. The two little girls stood still and refused to leave, and the father had nothing to do with them.

"Wait, this work looks like the inheritor of the short play."

The creator's identity was stated on the introduction next to the booth, and when he turned his head and saw An Ji standing aside with a "creator" sign, the mother of the two girls said to her daughter: "If you like, you can Ask your sister."

A pair of girls are still young, how can they really ask any questions?It was still led by the mother who asked a few easy-to-understand questions.

The father stood impatiently by the side, pacing in the one-meter-square floor tiles.

"An Ji!" Sheng Xia, who also couldn't wait, appeared at the entrance of the exhibition hall, opened her mouth exaggeratedly, drawing the attention of her best friend, "I'm here!"

An Ji was still busy, so he could only distract himself by stretching out his hand and waved Sheng Xia, who leaned over silently and smiled at the four people in front of him.

"Then let's go first, please..." The mothers of the two girls saw that An Ji had a friend coming, and they planned to leave after saying hello, so as not to disturb An Ji's rest.

On the other hand, the father who hadn't asked a question just now seemed to have finally choked up a question, and he said in a serious manner: "It is said that the aesthetics of the Song Dynasty is elegant and subtle. I read in the introduction that you are also an inheritor of non-heritage, so you understand better than us."

"Can this bright red color really show Song Yun?"

Hearing these thorny words, Sheng Xia knew that the person in front of him was suspicious of An Jide's incompetence, so naturally he felt uncomfortable, and even wanted to refute it.

But before the two girlfriends responded, the father of the two girls spoke again: "Knowing your identities makes many people put on a filter, what do you say, if it's wrong, The impact is not ordinary."

"Do you think An Ji's design is too 'luxury', so it's not the style that Song Yun should have?" Sheng Xia couldn't understand the father's 'worries', but she didn't want to hear her best friend being questioned, "Actually Red is not luxurious, and the gracefulness of Song Yun is not plain."

"The red and green phoenix coronets are equally elegant, and the colorful paintings on the edge of the bezel can also be complicated and golden." Sheng Xia pointed to the background board behind the display stand, on which were printed a few Song Dynasty nouns, "the poets of the graceful school also have gorgeous rhetoric, bold and unrestrained Sending poets is even more hearty, and the culture of each dynasty is full of flowers and complements each other."

Seeing that the dissatisfaction on the face of the man in front of him was gradually replaced by guilt, Sheng Xia gave An Ji a look, signaling the latter to introduce her design.

"This one is the elegant Song Yun in your understanding, right? And this one... But if I take this red set away, you will find that the green hills are not in sight, the Xihe is secluded, and the whole is like a loose sand. "

"On the other hand, if I only keep this red one and this clear lotus one, it will be delicate and seductive and lose its poise."

"They are all a part of Song Yun, just like Song Yun is a part of Chinese culture, they are never independent individuals, nor can they be summed up with just one ranking. Otherwise, why talk about their contemporary value? "

The eyes of the two girls have been fixed on the clothes, apparently attracted by the unique natural beauty of Hang Luo which is different from other man-made fabrics. An Ji noticed that and immediately opened her mouth: "You can look at this material , if children are interested, they can touch it, it’s okay.”

"Hangluo is the same. In the past, princes and nobles were the guests of rich people, but now we ordinary people can afford it. We weavers and silkworm farmers can afford to wear it."

From "a person covered in silk, not a silkworm farmer" to today's "silver silk and red silk, ordinary clothes", perhaps this is the true value of a culture of the times, perhaps this is the Hangluo and even the Song Yun culture that has been passed down for thousands of years The true embodiment of immortality.

"Well, this material is really good." If he heard An Ji and Sheng Xia's words, the man still hesitated a little stubbornly. When the vision and touch superimposed, the man looked at his wife and mentioned his old man for no reason, "I remember Mom had a I touched it once when I was a child many years ago, it was soft, but it looked crisp."

"After moving, I don't know if it was sold or stolen. I never saw my mother wear it again, and I have never seen this material. It turned out to be Hang Luo."

Hearing this, Sheng Xia raised an eyebrow at An Ji, the meaning was self-evident: Alright, this time nostalgic people know what mother's treasure is in memory, and they won't look down on you anymore, and they won't look down on you anymore The value of these treasures in the eyes of the times.

The girlfriend was very excited, but An Ji didn't respond, just smiled, noncommittal.

"Where did you buy this material? Can you..." As soon as the husband said the words, he was secretly pinched by the wife who was holding back a smile, and he didn't recover for a long time.

"Ah, ah, why did I forget, you are the inheritor of intangible inheritance, so do you usually make clothes and sell them? I want to buy one for my mother to make up for the regret that she has been reluctant to wear all these years."

Sheng Xia, who had come to wait for his best friend more than half an hour ago, also started to get impatient. He took out his mobile phone, made mistakes several times in his busy schedule, and finally clicked out the WeChat QR code.

"Add me first. An'an will definitely have to come over in the afternoon. I'll take her to dinner first. If you have any questions, ask me on WeChat."

Seeing that the man's mobile phone just remembered the prompt sound of scanning code identification, Sheng Xia didn't care whether the former had applied or not, so he directly dragged An Ji to run out: "Let's go!"

"Check for yourself what time it is, and it's 5 o'clock in 01 minutes. In the afternoon, the exhibition in the afternoon will start at 30:[-]. Are you sure you won't be late, will you lose your stomach or your life? "Sheng Xia made gestures, and exaggerated ones should not be exaggerated, as if An Ji could disappear from the world after a meal of hunger.

"Okay, do you have something to tell me?"

"An'an in our family is still smart, but don't worry... Let's eat first, and I will accompany you in the afternoon, and chat with you when no one is around, and then I will talk to you in detail at night."

The two best friends have been buried by work recently, and it is rare to get together to rest. No amount of love can eliminate fatigue. A fast meal made them feel different happiness.

"Hey, wait, that tourist contacted me just now." While drinking a drink, the screen of Sheng Xia's phone lit up, and his oily hands casually touched a couple of paper towels before grabbing the phone.

"Here, look, tell me that I was very sorry just now. He had a bad attitude at the beginning. He didn't understand himself, so he doubted how you entered the exhibition, for fear of spoiling their children."

Sheng Xia turned the phone to an angle where both of them had to stretch their necks to see it, euphemistically calling it 'fair and reasonable', and then read the words on the phone to An Ji: "After listening to what you said, I understand , and now I want to buy a dress for my mother."

"So, in fact, what he said is right. People have a filter for non-heritage inheritors. If we make fakes and spread some wrong knowledge, the impact will probably be earth-shaking."

After seeing the other party's apology and sincere offer for sale, An Ji was not overly happy with the arrival of a new order, but instead summed it up in this sentence.

"Hmm... But in fact, if you talk now, unless you really understand the intangible cultural heritage, few people can accurately find you."

Sheng Xia had already discovered this problem when An Ji first started working on a short video account, and it wasn't until this period of time that she followed the research of the sister of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference that Sheng Xia was more sure about this matter.

Now, facing her best friend, Sheng Xia unabashedly tore the facts to An Ji: "If you hadn't made that skit and got out of the circle, I'm afraid everyone would have to go to that fake shop to understand Hang Luo first."

"Look at the ones you posted at the beginning. There is almost no traffic, a few likes, and dozens of views. Even if you buy heated distributions, there are not many conversions."

Flipping through the screenshots on the phone, because it was too long ago, Sheng Xia didn't find the record of the counterfeit shop before it was reported and banned, so she simply put down the phone and continued talking to An Ji.

"On the contrary, it is their drainage words, such as words that no one in the country buys, that make people interact..."

The phone alarm rang, and Sheng Xia, who was interrupted halfway through the conversation, sighed again and again: "Let's go first, I'll talk to you after you finish your work at night."

Looking at it from the front, the booth is full of the color of "green hills collide with red sun, black clouds make peach spring".If you get closer, you can see the wind lotus one by one covered with emerald green, with golden dots dotted with small hills, very delicate and elegant.

There were not many tourists in the afternoon, most of them left in a hurry after taking photos and reading the introduction. It lasted for three hours until the exhibition hall closed, and no one noticed An Ji sitting in the corner.

As for Midsummer, I wanted to go home with An Ji and talk in detail about the problems I had encountered in the past two days, but who would have thought that I would be called away by a phone call on the way, so I could only make an appointment with An Ji another day.

The way home was not far away, so An Ji simply went to the side of the road to ride a bicycle.More than [-] people were bustling on the Gongchen Bridge, and small plastic kites were flying in the hands of children.

"It's sold there, I just bought it there."

An Ji's gaze only lingered for a moment longer, and the kind child pointed the way.

The sudden kindness made An Ji a little flustered, and the voice of thanking with a smile was a little softer, and it was even more inaudible under the disturbance of the cleansing river, but the child's smile was better than the wrinkled gold and silver threads on the river A little bit more brilliant.

(End of this chapter)