Indecent and affectionate

Chapter 37

After Teacher Yuan made the phone call, Mother Yu filled the table with tea, and heard someone say, "Muran is here."

Everyone looked towards the courtyard one after another. In Bo Xili, a man in a black down jacket was approaching.

Yu Zhile had heard of him earlier, Principal Yuan's son, Yuan Muran.Highly educated, good job, a young talent in a hundred in the eyes of middle-aged and elderly women in the town, the first choice of a good son-in-law.

As others have said, Yuan Muran looks very upright, yes, very upright, with a well-trimmed crew cut, a straight nose, a resolute jaw line, and a pair of framed glasses that add a bit of a scholarly look to him.

As soon as he entered the door, without waiting for his father's instructions, he skillfully called a circle of elders. Everyone was smiling when they heard it. Who doesn't like polite children.

In the end, his gaze was fixed on Zhile. The young woman sat among a group of old men, looking out of place, like a half-bloomed white jasmine plant growing out of a rotten tree.

Yu's mother poured another bowl of water and brought him a stool to sit down beside Teacher Yuan.

After thanking him, Yuan Muran cut to the chase and asked, "Dad, what do you want from me?"

Teacher Yuan explained his intention: "I want to inquire with you about applying for intangible cultural heritage."

Yuan Muran was slightly surprised: "Who wants to apply for World Heritage?"

Teacher Yuan replied: "The details haven't been decided yet, I want to ask about the process first."

Yuan Muran nodded: "Applying for the World Heritage Site is not an easy matter, it requires a lot of materials, the process is relatively long, and the result may not be successful."

Teacher Yuan laughed: "We can guess the complexity, otherwise why would you come here?" He turned to Yu Zhile's direction: "You know, since our Chen Fang is going to be demolished, we will fight for it, and we want to get the old ancestor Let’s keep the things that belong to us, no! Xiao Le made a suggestion, which is to apply for world heritage, what is cultural heritage, something protected by the state, with this confidence, others dare to move it casually?”

Yuan Muran glanced at Yu Zhile: "Let me put it simply, if you want to apply for a national intangible cultural heritage, you must first decide on something with local characteristics. This thing can be folklore stories, traditional music, dance, drama, Quyi, fine arts, crafts, medicine, etc. are all available. But it must be unique, have historical thickness and origins, and be of high quality. The longer it is passed down, the easier it may be to pass, and the materials and applications we submit must first Experts in the city have reviewed and evaluated them, and if they think they meet the standards, they will submit them to the Ministry of Culture of the People’s Republic of China, and then the jury there will review and identify them. The last batch, which is the fourth batch of intangible cultural heritage, has more than 1000 declarations. In the end, less than 300 passed."

He thinks everyone takes everything too lightly.

"So low?" Mayor Xu clicked his tongue.

"Yes, especially in recent years when the application for World Heritage Sites is hot, the selection and identification will become more stringent." Yuan Muran looked at his father and continued, "Dad, you said it was to prevent demolition, but the things I mentioned above are all very serious. Material, I don’t know if you can understand it, intangible cultural heritage is an intangible wealth, of course it’s a good thing to apply, because once it enters the national list, this place will be famous. But the state protects skills, not skills The location. Many places have disappeared, but the technology is still passed down from generation to generation, that’s why.”

Yu Zhile took a sip of tea, and raised an objection: "Why hasn't the lane in Shanghai been demolished?"

Yuan Muran looked back: "The Shanghai Shikumen construction skills you mentioned are indeed national intangible cultural heritage, but some places are still demolished."

Speaking of this, the young man looked at the gate from a distance: "Our alley in Chenfang is similar to that one. If there is a precedent, it will be difficult for the ones behind to stand out."

Yu Zhile retorted: "The two styles are not the same. Didn't Shanghai alleys first borrow from Beijing courtyards?"

Yuan Muran replied: "But the alleys in Shanghai are very distinctive. During the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom period, they were built by foreigners in their own concessions for the rich people from Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai to take refuge. Intense and representative, it is the epitome of old Shanghai."

He stated his point of view in an orderly manner: "Like the Hakka Tulou architecture, which is also one of the intangible cultural heritage, we know it is a Hakka Tulou at a glance. If Chen Fang wants to apply for World Heritage in terms of architectural skills, he must come up with something different and hit the nail on the head. things come."

The houses were built by the older generation, and Yu Zhile knew little about it.

The old man present was also lost in thought, trying his best to find something ingenious.

The purpose of building a house at the beginning was very simple and pure, to live and work in peace and contentment, who would pay attention to the special secrets in it.

In the quiet space, Yuan Muran took out his mobile phone, looked at it with frowned eyebrows, and handed it to Yu Zhile.

Yu Zhile was taken aback for a moment, and took it.

There are several intangible cultural heritage items related to traditional residential buildings, including traditional Huizhou residential building techniques, Sichuan Danba ancient carving and stone masonry techniques, Yanmen folk houses, pit courtyards...etc...

After browsing through a few pictures, it is indeed very local with different styles.

Yu Zhile returned the phone and broke the silence: "You mean, this method won't work?"

Yuan Muran shook his head slightly: "No, as a cultural worker, of course I also uphold the positive attitude of protecting traditional culture, but I must explain the following two situations——"

"First, the application for World Heritage must be based on the premise that the project given is of high quality, otherwise it will be useless and wasteful."

"Second, even if the application for world heritage is successful, Chen Fang will not be able to be preserved [-]%. Take the Shanghai alleys you have been talking about as an example. As I said before, some of them cannot escape the fate of being demolished, and most of the rest It has developed into a small commercial street and homestay.”

"The value of the part that has not been demolished, except that it does have characteristics, and because its characteristics bring commercial value, it can survive."

"Why are applying for world heritage all over the country now? In the final analysis, it is to make money and drive the local tourism industry. Everyone is looking for something new, and loves to spend money on things they have never seen before."

Teacher Yuan frowned: "Then you are saying that, no matter what, even if the application for world heritage is successful, our Chen Fang must be commercialized in order to survive?"

Yuan Muran took a sip of tea: "That's what it means. History has proved that there are usually no good results if you stay in a closed country. China only really developed after the reform and opening up."

"Then our taste has changed!" The old man sitting diagonally across from him shouted.

"It doesn't change." Yuan Muran pushed his glasses: "It's not that important. The change of taste you think doesn't mean humiliation."

Yu Zhile was silent, she thought, she understood the meaning of Yuan Muran's words.

No matter how strong feelings and humanities a place carries, interests still rule the world.In the past ten years, why did the city government want to ban Chenfang time and time again, because in the eyes of outsiders, it is a dragging tail.

Culture needs an economic foundation, and culture itself serves the economy. This is a truth that high school students can understand in a single class.

Seemingly aware of everyone's discouragement, Yuan Muran clapped his hands, "I don't want to see my hometown being demolished, so I am willing to work hard for it. How about this, tonight I will sort out the content of the application materials needed for my dad, and you will be in charge of discussing them." Find out what characteristic traditional cultural items Chenfang has, and judge them according to the types I mentioned before, and give me an answer tomorrow morning, and I will select and eliminate them one by one, and pick out the ones with higher quality, which are expensive and not expensive. Before that, we tried to complete all the necessary documents and materials, including shooting some video materials, and I will hand them over to the Municipal Cultural Bureau as soon as I go to work next year."

He paused for a moment under the gradually bright eyes of everyone: "If it is really difficult to apply for the national intangible cultural heritage, we will settle for the next best thing. Applying for the provincial level is also an opportunity. After all, I work in the provincial department, right?"

At this moment, Mayor Xu also slowly straightened his body, and issued a final call: "No matter what the result is, we will do our best, and we will not be ashamed of ourselves, and we will not be sorry for this place!"

The next day, Yu Zhile went back to the rental house in Ning City to pick up the camera from her own rental house.A mini SLR, I bought it from the Internet the summer before last, but I haven't had much chance to travel.

Yesterday everyone stayed at her house until nine o'clock before going back, and had a simple meal for dinner on the way.At present, everyone has lost their idle holiday mood.

Xu Zhen's group is already in full swing to contact the craftsmen in the town. Maybe in two days, the camera will come in handy.

Before going to bed last night, she and Jing Sheng didn't have a chat, the boy sent a video invitation from WeChat.

Yu Zhile: = =
Yu Zhile refused: I'm already lying on the bed.

Jing Sheng: It's like I've never seen you lying in bed.

Finished playing the video again.

Yu Zhile thought there was nothing awkward about it, so she agreed.

I don't want to open the video, and there is a..."wolf face" opposite.

Yu Zhile: ...

Over there, I first laughed hahahaha: "Did it scare you?"

Yu Zhile took a closer look, and it turned out that the dude was wearing a mask: "No, are you addicted to pretending to be a dog?"

Jing Sheng clicked his tongue: "You see clearly, this is a wolf, a very ferocious wolf, a pervert who covets you, aww—"

Yu Zhile heard other male voices teasing: "Bitch barks louder than you."

Jing Sheng: "Get out!"

Jing Sheng pushed up the mask, revealing a handsome and coquettish face: "Are you at home?"

Yu Zhile replied: "Yes."

Jing Sheng pursed his lips, and explained his whereabouts: "I was outside and was dragged out by a group of mentally handicapped people to play board games."

He quickly rubbed the hair on the back of his head: "I'm so sick of it! If you want to play with me, my head is filled with you, it's like on the subway, I can't even move my brain, and I still have to be Forced to play this intellectual game."

"My mother—"

Next to him, his friend made a fake vomiting BGM.

The camera shakes a lot, and Jing Sheng seems to kick him: "If you are pregnant, go out and vomit, don't pollute our eyes."

"Shengzi, show your fucking love and don't use us innocent people as backs!" Someone yelled across the table.

Jing Sheng raised his head and stared back: "You're a chicken feather, you are my background board."

From Yu Zhile's side, he saw his arrogant little chin, which was a little cute. She couldn't help but bend the corners of her mouth, and went to get the charger beside the bed: "You should have fun."

"No," Jing Sheng propped his chin up with one hand, his gaze suddenly became calm and deep: "Put your face straight and face me, let me take a good look."

"Who the hell!" He moved a hairy head in front of him: "Let me see too."

The phone screen seemed to be firmly blocked by a palm, which also affected the picture on Yu Zhile's side: "No! Wishful thinking!"

——Like a brat who holds his beloved candy tightly in his palm and refuses to let anyone break his fingers.

"You fucking don't let us see what video you drive with people, you go home and drive."

"I'll go home now."

"Flax fell—" Someone asked to stay: "It's fun when there are many people."

"Then don't look at it."

"I saw it just now."

"... what did you see?"

"What else can you see, you woman."

"How dare you look at it?"

"I've seen it all."

"Is it pretty?" Another person was curious.

"It seems pretty."

"Pretty? The world's top beauty, ok?" Jing Sheng said in a natural voice.

"Alas……"

Yu Zhile: ...

Friends of childish ghosts are also... a group of childish ghosts.

After playing like this for a while, Jing Sheng corrected his appearance and returned to the camera.

He sincerely and seriously apologized: "I'm sorry, just because of my girlfriend's beauty caused some riots and turmoil, I hope I didn't bring you any bad influence, and I also sincerely ask for your forgiveness."

After finishing speaking, he still frowned slightly, staring at the camera very seriously and intently.

Unable to bear it, Yu Zhile opened his eyes: "Okay, let's hang up."

There was a woman's charming voice: "Mr. Jing, do you still want to play?"

"Wait a minute," Jing Sheng waved his hand impatiently: "Why are you in a hurry, I didn't see that I was busy, so don't disturb us."

Looking back again, he regained his flattering smile: "Did you forgive me?"

"Forgive, forgive," Yu Zhile couldn't help but sighed inwardly, and glanced at the small battery icon on the top right of the phone that was about to bottom out: "I'm almost out of battery."

"Okay, while I'm still in human form and so handsome, look at me a few more times."

"..."

Persuasion and coaxing, procrastination and procrastination, plus the unbearable anger of the friends around me.The young man finally reluctantly put back the werewolf mask and turned off the video.

Yu Zhile couldn't help laughing as soon as he recalled the scene from last night.

She didn't know where Jing Sheng got so much vigor and spirit. He clearly possessed the wealth and status of the most distinguished, but he always maintained a clear heart.

He was amazing and she was lucky too.

At noon, Jing Sheng asked her out again, saying that they would have dinner together.

Yu Zhile happily went.

She put on a black backpack and rode a motorcycle to her destination.

Jing Sheng was already waiting for her at the door, Yu Zhile forgot to wear gloves, his hands were freezing and dry from the wind, and his thumb joints seemed to be chapped.

When walking towards the man, she casually took out a tube of hand cream from her pocket and unscrewed it.

Jing Sheng saw her, and couldn't wait to lean over here. When he stopped in front of her, Yu Zhile happened to squeeze a little on the back of his hand.

Noticing her movement, Jing Sheng was stunned for a moment: "You still put on hand cream?"

"..." These words made the woman stop, she didn't wipe it away in a hurry, she turned to look up at him: "Why can't I wipe it off?"

Jing Sheng realized that his reaction was a bit exaggerated, and he reacted quickly: "What kind of hand cream do you need for such beautiful hands?"

Yu Zhile: "..."

"Why don't you give it to me, I have chilblain." The man said with a smile, while holding her hand, the other followed closely, rubbing it, rubbing it for her carefully.

Don't let go when you're done.

Yu Zhile took a careful look at his hands on purpose. The joints were clear, white and clean, and there was no sign of red sores.

"Why do you have chilblains?" she asked.

"Prevention before it happens," he replied.

Before the woman had an attack, Jing Sheng immediately clasped her hand, holding her fingers together again. He purposely and tentatively tugged twice with little force, and said in confusion, "Yu Zhile, take a quick look at your hand." Did you make a mistake, you didn't put on hand cream, did you?"

Yu Zhile lowered his eyes: "What is that?"

"It's glue," the bastard smiled triumphantly again, "I can't let it go."

Yu Zhile wanted to say something again, but his other hand was already wrapped around her hand tightly: "Your hand is so cold, let me cover it quickly."

"Aren't you worried about the glue?" Yu Zhile snorted coldly: "Aren't you afraid that your hands will be glued and you won't be able to eat?"

Hearing this, Jing Sheng suddenly took her hand and kissed it on her lips, "Then put your mouth on it too, so you don't have to eat."

Yu Zhile yanked back her hand: "You might as well stop talking."

This action is purely redundant, because it was held back in seconds.It's just that the man stopped his mouth obediently, but the corners of his lips rose sharply.

His big black and bright eyes stared straight at her, and his smile was as foul as ever, quite foul, with a clear sense of clarity and melting ice and snow, which made people unable to wipe out any thunder and lightning that wanted to hit back.

(End of this chapter)