Chapter 51 Practical Cultural Relics

"Seeing this painting appear here, you only thought of signing it?" Nie Guangyi felt a little unbelievable.

Meng Xinzhi was stunned for a moment when asked, and suddenly said: "Of course, I also want to thank you for helping me preserve this painting until now."

"What else?" Nie Guangyi was even more surprised.

"What else?" Meng Xinzhi really couldn't think of anything.

"Don't you think that your painting is somehow related to the conceptual building I designed?"

"Of course not."

"Ah?" Nie Guangyi was surprised: "Why?"

"This is the first picture I drew. I was still young at that time. First of all, I couldn't draw, and secondly, I was still not sure what the modern architecture in my dream looked like."

"Are you not sure yourself?"

"Yes, this building in my dream is a process from blur to clarity." Meng Xinzhi explained: "If you picked up the one at the back, I would have to think about it."

"Do you really think so?"

"That's right. Who can figure out what this kind of child's graffiti is? My parents couldn't understand it after watching it for several years."

"What if I say I can understand?"

"That only means that the meaning of Aurora is clearer in your mind than mine. Did you already have the original design when you picked it up? Could it be that I saw your design before it appeared in your dream?

A building like that.”

Meng Xinzhi also wants to find the source of dreams.

Nie Guangyi once again sighed - [Why does this girl always make people feel comfortable when she talks?]

At this point, the topic has once again entered an unsolvable cycle.

The girl didn't care, but Nie Guangyi himself had no choice but to feel so at ease.

【What should I say to the girl?】

【What can I do for the girl?】

Without realizing it, some subtle changes took place in Young Master Guangyi's psychology.

…

"When Da Tou was a child, he often went to Changqiao Village."

Professor Nie and Nie Guangyi chatted on the phone: "Dad has never been there."

"Why don't you go? Are Grandpa Nie and Grandma Nie not letting you go?"

"No, it's your Grandpa Qiu and Grandma Qiu who don't let me. When your Grandpa Nie and Grandma Nie were still here, they didn't recognize my little son. But they either really thought Dad was ominous, or you know Dad's

I mean..."

"Understand a little bit."

"My son said he understands it a little bit, which is what ordinary people think of with a score of 101 points."

"What's the full score?" Nie Guangyi asked.

"Perfect score of one hundred."

"That's okay. Professor Nie still has a relatively basic understanding of your son." Nie Guangyi changed the topic: "Do you want Professor Nie to tell your son about Wan'an Bridge? You don't have to wait until I have time to go back.

I don’t even know where to start.”

Wan'an Bridge was originally an insurmountable "natural chasm" that spanned the hearts of father and son, but now it has become the best communication bridge.

Unconsciously, Nie Guangyi's entire aura changed.

To Meng Xinzhi, to Professor Nie, and even to every employee of the firm.

"What do you want to hear? Application for World Heritage or skills?" Nie Tianqin asked.

"I want to hear it. I'm fine at the moment. The employees are still sleeping."

"Sleeping at the company?"

"Yes, there is a special place for them to sleep."

"Then you are acting like a capitalist!"

"Professor Nie Tianqin, what are you saying? The place where they sleep is better than where I live?"

"Really? Then I haven't seen it and I have no say." Nie Tianqin wanted to come over.

The fourteen-year absence of companionship between him and his son is definitely an irreparable regret for an old man like Nie Tianqin, who was born in 1952.

When a child comes to old age, who doesn’t pamper him and pamper him?

However, he personally forced his son away, in a way that directly destroyed his son's dream.

Nie Tianqin has retired for many years.

Because there was no successor to the traditional wooden arch bridge construction skills, and because I felt too lonely after too much free time, I accepted the re-employment from the school and has been working until now.

He had already figured it out.

As long as Nie Guangyi's understanding can be obtained, from now on, he will be wherever his son is.

He used to be very concerned about reputation and didn't want his academic resume to have any flaws.

Even if others don't think so, he can't pass his own level.

This point was completely inherited from Nie Guangyi.

This time, that time.

Nie Tianqin regretted it after tampering with his son's wishes.

It has been fourteen years now.

He regrets his behavior every day.

He wanted to come out immediately to accompany Nie Guangyi and make up for it as much as possible.

I didn't expect that my son would turn around and say that he wanted to go back to be with him.

This kind of lost and recovered feelings makes Nie Tianqin feel unreal every day.

I always feel that the stone hanging in my heart must be somewhere visible and tangible before it can fall to the ground.

My son probably felt it, so he deliberately mentioned Wan'an Bridge to him as soon as he called.

"It's not convenient for you to come out right now." Nie Guangyi refused again.

"It's convenient. My father's visa has been in place for many years. When it expires, I have to renew it. I've renewed it several times."

"We are going out now, and it's hard to buy a plane ticket, so don't worry about it. I'll go back as soon as my affairs here come to an end."

Nie Guangyi was afraid that Professor Nie would insist again and again, so he simply changed the subject: "Tell me first why Wan'an Bridge was packaged and applied for World Heritage status."

"This matter begins with the traditional wooden arch bridge construction skills being included in the first batch of "Intangible Cultural Heritage List in Urgent Protection" by UNESCO."

"Well, Professor Nie will talk slowly." Nie Guangyi stood up and said, "I'm going to get a cup of coffee, sit down and listen to Professor Nie's lecture slowly."

"At that time, many places wanted to apply for a World Heritage Site for this skill."

"Two provinces and seven counties, right?" Nie Guangyi asked.

"Have you always paid attention to me?"

"No, I just saw the news about the collapse of Wan'an Bridge that day, and it seemed to be mentioned."

"Does Datou know which seven counties it is?" In addition to not being able to call students "Datou", this is how Professor Nie interacted during class.

"The news didn't mention it in detail, it just talked about northern Fujian and southern Zhejiang."

"Well, in northern Fujian there are Shouning County, Pingnan County, Zhouning County, and Nanping County in Ningde, and in southern Zhejiang there are Taishun County in Wenzhou and Qingyuan County and Jingning County in Lishui."

"There is no one place that stands out in particular, so that's why we have to submit it to the group, right?" Nie Guangyi asked again.

"Not necessarily. The Wan'an Bridge was listed as a key national cultural relic protection unit in 2006. The purpose of packaging it is to protect more wooden arcade bridges."

"That's right..." Nie Guangyi took a sip of coffee. He was considered a good student who could actively interact with the teacher.

"You often walked on these wooden arch bridges when you were a child, so you may not feel anything. In fact, wooden arch bridges built with [woven beams] or [woven wood] structures, except in Fujian and Zhejiang, look at the whole country, and even

The whole world is gone. Do you know what is the most terrifying thing?"

"what?"

"In the past half century, highways have gradually replaced wooden arch bridges. Even in northern Fujian and southern Zhejiang, at that time, there were no carpenters who could build wooden arch bridges with braided beam structures."

"But, Professor Nie, is it really necessary to protect this kind of cultural relic that is destroyed every fifty or one hundred years? If I go back now, apply what I have learned, and rebuild the Wan'an Bridge,

Is this still considered a cultural relic?”

"Of course it counts."

"But the whole bridge collapsed and burned down, and all the wood had to be replaced."
To be continued...