Chapter 72 A drop in the ocean

Zongji was originally planning to come out and ask Nie Tianqin to practice Tai Chi together.

Now that Nie Tianqin and Meng Xinzhi were here together, there was no need to go out again.

Even Meng Xinzhi asked: "Dad, where are we going to fight later?"

Zong Ji did not respond immediately, but clicked on a forest icon on the interactive panel behind the door.

With just one click of a finger, the entire room, from the floor to the walls to the ceiling, turned into a forest scene.

Not only the video image, but also the sound is integrated.

The gurgling water, the chirping of insects and the chirping of birds.

The wind blew through the leaves, some fluttering and some falling.

The air in the entire room has also changed.

Every breath you take is full of negative oxygen ions.

The smell of the forest is hard to describe.

There is no need to describe the three people in the room, because they are immersed in the scene.

Nie Tianqin was shocked and began to feel depressed.

The early morning in the forest is certainly refreshing.

His son's design also satisfied him.

Although he had never told him about his son's achievements and awards over the years, he still paid attention to them all.

Even though there was a communication barrier between father and son for fourteen years.

It doesn't affect Nie Tianqin's pride in his son.

This was originally something to be happy about, but Nie Tianqin's mood took a turn for the worse.

Zong Ji noticed something was wrong with Nie Tianqin's expression: "What's wrong, Uncle Nie?"

Zong Ji was not sure whether Nie Tianqin's current appearance was related to the forest mode, so he directly clicked on the leisure mode.

Suddenly there was a set of very designed sofas in the room.

"I don't seem to know my son very well." Nie Tianqin said, "I always ask for things from him, but never give him anything?"

Zongji knew there must be a story in it.

He didn't ask, just looked at Nie Tianqin, and as the temporary owner of this house, poured a glass of water for Nie Tianqin.

If Professor Nie wants to say something, he will seriously enlighten him. If he doesn't want to say it, then forget it.

To be honest, the two of them are not very familiar.

Meng Xinzhi also sat quietly.

This was not the right time for her to interrupt. She just wanted to be by her father's side.

Dad came here to stay with her until school started, but he had to leave after all.

Meng Xinzhi cherishes the time spent together.

"My son said that he wants to come back to China with me." Nie Tianqin spoke.

He wanted to hear the opinions of his son's brothers.

"Isn't that great?" Zongji answered immediately.

"Yeah, I think it's pretty good too. Your daughter said she took one of my classes, so she should know that I study ancient architecture." Nie Tianqin said, "If my son returns to China, he will complete it with me.

Reconstruction of Wan’an Bridge.”

"Wan'an Bridge. I took Ah Xin to see the scene where it was burned down. It's really a pity."

"It's a pity." Nie Tianqin asked again: "Then do you think it is a pity for my son?"

"Ah? How do you say this?" Zongji didn't understand.

"Look, this place and these conceptual devices are of great interest to me even though I am older, let alone you." Nie Tianqin looked at Zong Ji and asked seriously: "Let such a person and

If I go back and rebuild an ancient bridge, is it a bit of a waste of his talent?"

"This... it's really hard to comment on. Ah Xin, do you have any opinions?"

"Ah?" Meng Xinzhi didn't expect that her father would suddenly notice her at this time.

Since her father asked, she would answer seriously.

"On my first day in college, our professor said something that I still remember freshly." Meng Xinzhi said something that seemed to have no connection.

"What words?" Zongji asked.

“Archaeology is by no means limited to opening the [blind box] of cultural relics, but to [see through things to see people], to see the people, society and their evolution behind the cultural relics.”

Nie Tianqin asked Meng Xinzhi: "Do you want to say that the ancient bridge is a witness to history?"

"Yes." Meng Xinzhi replied: "High technology can certainly make us yearn for the future, but history is where we come from."

Nie Tianqin looked at Meng Xinzhi with some earnestness: "You mean, Guangyi sincerely wants to go back, not because of me?"

"I don't know about that. It depends on the relationship between your father and son. If it were me, I would definitely go back immediately if my father just said a word."

"So it's still because of me, right?" Nie Tianqin was confused.

He has already lost his son once because of his own selfish interests.

Nie Tianqin didn't want this to happen again.

Meng Xinzhi didn't know what happened between the Nie family and his son, but she still keenly felt something similar to a barrier.

Meng Xinzhi thought about it seriously and revealed a smile like the morning in the forest, clear and bright, as if it could light up every corner of the heart.

She did not talk about Nie Guangyi, but took herself as an example: "Professor Nie, if I had to choose between conceptual installation design and architectural cultural relic restoration, I would definitely choose cultural relic restoration."

"Do you young people really like ancient buildings and cultural relics?" Nie Tianqin heard from many students who secretly came to Italy to visit that the founder of the firm hated everything related to classical music.

Love the modern concept design.

"Of course. We young people also like Renaissance paintings and Dunhuang murals."

"That's just looking at the paintings. It's not the same concept as the restoration of ancient buildings."

"Not only that, we also like bronzes, terracotta warriors and horses, and every witness to history."

"Is that really true?"

"Of course." Meng Xinzhi comforted him: "Professor Nie, I don't know anything else, but your son must really like everything in "Along the River During the Qingming Festival". He asked me more than once what's delicious in it.

of."

"Delicious?" Nie Tianqin suddenly smiled, and every wrinkle on his face was filled with happiness: "This is indeed something that a broad sense of the world would be curious about."

"So, even if it's just because of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival", he will definitely be willing to repair Wan'an Bridge."

"Why?" Nie Tianqin started to ask questions knowingly. He didn't know why he did this.

"Isn't the Hong Bridge in the center of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" just a wooden arch bridge? Restoring the Wan'an Bridge will definitely give him the feeling of walking into history."

"Will it?"

"Professor Nie, you are an expert in the restoration of ancient buildings. Didn't you have a dialogue with history during the restoration process?"

"Yes, but many, many years later, I didn't feel this way when I was young."

"I think this has nothing to do with age. For history, we are all a drop in the ocean, and we can't be any younger."
Chapter completed!