Chapter 24 I believe in you

Nie Guangyi followed Xuan Shi back to his old house.

It's helpless to say the least.

This is obviously his grandfather's home.

But he needs to come back with Xuan Shi, who was still a little afraid of society in the past.

Today, everything in Changqiao Village can no longer give him a sense of belonging.

He used to like it here.

There have been many happy summer vacations.

Fishing in the stream.

Cool off on a bench.

No need to do homework or practice piano.

Every day is so long.

You can play from sunrise to sunset.

Every day is so short.

When I opened my eyes, before I could do anything, it was time to close my eyes.

Time is wasted.

Time is wasted.

This kind of experience was very novel for Nie Guangyi when he was young.

Of course, he has shown extraordinary talent since he was very young.

No matter what you learn, you should learn it faster than others.

But he is still a child after all.

It is inevitable that you will yearn for a time when you are carefree and having fun.

…

For the Qiu family.

This night is destined to be a sleepless one.

When the two old men passed away one after another, everyone rushed over from all directions.

A large group of people gathered together.

The performance of the mourning band never stopped for a moment.

The women were in groups, not knowing what they were discussing.

Men gather together to play mahjong or cards.

Rather than going to a funeral, it's more like rushing home to celebrate the New Year.

Is this joy and mourning?

Why is it so difficult to accept?

The total sadness of the people in this room is not as great as that of the people who shed tears silently at the ruins of Wan'an Bridge.

Isn't joy and death the same as separation and death?

Don't we never see each other for joys and sorrows?

Nie Guangyi couldn't bear the indifference of someone at a funeral.

I can't help but think of the scene when my mother passed away.

Professor Nie, who has been divorced, was doing it there with an expressionless face.

It's not quite deserted, but it's definitely miserable.

He was the only one crying like a lunatic.

Today, Nie Guangyi is more certain of one thing - Nie Tianqin has no emotions.

On a day like today.

The group of people inside, even if there is no reaction, at least they are still gathered together.

Nie Tianqin, however, went alone to a place where he would not be disturbed by sorrow and joy and made a phone call:

"The bridge has collapsed."

"Yes, that's right."

"skeleton?"

"The skeleton cannot be saved. It will basically collapse in the next few days."

"Possibility of repair..."

"There is no possibility of repair, the only option is to rebuild."

"I'm not sure anyone can rebuild."

"Yes, I have never found anyone who can inherit this intangible cultural heritage skill."

"There are several apprentices, all of whom are relatively experienced carpenters, but they have not yet mastered the essence of the traditional wooden arch bridge construction techniques."

"Okay, I'll find out the reason as soon as possible and come up with a plan."

"Yes, I have made a model of Wan'an Bridge."

"Models and actually building bridges are not the same concept..."

Nie Guangyi held a stainless steel plate in his hand.

It was used by Xuan Shi to hold fried spices.

He listened behind Professor Nie for a while.

The more I listened, the quieter it became, as if even the breath had disappeared.

The stainless steel plate in Nie Guangyi's hand turned into a flying disk at the moment Nie Tianqin said that he had made a model of Wan'an Bridge, passing directly over Nie Tianqin's head and flying to the courtyard wall of an unknown house.

Then, with a loud "clang" sound, it landed less than half a meter away from Nie Tianqin's feet.

Nie Tianqin was startled, quickly hung up the phone, and turned to see which naughty boy it was.

It soon became apparent that it belonged to his own family.

"What are you doing, Big Tou?" Nie Tianqin shouted out of habit.

The tone used when educating Nie Guangyi more than ten or twenty years ago.

What he called was a nickname that was often used at that time.

The words he blurted out made Nie Tianqin feel a little regretful.

His relationship with Nie Guangyi was no longer the loving father and filial piety that it had been more than ten or twenty years ago.

Calling him "Big Head" in front of the friends Nie Guangyi brought will definitely make things worse.

Nie Guangyi never felt that his head was big.

Even if I go back and look through the photos, I can see that it was from before he was one year old at most, and the proportions are slightly out of balance.

When he was in kindergarten, Nie Tianqin lied to him and said that big head means smart.

Nie Guangyi believed it to be true.

When I got to elementary school, I told others everywhere that my nickname was Da Tou.

From the second grade of elementary school, I was teased by my classmates until I graduated.

When Nie Guangyi first entered junior high school, he was very disgusted when someone knew his nickname.

You must never use such an unrealistic title in any public place.

From then on, he could only call others Datou, and he would fight with anyone who called him Datou. Nie Tianqin was the only exception.

Until the college entrance examination, the father-son relationship between Nie Guangyi and Nie Tianqin was quite good.

At least it's ten times better than the relationship with my mother.

My mother has always been very strong in the matter of education.

If his mother forced him to change his mind, Nie Guangyi might be able to understand it a little bit.

Nie Guangyi never dreamed that his father, who had stood by him in everything since he was a child and got along with him like a friend, would do something like forcefully change his will.

Just a few days.

He lost Tsinghua Architecture.

Lost my mother.
To be continued...