In 1979, Qi Baishi's Collected Works was included in the 1980 stamp distribution plan.

Soon, the Stamp Issuing Bureau entrusted this project to the stamp designer Shao Bolin.

So, after receiving the commission, Shao Bolin began to collect materials as soon as possible.

Although Qi Lao created a lot in his life, the framework of Shao Bolin's works set two principles.

One is Qi Baishi's proud flowers and birds, and the other is the vertical screen with narrow width, because the banner works have the most Chinese characteristics.

However, it is even more difficult to find 16 of the 10,000 works that have been scattered.

Jiang Shan picked up the small teapot and poured a cup for the two masters: "Do you know whose residence Yanjing Academy originally was?" ”

Huang Yongyu, who was smoking a pipe, immediately laughed: "I still don't know this?" When Qi Lao was alive, I was a frequent visitor to his house. ”

Jiang Shan knew Huang Yongyu's temper, so he said half-jokingly: "Then tell me, where did Qi Lao hide the painting?" ”

Hearing this, Huang Yongyu and Shao Bolin glanced at each other.

Puzzled: "He still has a painting?" Didn't you even donate your house! ”

"That's right," Jiang Shan continued to chatter: "It's true that I donated the house, but there are still paintings in the house." ”

The old house in their mouths is the later Yanjing Painting Academy.

Shao Bolin realized after a while: "Comrade Xiao Jiang, listen to what you mean, Qi Lao still has some paintings hidden in the Yanjing Painting Academy?" ”

"It's not hidden there," Jiang Shan calculated the time, "but it should be dug up soon." ”

"Dig it out?"

"Well," Jiang Shan nodded: "It's all the best products that everyone is reluctant to take out......

The night of Guangzhou-Zhou Academy is extremely quiet.

In Huang Yongyu's enthusiasm of "not living in vain", Jiang Shan and Yu Sigui saved a lot of entanglement.

There are large and small exhibition halls in the painting courtyard, which is enough to visit and take pictures for an afternoon.

At this time, he only regretted that he didn't bring his second brother out, and it was good to have a piece of rising knowledge.

Huang Yongyu's studio is located in the westernmost corner of the academy, and during the day, you can see a pond through the window.

But this time, it was already pitch black.

In the studio, the gray concrete floor is smooth enough to reflect the light from the roof.

There are scrolls hanging on the walls, some of which are already finished, others that are only half done.

From time to time, Huang Yongyu will go over to add a few strokes.

At this moment, Jiang Shan sat at the painting table, and under the soft grinding and hard bubble of Yu Sigui, he was painting owls for the girl.

"Big or small," Jiang Shan asked, "Otherwise, you can draw an egg." ”

"I can draw eggs myself," Yu Sigui, who was with Jiang Shan, became more and more cheerful: "Just draw two small ones!" ”

"Cheng, small trouble." Jiang Shan glanced at the birdcage and began to draw birds.

At this time, on the bamboo chair next to the birdcage, Huang Yongyu was holding a stack of newspaper clippings, looking at it fascinated.

Half loud, I put down the newspaper clippings unsatisfied.

After that, he said to Shao Bolin, who was looking at the monkey with a magnifying glass: "How long do you want to look at the monkey?" ”

Shao Bolin himself was laughing: "I have to understand the texture of your monkey, and I can go to make boards in the future!" ”

"I don't know if it can be published yet," Huang Yongyu is not worried about this, he only cares about this meeting:

"What about this serialization that you brought, what about later?"

Shao Bolin pointed to the newspaper clippings: "It's all here, that's it, it's Pujiang's friends who helped me collect it." ”

"Pujiang's newspaper?" Huang Yongyu turned his face to Jiang Shan and asked, "Jiang Shan, have you heard of lurking in Pujiang?" ”

Jiang Shan, who was painting birds, didn't raise his head: "Latent? Is it? ”

Shao Bolin nodded: "Yes, it is serialized in your city's "Pujiang Daily". ”

"I know this, I wrote it."

In Jiang Shan's pen, a bird opens its left eye and a bird closes its left eye, giggling when he sees Yu Sigui on the side.

"What did he just say?" Huang Yongyu thought he had misheard, looked at Shao Bolin and asked.

Shao Bolin was stunned for a moment, pointed to Jiangshan and said to Huang Yongyu: "He said that he wrote it." ”

"Huh?" Huang Yongyu hurriedly looked down.

In the column of the author of "Latent" in the newspaper, two words are clearly printed: Jiangshan.

The original name and surname, for fear that others would not know who it was.

He smacked and stood up.

Walked quickly to Jiangshan, pointed to the newspaper clippings and asked, "This Jiangshan is you?" ”

At this meeting, the two birds of the country have almost been completed.

"The latent in Pujiang Daily has long been suspended," Jiang Shan asked the two with a smile: "How is it?" I'm writing beautifully. ”

Huang Yongyu was shocked: "You really wrote it?" ”

"The former editor-in-chief of "Pujiang Daily" was my eldest brother," Jiang Shan analyzed the reasons:

"Now that he has been transferred to "Oriental Metropolis Daily", I have also switched to it, and the serialization is almost over."

Huang Yongyu grasped the point: "This lurking is about to end the serialization?" ”

Shao Bolin also asked: "What happened to Yu Zecheng after that?" ”

Jiang Shan is embarrassed: "This is not something that can be explained in one or two sentences." ”

"Then write,"

As soon as the words fell, Huang Yongyu put away the paintbrush in Jiang Shan's hand, and Shao Bolin took away the "owl" on the table with both hands.

Jiang Shan was stunned: "Write it right away?" ”

Huang Yongyu's eyes widened: "Hurry up." ”

Shao Bolin also wanted to see it: "If it's not troublesome, just write it, my old friends like to read it." ”

As soon as he heard this, Jiang Shan's enthusiasm also rose: "Okay, the teachers like it, no matter how hard and tired I am, I will write." ”

As the night wore on, the owls in the cage were much more lively.

The versatile Huang Yongyu went to the kitchen and came back to feed the birds with some meat strips.

At this moment, Shao Bolin, who was standing behind Jiang Shan, took off his reading glasses with emotion.

"Lao Huang, editor Xiao Jiang, reminds me of when you were an editor."

"They don't have as much fun as we did then." Huang Yongyu leaned on the sofa and smiled with his eyes closed.

Shao Bolin nodded: "Yes, it was so good at that time!" ”

As soon as he heard Huang Yongyu mention the year, Jiang Shan was immediately excited.

One of the purposes of his trip was: "Mr. Huang, where did you work as an editor back then?" ”

"Want to hear it?"

"Tell us about it."

"Okay," Huang Yongyu said to the credit for rushing to the country overnight: "Before the liberation, I got a job as an art editor at the "Dagong Daily" in Xiangjiang. ”

Jiang Shan quietly put down the pen in his hand.

Huang Yongyu slowly recalled: "At that time, in addition to me, there were two other people in the editorial department, Zha Liangyong, an international telecommunications translator, and Chen Wentong, a copy editor. ”

These two are the later Jin Yong and Liang Yusheng.

"The outside world says that Xiao Cha has two pens," Huang Yongyu took a sip of his pipe.

Jiang Shan answered: "One writes martial arts, and the other writes movie reviews." ”

"It is worthy of working in a newspaper," in the era when Huang Yongyu was an editor, the news obtained by the newspaper could be worth half of the secret bureau:

"In fact, at the beginning, Chen Wentong helped him write it, and as for the movie reviews, I wrote them."

Shao Bolin supported his old friend and said:

"Xiao Jiang, you may not know that when Mr. Huang was in Xiangjiang, he was not only the editor of "Dagong Bao" and "New Evening News", but also worked as a screenwriter for Great Wall Films."

Of course, Jiang Shan knew that until Jin Yong was 70 years old, Huang Yongyu would still call him when he saw him: Xiao Cha.

However, Yu Sigui on the side didn't know, so he said from the bottom of his heart: "It's amazing!" ”

"We ran a newspaper at that time just for fun," that was the time that Huang Yongyu missed the most:

"It doesn't matter if the three of us go to the restaurant to eat and forget to bring the money, when the meal is almost finished, I will either draw a picture or write a film review, and then Xiao Cha will call someone to collect the manuscript and pay the bill......"

The more I listened, the more I was touched, and the highlight period of Xiangjiang may have started at that time.

Yu Sigui: "What happened later? ”

"Later, I returned to China," Huang Yongyu didn't want to hide it at all: "I have a very good cousin named Shen Congwen, and he wrote to me to return to China to help him." ”

Speaking of this, Jiang Shan noticed Shao Bolin's darkening eyes.

"It's also good when I come back," Huang Yongyu continued: "He is engaged in his literary creation, and I continue to paint my paintings." ”

But, ten years are fast coming.

Huang Yongyu took a hard puff of his cigarette.

He didn't shy away from Jiang Shan at all, but he just met a little friend: "A student who died in the past and had to worship my uncle as a teacher, called Fan ......"

Shao Bolin on the side: "Ahem......"

"You cough yours," Huang Yongyu: "I said mine, this Fan Yu was supported by my uncle, but he wrote him more than ten big-character posters in a row, listing hundreds of crimes......"

Now that he had said this, Shao Berlin also shook his head and said, "In those days, ten were enough to kill people. ”

What's more, after investigation, it was found that none of them could be established.

Not only was he not guilty, but he also found out that Shen Congwen had bought countless cultural relics with his own money for more than ten years and donated them to the National History Museum.

I went there so much that the museum staff didn't even bother to write the receipt, and the old people didn't care at all.

Fortunately, people still remember to speak for the old man, which saved the old man from prison.

He was only placed in the history museum where he had donated artifacts to clean the toilets.

"Fan Hat?" Jiang Shan muttered and repeated: "Is that the great painter Fan Hat? ”

"Yes," Huang Yongyu sneered contemptuously: "The proud disciple of Master Kuzen was also given the title of Kuzen: the subline of Zhongshan wolf." ”

"It seems that this one likes to offend the teacher," Jiang Shanqi said.

Huang Yongyu was deeply touched: "But people are also very good at worshipping the mountain, if he draws a stamp, he will be approved early." ”

The monkey ticket that became famous all over the world in later generations can't even get a birth permit now.

It was not until November this year that the approval for listing and issuance was obtained.

If it is a little later, as soon as Gengshen's year passes, he will issue a fart.

Who would dare to imagine the mood of these two creators at that time!

"The two teachers are worried about this monkey, right?" Jiangshan said tentatively.

Up to this point, Shaw Bolin still took out his magnifying glass from time to time to glance at the painting in his hand.

This black monkey on a red background, when viewed under a magnifying glass, shows a fluffy 3D monkey.

Jiang Shan continued: "I have a solution. ”

(End of chapter)