"Horizontal and vertical skimming form a gorgeous chapter, and a word and a sentence book will make a wonderful life......" Jiang Feng understood at a glance: "This is a copybook?" ”

Huang Yongyu nodded: "Yes, pen copy!" ”

Light gray curtains, slightly floating on both sides of the window.

Page after page, Jiang Feng, who was sitting on the fabric sofa, looked very slowly.

Huang Yongyu saw that the other party didn't say anything more, so he silently picked up the porcelain cup on the coffee table.

"The future is undecided, you and I are both possible...... Well? Jiang Lao pointed to the manuscript in his hand and smiled:

"When I first read it, I just thought it was pleasing to the eye, and I will take a closer look...... Hah,"

"The content is quite interesting, right?" Huang Yongyu knew what he wanted to say.

Jiang Lao smiled and said, "Who is this author?" Have I ever seen one? ”

"The author's name is Jiang Shan, and he is the editor of a newspaper in Pujiang."

"Edit? No wonder," Jiang Feng nodded slightly: "In the end, there is some ink, the book is just a hard pen calligraphy, and it also pays attention to the use of words." ”

"You look down, it's more interesting later."

"Oh?"

The person who can make Huang Yongyu look down on him should be similar to him.

After getting along for many years, Dean Jiang knows each other too well.

Huang Yongyu back then, but he happily admitted that he liked the set of "sealing capital repair".

When I went back to write the explanatory material, everyone else sighed as they wrote.

He's good, he can't stop writing.

When it was finally handed in, even the people who reviewed the materials were fascinated.

At the most difficult time, Huang Yongyu's family was assigned to a windowless room.

Not only did he not sigh, but he also painted a large open window on the wall.

"Outside the window" is full of flowers, insects and birds playing.

Since his family always complained that the hut was like a stuffy pot, he simply named it "Jar Zhai".

"Life has abused me thousands of times, and I treat life like my first love...... Ha," Dean Jiang looked at more and more happy: "It's a little similar to when you were young." ”

"Where is he going," Huang Yongyu shook his head: "How can we have an exciting time at that time!" ”

"Stimulation?" Jiang Lao smiled bitterly: "It's really exciting, but after reading what he wrote, this author seems to have some experience." ”

"He is a young man of knowledge," Huang Yongyu explained, "After so many years in the countryside, it is certainly not uncommon to see what should be seen and what should not be seen." ”

Huang Yongyu dared to say anything in front of President Jiang.

After all, this one is also a wonderful person, and he once didn't give face!

"Intellectual youth?" Jiang Feng didn't expect it: "How old is this author?" ”

"It's probably in my early twenties, but the basic skills of calligraphy and painting are still not weak."

"This is not weak," when he looked at the manuscript in his hand again, Jiang Feng realized: "It seems that this child is in the countryside, and he is not idle for a moment." ”

"I haven't had a day off until now," Huang Yongyu has seen with his own eyes: "As soon as I pick up the pen, I am reluctant to put it down." ”

"Yes, very good," Jiang Feng clapped, "No wonder you can write such a beautiful stroke." ”

"He showed this work to the editor of the publishing house," Huang Yongyu struck while the iron was hot:

"But people say that this thing has never been published, and they don't dare to call the shots."

"I'm afraid to publish it if I've never published it?" Dean Jiang immediately lowered his voice:

"Nowadays, everyone is writing fountain pen words, and it should be a happy thing to have a notebook that guides the masses to write fountain pen words at this time."

"That's right," Huang Yongyu agreed, "where do those people understand this." ”

"Let that kid rest assured," Dean Jiang had already decided: "Since it is a good thing, it should be promoted, and if Pujiang doesn't dare to send it, then it will be sent in Yanjing." ”

"So, you're willing to help him?"

"Not only will I help him, but I will also give him a preface."

"Preface?" Why didn't Huang Yongyu think of this: "Okay, you write it first, and then I'll write one for him later." ”

Jiang Shan, who was busy following the lesbians in the Summer Palace, did not expect that his calligraphy had entered the eyes of everyone in Jiang.

Mayumi and her entourage, surrounded by greenery, are immersed in the world of the royal garden.

Comrade Liu Xiaoqing acted as a guide for them all the way through translation.

Walk all the way and talk all the way, you can't see enough.

At this time, Liu Xiaoqing discovered that in today's Summer Palace, it seems that happy cola can be seen everywhere.

Although Happy Coke has been rolled out in Yanjing as early as a month ago.

However, she didn't realize that the drink was everywhere.

Just when I was wondering, I suddenly saw the rivers and mountains standing not far away.

Liu Xiaoqing pursed his lips and smiled.

Somehow, I always feel that this matter should be inseparable from the country.

Finally, seizing an opportunity to stay, Liu Xiaoqing stepped forward and handed a few bottles of Happy Coke to the guests who arrived from afar.

"On a hot day, come and drink a bottle of Coke and rest for a while."

Against the sound of the trees, the female comrades happily took the iced Coke.

Gulp poured it down, and a smiling face looked more vivid.

"I've been following for two and a half years,"

Jiang Shan, who had already raised the camera, was about to suffer from heat stroke: "Finally wait for this moment, the girls are open and drink!" ”

Zhang Lu on the side laughed: "It's really yours, these photos are really not easy to take." ”

"You finally said something fair," Jiang Shan kept pressing the shutter:

"In order to let these women comrades drink soda, Xiaoqing and I are very energetic!"

"Come on, if I have the opportunity to cooperate with Liu Xiaoqing, I am willing to work hard."

"It depends on whether people are willing or not."

"Tut-tut! And gasped. ”

"Let's go," after making a look with Liu Xiaoqing, Jiang Shan immediately said: "Call it a day!" ”

"Call it a day?"

"It's what it means to go home."

"Don't shoot later?"

"If you want to shoot me, you won't stop me," Jiang Shan held his waist and said, "But I'm definitely going back." ”

Take a good shower before a bowl of authentic jajangmyeon...... It's no better than squatting here!

"Then I'll go back and forget it," Thinking that he would have to climb the Great Wall tomorrow, Zhang Lu put down the camera in time: "Fix it well, and fight again tomorrow." ”

Dean Jiang Feng made a few phone calls, not only to get the matter of Jiangshan calligraphy, but also to insert Huang Yongyu and his gang into the Dunhuang expert group.

When Huang Yongyu walked out of the gate of Jiang's house, the first thing he thought of was to call Jiangshan, who was far away in the guest house.

"It's finished?"

Jiang Shan, who was wearing a white sweatshirt and big pants, grabbed the phone and said loudly: "Say it again!" ”

"Say a fart," Huang Yongyu said with a smile: "I'm out in person, Lao Jiang will definitely give face!" ”

"You're amazing!"

"There is one more thing, the Dunhuang incident has also been completed, you are ready to prepare!"

"It's done?" Jiang Shan was crazy with happiness: "Is it also Dean Jiang who nodded?" ”

"It's true that he pulled the string, but if you don't have my identity, you can't get in!"

"That's that, we're all in your light."

"You kid just steal the fun!"

"Teacher Huang,"

"Call uncle."

"Uncle Huang," why was it so awkward, Jiang Shan then called: "Uncle, I also have a friend from the TV station, he also wants to follow, and the expense will be paid by himself." ”

"TV's?" Huang Yongyu thought for a while: "It's okay, it just so happens that my list hasn't been handed over yet." Don't worry, the Ministry of Propaganda doesn't care about these two dollars......"

"Okay!" Jiang Shan reminded: "Uncle, remember to bring a pair of rain boots when you leave, there has just been a flood over there." ”

"Floods? Why haven't I heard of it? ”

"Didn't you hear that, that's what my TV friend said."

Everything seems to be going smoothly.

Wait for the day - after the tour returns from the five-day visit.

There are less than two days left before the day of going to Dunhuang.

The rivers and mountains of this meeting are leading Zhang Luman to buy things in Yanjing.

In front of the counter of the state-run grocery store, Jiang Shan asked the salesman to bring several kinds of snacks.

"The tin can of cream biscuits, cookies, chicken cakes, egg rolls...... White Rabbit Milk Candy, Is there chocolate? ”

Jiang Shan kept pointing, the salesman kept taking, and looked back at him from time to time.

"What are you doing here?" Zhang Lu didn't figure it out for a while, and thought carefully: "Is it to go to disaster relief?" ”

"How long has the water been gone," Jiang Shan glanced at him: "The country has already arranged it, so we can use it to help the disaster?" ”

"Then why did you buy all this food? It won't be for us on the way! ”

"I can't understand it to you, just help me carry it," Jiang Shan added two more barrels of malt milk essence:

"When you get to the ground, you understand."

Seeing that he refused to elaborate, Zhang Lu didn't ask anything more.

Until the day of departure, I still helped carry large bags of food into the car.

Huang Yongyu and Shao Bolin, who are in the same soft sleeper car, look very strange.

"What are you?" All Huang Yongyu could think of was: "What was prepared for us on the road?" ”

"Hehe, it's really not," Jiang Shan smiled: "These are all for a child." ”

"Kid? Do you still have acquaintances there? "Shaw Berlin didn't expect that.

"I can't say it's an acquaintance, I know her, but she doesn't know me, although she doesn't know me, I ......"

"Okay, okay," Huang Yongyu hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't worry, we don't eat it, you can give these to whoever you like." ”

In August 1979, in order to help improve the large-scale song and dance drama "Silk Road Flower Rain" of the Gansu-Su Song and Dance Troupe.

Director Wu of the Propaganda and Propaganda Department personally invited more than 10 top experts to Lanzhou.

This is a team of experts in high-end luxury.

Not only the famous dance master Wu Xiaobang and Dunhuang scholar Chang Shuhong were invited, but also the ancient costume expert Shen Congwen and the drama master Cao Yu were invited......

Up to now, even the famous painter Huang Yongyu and the stamp designer Shao Bolin have joined the team.

That's it, not counting the accompanying reporters who came in with the two dead beggars.

"Silk Road Flower Rain" is a folk song and dance drama based on the Silk Road and Dunhuang murals.

In order to let the expert group have a better understanding of Dunhuang culture, the first stop of the visit site was naturally selected in Dunhuang.

It wasn't until he was lying in the soft sleeper box that Zhang Lu understood why Jiangshan insisted on walking with the team.

Many comrades in the team are bringing their families, such as Shen Congwen and his wife Zhang Zhaohe.

Only the four people in this soft sleeper are all alone.

"It's a pity," Huang Yongyu held his pipe: "If there is a mahjong table, this journey will not be boring." ”

"You can be quiet," Shao Bolin looked out the door: "These things that are sealed and repaired can't be stopped for a while." ”

"It's really not good to have two decks of pokers," Jiang Shan, who was lying on the top bunk with his head, was also very bored:

"Comrade Zhang Lu, you have always been resourceful, two decks of cards should not be difficult for you."

"Wait," Zhang Lu rolled out of bed: "I'll go look for it." ”

Looking at his departing figure, Huang Yongyu was curious: "How to play two decks of poker?" ”

"It's fun, I'll teach you later."

It's a pity that when I saw Comrade Zhang Lu walking back empty-handed, the three people in the box all lay back again.

[We lay in the car for two nights and one day, and the second night we went up the Wei River, drilling caves almost all night. 】

[When passing by Wushaoling, a high place in the Qinling Mountains at an altitude of 3,000 meters, Mr. Shao felt a little dizzy. I didn't want to talk for a while, and the tinnitus worsened. 】

[Along the way, Uncle Huang kept teaching me to draw owls.

When I passed by Wushaoling, I asked him how he felt, and he just kept saying that he was bored.

Looking down at the sketchbook full of owls, I decided to help him with his boredom.

So, I said a few paragraphs of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". 】

"And then?" Zhang Lu said nervously: "Can they beat Mei Chaofeng?" ”

"Where can I fight," Huang Yongyu also saw some: "Seven plus one is useless." ”

"What should I do?" At this moment, Shao Bolin's head didn't hurt anymore: "No one can beat the woman surnamed Mei?" ”

"Teachers," Jiang Shan pointed out the window: "It's all at this point, shouldn't we rest!" ”

"You should have gone to bed a long time ago," Huang Yongyu hurriedly patted Shao Bolin: "Your head doesn't hurt, don't close your eyes quickly." ”

"Jiangshan,"

In the box where the lights had been turned off, Zhang Lu was still unwilling: "When you return to Pujiang, you have to lend me what "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is." ”

"Don't worry," Jiang Shan, who was already sleepy, said in a daze: "This will be reported in a few days." ”

"You mean your Metropolis Daily?"

"Who else could it be!"

The next day, Pujiang City, which had two rains in a row, was obviously much cooler.

Editor Wu of Pujiang Daily walked out of Pujiang Fine Arts Publishing House disappointed.

"I'm surprised," editor Wu didn't expect: "What the publishers agree to is stuck with the translator." ”

"I just heard what Editor-in-Chief Pan meant," another editor estimated, "The translator of "Gone with the Wind" seems to be quite famous. ”

"It should be," editor Wu also guessed, "otherwise, the publishing house would not care about his opinion." ”

"What then? Another one? ”

"No," Editor Wu frowned: "Two serials, one is science fiction, and the other must be "Gone with the Wind". ”

As for why, he had already studied it with the editor-in-chief Wei Yuanxing.

The best-selling book on the market for a while is this "Gone with the Wind".

It's been published for less than two months, and the reprints are already in the printing press.

"Gone with the Wind" is selling the most popular now, and Xinhua Bookstore has been out of stock for almost a week, and if we publish it at this time, it will definitely pull up a wave of circulation."

"What if the translator doesn't agree?"

"Didn't you ask for your home address?"

Editor Wu said with a firm gaze: "Let's go, let's go buy some fruit first, and then we will go to visit." ”

He didn't believe it, it was a good thing that he could earn an extra manuscript fee, but someone could refuse it.

(End of chapter)