Under the gray-blue sky, the train from Yanjing ran all the way to the northwest.

Shao Bolin withdrew his gaze from the window.

looked down at Huang Yongyu sitting in front of the window: "Why do you still have the heart to paint?" I don't know what they called Xiao Jiang out for? ”

"What's there to worry about," Huang Yongyu didn't bother to raise his head:

"It must be for them to be honest, what to say and what not to say, just a few words of warning in advance."

"You're a clear door!"

"I'm this age," Huang Yongyu said, holding his pen, "If I didn't even understand this, I would have been kicked out of the organization." ”

"But it's been too long!"

"No, you can go and inquire, don't dangle in front of my eyes!"

"I need to go and see it!"

Looking at Shao Bolin's figure pushing the door out, Huang Yongyu shook his head and sighed.

Subsequently, next to the small painting that had just been completed, a line of accompanying text was written:

Master Li's friend is either an emperor or a celebrity, who dares to mess with him?

Shao Bolin walked straight to Minister Wu's box.

After that, it stopped at a distance of 5 or 6 meters.

After coming out of Minister Wu's box, Jiang Shan and Zhang Lu looked at each other and smiled.

"Look here," seeing that they were smiling so beautifully, Shao Bolin's heart was a lot more steady: "Come over and talk first." ”

"Teacher Shao," Jiang Shan, like Shao Bolin, lowered his voice: "Why are you here?" ”

"I'm worried about you two."

"Hehe, it's okay," Jiang Shan hugged the other party and smiled: "I was also panicked before I went in, who knew that the minister would take good care of us juniors." ”

"How do you take care of it? Tell me about it! ”

"Originally," Jiang Shan said truthfully, "Zhang Lu and I are only going to shoot some murals and song and dance troupes in Dunhuang!" ”

"The minister just spoke," Zhang Lu walked on the other side of Shao Bolin, "allowing us to take some photos of the work of the expert group." ”

"Work photos?"

"Yes, you can't take pictures of daily life," Jiang Shan continued, "but I hope we can take more photos of the expert group for this song and dance drama." ”

"Oh,"

Shao Bolin immediately figured it out, and he turned his face to look at Jiang Shan.

Jiang Shan didn't say anything more, only nodded at him.

Both of them are like Spiegel in their hearts.

The Propaganda Department wants to let the outside world know that "Silk Road Flower Rain" is a large-scale song and dance drama carefully created by a team of well-known experts.

"Then from now on, go back and get the camera, start shooting from our house, and then I'll take you to the houses."

Shao Bolin is ready to shine, and he has to get the right treatment as an expert for half a month.

"That's a good dare, with you, we are not afraid of being bombed out."

On the narrow train aisle, Shao Bolin was sandwiched between Jiangshan and Zhang Lu.

Squeezed all the way forward, and when my feet were about to step together, I saw a head sticking out of the box in front of me.

Huang Yongyu, who was holding a pipe, said: "It's back, I thought you were thrown out of the car!" ”

The mermaids rushed in, each doing their own thing.

"Old Huang," Shao Bolin commanded, "you sit there a little longer." ”

"What?"

"You can do whatever you want, as long as it looks like you're studying at your desk."

"Research? What to study? ”

"You just sit," Jiang Shan adjusted the camera: "Be a model for me and Zhang Lu!" ”

"Models? Just me? Huang Yongyu sat as he spoke, not knowing what posture to pose for a while.

Holding his head with one hand, he said, "Is this okay?" ”

"You have to write something on your stomach," Shao Bolin gestured: "Minister Wu asked Xiao Jiang and them to take some photos of the work of the expert group." ”

"Say it earlier," Huang Yongyu picked up the pen: "Let's shoot." ”

In the small box, Jiang Shan held the camera and pouted with Zhang Lu and moved back and forth several times: "It's done!" ”

"Finished?" Huang Yongyu confirmed.

"It's over!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Shan was patted by Shao Bolin: "Let's go, go to other rooms to have a look." ”

The door quickly closed again.

No one noticed at this time, Huang Yongyu, who was still sitting in front of the window, wrote another line:

Ximenqing: The whole four volumes are for you alone, and you say you can't get it?

There was a scene in each room, and most of the more than a dozen expert comrades were not lying on their beds.

It's not about sitting together and chatting, or it's about falling apart.

In Shen Congwen's box, Jiang Shan, who was holding a camera, finally had a chance to take a look at the legendary black peony Zhang Zhaohe.

Zhang Zhaohe, who is old, looks ordinary and simple.

has gone through half a life of ups and downs, but the eyes that look at the country still reveal a bit of intellectuality.

Looking at Shen Congwen again, he glanced at his wife's face from time to time, and never stopped laughing.

"Disturb the rest of you two," Jiang Shan hurriedly said: "Do you think I sent you the photos to the school, or at home?" ”

"Just send it home," Shen Congwen glanced at his wife again: "Third sister, what do you see?" ”

"Okay!"

"Teacher Shen," Shao Bolin, who was standing aside, patted Jiang Shan's shoulder: "He is Jiang Shan." ”

"Oh?" Shen Congwen looked at Jiang Shan: "That calligraphy is what you wrote?" ”

"You saw that, too?" Jiang Shan stood in a regular manner, he knew Shen Congwen's calligraphy: "That's really ugly." ”

"Where it's ugly," Shen Congwen has always taken care of juniors: "I think it's still remarkable!" ”

"You're saving noodles for me!"

"I'll order you when I have a chance in the future," Shen Congwen always smiled.

"Really?" Jiang Shan almost jumped up with joy: "I still have this blessing?" ”

"This kid," Shen Congwen said with a smile: "Let's go back first, I'll go to your house to play later!" ”

"Hey, I'll go back and wait for you."

On the way back, Shao Bolin was caught between them again.

"The sycophant is good," the longer he stayed together, the more Shao Bolin's words became more open: "I had a fight with Lao Huang back then!" ”

"I'm telling the truth."

"That's right," Shao Bolin nodded: "The person who was a guest at the Shen family back then, when he left, he didn't go through his paper basket and take it out to rob it!" ”

"You said it earlier," Jiang Shan looked back frequently: "I'll have to find a chance to go back again." ”

After being pressed back into the car box by Shao Bolin, he happened to see Huang Yongyu stuffing tobacco: "It's been filmed so soon?" ”

"It's not an interview," Shao Bolin picked up a glass of water and drank: "How long can it take to take a few pictures!" ”

The train rumbled forward with a bang, and a smell of mellow wafted in the carriage.

Since he boasted about the coffee brewed by Huang Hua a few times, Jiangshan's coffee has never been interrupted.

"You bought this in Xiangjiang?" Huang Yongyu looked at the coffee bottle in his hand, then unscrewed the cap and smelled it: "It's so fragrant!" ”

"A friend of mine bought it, and his company often runs outside!"

"I'm used to drinking this coffee," Shao Bolin took a sip, "It's not the same as what I've tasted before." ”

"This is instant," Jiang Shan pointed to the two small glass bottles: "It's not as authentic as you were back then." ”

"It's delicious," Shao Bolin glanced at Huang Yongyu: "I don't understand these things anyway." ”

"What do you want me to do? I don't understand either. ”

"Uncle Huang, what are you painting here?" Jiang Shan's eyes were sharp, and he aimed at the sketchbook that had not yet been closed.

"Something to pass the time, you can watch it if you want to."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Shan's hand stretched out.

"Yan Poxi: Love and Politics, Two Heavy Topics Pressed on a Little Woman......"

An ancient woman sitting on her knees lifted her red skirt with two big white legs bare.

Jiang Shan looked at the painting, and then looked at the accompanying text, and suddenly he was happy.

It turns out that Uncle Huang started painting the Water Margin so early!

Turning the pages one by one, I saw only a few pages: "Why is it so little?" What about the others? ”

"How much more do you want him to draw? One hundred singles and eight generals? Shao Bolin was the first to disagree: "Just these few photos, it's enough for outsiders to see them!" ”

"That's that," Jiang Shan hurriedly closed the book, and then made a color to Zhang Lu.

Zhang Lu suddenly said wrongly: "I didn't even look at it." ”

"It's not that exaggerated," Huang Yongyu himself didn't care: "I also draw casually and play." ”

Just this casual album will be great in the future.

"Uncle Huang," Jiang Shan shouted more and more: "How many pipes did you bring with you this time?" ”

"Just two," Seeing that Jiang Shan noticed his pipe, Huang Yongyu immediately put it on the table for everyone to see:

"This is the heather's, and the other one is about the same as it."

"Beautiful," Jiang Shan looked at it most carefully: "Every time I see you hold it differently, like this thing?" ”

"It's a lot."

"When I meet a rare one in the future," Jiang Shan immediately said, "I'll send it to you." ”

"So good to me?" Huang Yongyu smiled and picked up the coffee.

"Isn't this trying to slap you!"

Huang Yongyu, who was in a fashion magazine at the age of 80, opened a solo exhibition at the age of 90, and was still racing Ferrari with others at the age of 93, is quite enviable.

In the future, he also wants to build a "Wanhe Hall" covering an area of 20 acres with Huang Lao.

"Hahaha," Huang Yongyu said to Shao Bolin with a smile: "I said a long time ago, Jiangshan is a person who can't hide his words. ”

Zhang Lu, who couldn't help laughing, buried his head in a sip of coffee.

There are four people in a room, and each person has a cup of coffee.

Shen Congwen, who hadn't entered the house yet, asked outside: "Where did you get the coffee?" It's all floating down the aisle. ”

After a while, he also served a glass.

Looking at the other party's calm at the moment, Huang Yongyu was relieved: "Uncle Cousin, your complexion has improved a lot in the past few days. ”

After more than 20 years of adversity, Shen Congwen has recovered some of his spirits in the recent year.

"I'll tell you," Shen Congwen smiled, "Dunhuang has always been the place I want to go to the most, and I've been looking forward to this trip for a long time." ”

As early as more than ten years ago, when Shen Congwen wrote the book "Research on Ancient Chinese Costumes", many friends had already sent him copies of Dunhuang murals.

"Back then, I referred to the sketches they gave me, and only then did I write "Northern Dynasty Armor Cavalry and Soldiers", "Tang Zhenguan Emperor and Servants", these topics."

"That is to say, although I haven't been to Dunhuang for a look, I have seen a lot of Dunhuang murals."

"Fan Wenzao of the Dunhuang Research Institute alone sent me more than 300 sketches."

"So much?" Jiang Shan began to be curious about this book: "Old Shen, is it convenient for me to read this book?" ”

"How can it be inconvenient?" Shen Congwen asked rhetorically: "I wrote them out, didn't I just want more people to see them, but it's a pity ......?"

"It's a pity that it can't be published," Mr. Huang said for him.

Shen Congwen waved his hand and motioned him not to say any more: "Xiao Jiang, I'll take it later." ”

"You have it with you?"

"You forgot? I'm here to give them appearance guidance. ”

"Understood," Jiang Shan also asked, "Elder Shen, where did you first see the Dunhuang murals?" ”

"That's early," Shen Congwen smiled: "Yongyu, what about you?" ”

"Mr. Daqian?" Huang Yongyu recalled.

"Hehe, so am I."

"It's really a loss to him, otherwise I don't know when I will be able to see the style of Dunhuang murals."

"There were people who copied it before him," Shen Congwen remembered back then: "But neither the number nor the skill can beat him." ”

Except for Zhang Lu, several people in the house knew that Mr. Daqian started by copying, and then made a lot of money by making a lot of money.

"In terms of copying," Huang Yongyu said on the matter: "Who can win Mr. Zhang!" ”

"Hehe, when he held the Dunhuang Art Exhibition in Chongqing, the queue to buy tickets was a mile away."

After speaking, Shen Congwen looked at Jiang Shan and said with a smile: "50 yuan a ticket!" ”

"Huh," Jiang Shan pouted: "It seems that the 5,000 taels of gold he spent back then have also earned a lot." ”

"How could he be trading at a loss."

"Yongyu!"

"Got it."

"However," Shao Bolin has always had a question: "I read an article a few years ago, saying that Zhang Daqian destroyed dozens of murals when he was copying in Dunhuang?" ”

"Is there such a thing?"

There is such a thing!

Around 1942, Zhang Daqian, who had a wealthy family, took his third and fourth ladies to Dunhuang twice.

Even students, cooks, craftsmen...... A large group of people and horses have been in Dunhuang for more than two years.

Hundreds of Dunhuang murals were copied.

In fact, after a long period of Dunhua murals, multi-layer mural combinations occupy a considerable number of them.

After all, there are so many caves in Dunhuang that every dynasty wants to paint on them.

After a long time, the back wave will naturally cover the front wave.

While cleaning the caves, the craftsmen found that many of the broken murals revealed brighter pigments.

When Zhang Daqian learned about it, he immediately inquired about the situation with the local lama.

After being told that there was indeed a painting, it was decided to peel off the badly damaged surface.

Sure enough, a mural with well-preserved colors and pictures was revealed.

"He's about this," Shen Congwen thought for a while: "I have to say two." ”

Huang Yongyu also felt: "I heard that the few pieces he shoveled at that time have been ruined." ”

"But ......," Shao Bolin hesitated: "I see that the article was written by the historian Xiang Da, in which he scolded Zhang Daqian by name for destroying the national treasure for his own desires. ”

"Although I don't like Zhang Daqian," Huang Yongyu said, "but I can understand what he is doing here, and I already know that there are better murals below, so why don't you uncover them?" ”

The most important thing is that it is clear that the broken paintings of Dunhuang are even more hostile to foreign countries, so why are they holding on to their own people.

"Before he went to Dunhuang, many of the murals had already been unrecognizable," Jiang Shan also thought:

"The White Russian bandits set up pots and fires directly in the caves, and they also scribbled on the walls with burning sticks."

Huang Yongyu smiled: "You haven't learned in vain in this history. ”

If it were not for Zhang Daqian's two-year copying and the subsequent huge Dunhuang painting exhibition.

The understanding of the Dunhuang murals will continue to be postponed.

However, the voice of criticism has never stopped.

Shen Congwen frowned and said, "Why didn't he come out to defend himself?" ”

"There are too many housework," Jiang Shan said understandingly: "I can't take care of the outside anymore." ”

"Ha," Huang Yongyu took a puff of cigarette: "The money is in my pocket, and I will listen to the criticism of others!" ”

(End of chapter)