"Yongyu!"

"Got it."

looked at Yongyu and said that he knew, with an expression on his face that he would dare next time.

Shen Congwen, who was in his seventies, shook his head with a wry smile and decided to divert the topic: "What have you been busy with lately?" ”

A few small lamps of paint on the small table had already caught his attention.

"You'd better stop looking." Shao Bolin kindly reminded.

But, apparently, it was still a step too late.

A picture album on the table has been held by Shen Congwen in his hand.

Looking at Jiang Shan and Huang Yongyu again, the two of them picked up their coffee cups at the same time.

Nestle's instant, there is still a little bottom left.

"Yongyu!"

Burst~

Jiang Shan and Huang Yongyu laughed at the same time.

"Can't you add some ink to this comrade?" Shen Congwen turned his head and narrowed his eyes.

Huang Yongyu didn't do it: "She is not my comrade. ”

Jiang Shan shook his shoulders with a smile, and looked at Zhang Lu quietly on the side.

"How many years have you been painting this Water Margin?" Shen Congwen said in one sentence: "Why do you still draw more and more ......"

No, when you find someone who is not an outsider another day, you must talk to Yongyu well.

Only when I heard this did I understand that the years when Huang Yongyu painted the Water Margin had to be pushed forward.

It's just that with the growth of age and age, artistic expression has also continued to break through.

"The golden lotus is narrow, and the fragrant skirt is slightly unfeeling," Jiang Shan almost shook his head:

"The jade shoots are slender, and the crispy legs really look like fat...... It is said that Mr. Huang's painting can be regarded as realistic! ”

"Listen," Huang Yongyu pointed to the country and said, "The eyes of the masses are still bright." ”

At this time, Shao Bolin had already inspected the door of the carriage three or four times, for fear that there would be an ambush outside the door.

"People Shi Nai'an said that it was fierce," Shen Congwen waved his hand: "It's not crisp legs." ”

"You still want me to paint a murderer?" Huang Yongyu also waved his hand: "Although art can be exaggerated, we must first protect the safety of artists." ”

"Yongyu!"

Shen Congwen decided to divert the topic, so he also picked up the paintbrush on the table.

At the moment when the old man put down his pen, the entire box fell silent.

Kuchi Kuchi, the movement of the train is becoming more and more obvious.

Shen Lao's ups and downs of the brush slowly extend from one end of the paper to the other.

Jiangshan's gaze follows the rise and fall of the brush.

Gradually, his eyes trembled slightly, and his heart pounded.

When Huang Yongyu showed a smiling face and continued to smoke.

Jiang Shan said excitedly: "Phoenix? ”

The town on the painting paper is located on both sides of the river between the mountains and rivers.

Not to mention, there are really a lot of similarities with the description in "Border City".

Although, the movie "Border City" in later generations was made in Phoenix.

But Jiang Shan knew that Shen Congwen's border city was referring to Chadong.

However, the ancient city of Phoenix is indeed the hometown of Shen Congwen and Huang Yongyu.

"Have you ever been to Xiangxi?" Shen Congwen dipped it in ink.

"Yes," Jiang Shan didn't answer directly: "It's the most beautiful town I've ever seen." ”

"This kid is a knowledgeable person," Huang Yongyu praised: "I'll take you back to see if you have a chance, the storage is more beautiful than what you see in the photo." ”

Shen Congwen made the last stroke: "I haven't painted for a long time, and I haven't gone back for a long time." ”

"You don't write paragraphs?" Jiang Shan reminded.

"Draw casually and play, don't be too particular."

"I'll come," Huang Yongyu stroked his short sleeves up.

The old man Shen was easy-going, and immediately handed over the pen: "Give it." ”

"The coffee of the country, the painting of my cousin,"

Huang Yongyu read as he wrote: "Berlin's worries, Yongyu's words!" ”

As soon as he saw the words of his eldest nephew, Shen Congwen was speechless.

Shao Bolin, who saw his name, also shook his head: "Well, it's okay now, this album can't be seen by outsiders." ”

Only Jiang Shan thinks this move is very good: where to find such a combination of albums?

It's hard to find!

Huang Yongyu has always been open-mouthed.

Even after eighty, he can say: The last woman I entered was the beautiful Lady Liberty!

Listen, the longer you live, the bigger you play!

"Then we won't show it to outsiders," Huang Yongyu was originally painting for fun: "Xiao Jiang, take it and paint it later." ”

"Are you willing?" Jiang Shan immediately hugged the album in his arms.

With a different heart, Huang Yongyu smiled: "What is reluctant, just this water margin, I already have several copies at home!" ”

What's not just a water margin in this?

Jiang Shan calmed his heartbeat quietly, this trip was really not in vain.

It seems that after going back, I really have to find a chance to find a pipe for Uncle Huang.

From the arrangement of food, clothing, housing and transportation, it can be clearly seen that the Propaganda Department has allocated the experts with the standards of high-ranking officials.

Jiang Shan and Zhang Lu always glanced at each other from time to time, and they both understood that they had taken advantage of each other this time.

The movement during the day made Shen Congwen sleep well.

The same is true of Huang Yongyu and Shao Bolin.

When it was already bright in the carriage, the two of them sat up.

"What time is it?" Huang Yongyu asked as he opened the dark green curtains.

After that, I was stunned.

"It's seven o'clock."

After Shao Bolin finished speaking, he was silent.

The two lying on the bottom bunk glanced at each other, then looked out the window together.

Outside the car window, a row of small animals is hanging under the glass window.

The toothy rabbit, the smiling fox, the humble panda, the rolling pig......

Head to head, face to face, each with its front paws stretched out and pressed against the window frame.

On the very edge, there is a reindeer lying on its stomach.

Although only half of his face was exposed, a small sparrow was parked on the exaggerated antlers.

At this moment, the little sparrow with his head tilted was looking at the two inside.

"Hey," Huang Yongyu was immediately happy: "This is fun!" ”

"Don't guess, it must be Jiangshan's doing!"

The thing on the glass window suddenly reminded Shao Bolin of the owl in Jiangshan when they first met.

The row of fat owls parked on the side is really similar to the row of animals picking the roots of the windows in front of them.

"Who else but him could do this?"

Huang Yongyu immediately stepped on the bed and gave Jiang Shan a butt on the top bunk: "It's time for breakfast." ”

"You did that thing in the window, right?"

"I'm also playing with drawing."

Huang Yongyu suddenly came to his senses: "Let's go, there are still a lot of windows outside, let's paint it happily today." ”

Jiang Shan's eyes lit up: "What do you want to paint?" ”

"It doesn't matter," Huang Yongyu put out a table of ink bowls: "I don't know if this train has a hundred windows, if there is, I will draw a water margin." ”

"Yongyu!" Shao Bolin hurriedly grabbed a pen, but he couldn't hold it back, so he drew clothes.

"Uncle Huang," Jiang Shan also instigated: "Let's change the title of the painting." ”

"Okay."

After only half a day's work, not a single one of the windows of these carriages where the expert group lived was spared.

Because of this, the last few hours near the end of the line have become the most relaxed moments for the experts on the train.

Until they stepped out of the car one after another, they didn't forget to look back a few more times.

The expert group that fell to the ground took a few more vans as soon as they left the station.

It took about another three hours of jolting for the vans to reach their destination.

By this time, it was already completely dark.

Jiang Shan, who got out of the car, helped Huang Yongyu, who had just woken up.

The eyes of the two looked around through the night.

I only vaguely see this guest house, which seems to be composed of a dozen or so small buildings.

Most of them have only two layers, which are distributed along the edges.

There is a garden in the middle, and most of the flowers and trees are fruit trees.

Zhang Lu, who was walking behind him, said sullenly: "Look outside!" ”

Several people immediately turned their heads in unison.

In the night, the People's Liberation Army standing on both sides of the gate can still be seen clearly.

"What is this place?" Jiang Shan asked softly.

Huang Yongyu didn't know: "Let's go in first!" ”

Finally, when I went in and inquired, it turned out that this was a guest house called "Ning Wo Zhuang".

The two live in the same house, and Jiangshan is naturally separated from Zhang Lu.

"I'll go," Jiang Shan went to bed as soon as he entered the door: "After two days on the train, I was not as tired as the three-hour van just now." ”

"One can sleep and run, and the other can curl up in the car, can you compare?"

"Did you see it on the road just now?" Jiang Shan leaned on the bed: "Everyone has a gun on their backs." ”

Zhang Lu, who was crooked on the sofa, nodded: "You also saw it, it seems that there has indeed been a lot of water, and there is still a thick pile of mud on the corner of the street!" ”

While the two were talking, there was a knock on the door outside.

Zhang Lu walked over and opened it, and a waitress walked in with two hot water bottles: "Hello leaders, this is hot water for you." ”

Jiang Shan and Zhang Lu looked at each other and smiled, and they really became leaders.

"Comrade," Jiang Shan asked, seizing the opportunity, "you have just walked through the flood?" ”

"Yes," the waiter straightened, "last month's incident, but there are still some places in the city where the water has not completely receded." ”

At the end of July 1979, the ancient city of Dunhuang suffered a catastrophic flood.

According to the local county records, such a flood has never occurred in the history of Dunhuang.

A few months later, the flood finally broke out in the news.

[At one o'clock in the morning, the flash flood overflowed the Danghe Reservoir, and then the reservoir burst its embankment.

The flood like a wild horse immediately poured into the city. 】

"Everywhere you can hear the shouts of water coming, hurry up," the waiter said, opening more and more:

"It happened to be my turn to work the night shift here, and I didn't know what to do in a daze?"

"Are you also drowning?"

"The shoes are all floating," the waiter's Mandarin faded away:

"In the middle of the night, the streets were full of donkey carts and camels, and it was a coincidence that our yard was also coincidental, and the Oilfield Exploration Institute had just bought dozens of Ford cars, which were parked in several of us, and they relied on them to pull us away."

"That's really a coincidence," Jiang Shante wanted to see the Ford car of this era: "What about the car?" Are you still in your hospital? ”

"Drove away early."

"On the way here, why did you see someone carrying a gun?"

"It is said that thousands of houses have collapsed, half of the shopping malls have collapsed, sewing machines and bicycles are piled up in the open space, but people are coming to stand guard."

"So that's the case," Jiang cadre nodded: "It's really hard for you." ”

"It's okay, thank you for your concern," the waitress smiled: "Fortunately, there are comrades from the oil field, and they came over with supplies the next day." ”

"Very good," Jiang Shan looked at Zhang Lu: "Comrade Zhang Lu, write down all of this, and post it in the report after a while." ”

"Okay," Zhang Lu said seriously: "Do you need to arrange it on the TV station?" ”

"Yes," Comrade Zhang Lu was really a good partner, Jiang Shan nodded and said, "Write down the name of this comrade as well." ”

"My name is Ling Humei," the waitress stood straighter: "Two leaders, are you tired after a day of travel?" I'll go get you some snacks again. ”

"Don't bother, Comrade Linghu."

"No trouble," the waiter smiled as he walked out the door, "the kitchens are all ready-made." ”

The door closed softly.

The two leaders lay down wholeheartedly.

"It's better to be a leader," Zhang Lu said from the bottom of his heart: "Otherwise, your tin cans and biscuits will definitely not be able to keep tonight." ”

"Look at your unproductive appearance," Jiangshan is the most protective of food: "You've been paying attention to them all the way, right?" ”

"What about a can?"

"You know a fart, am I the stingy person? When you get back to Pujiang, I'll treat you to a good meal. ”

"I'm all back, and I still need you to invite you?" Zhang Lu glanced at the door: "The key is that you can't eat here!" ”

"It's good that you know," Jiang Shan said in detail, "Do you know who these are for?" ”

"Who?"

"Deputy Director of the Dunhuang Research Institute."

"Hey," Zhang Lu really didn't expect: "You really have an acquaintance here?" ”

"I'm not familiar with her, I just know that it's not easy for her now......"

In later generations, in order to help publicize the work of "Digital Dunhuang Panorama Roaming", Jiang Shan had several encounters with Fan Jinshi, the director of the Dunhuang Research Institute.

I never thought that after wearing it, I could continue to have a front edge.

From a student who has not yet graduated to a dying old man, Fan Jinshi's life has almost been dedicated to Dunhuang.

Jiang Shan still remembers a past incident that Director Fan mentioned to himself in his previous life:

"In 1979, the vacancy was filled.

I couldn't rest assured that I took my 5-year-old son back to this land again.

I'm a researcher and a mother, and I can't let my child cry anymore......"

Before this, the youngest son, who lived in a relative's house, had been lost twice.

"The conditions in the institute have not been good," Jiang Shan continued.

"She and the child's nutrition can't keep up, so it's all up to his lover to carry the burden and send some every six months."

"His lover is a farmer?"

"Authentic university teachers!"

"It seems that the funds of the Dunhuang Research Institute are not enough."

"The key is in them, where to buy it?"

"I understand," Zhang Lu nodded: "Don't worry, I still have a bag of anti-motion sickness hawthorn tablets in my bag, and I will hand them over to the child when the time comes." ”

"Tut-tut, I haven't seen you take out a piece in the past few days!"

"Hehe, I'm glad I didn't take it out."

The two were discussing the hawthorn slices when Linghumei's knock sounded.

When the door was closed again, there was an extra plate of desert sandfowl and a plate of dim sum on the coffee table.

"This is...... Mooncakes? "Zhang Lu has never seen such a big one.

"Didn't Comrade Linghu say it," Jiang Shan looked at the moon cakes that were not much smaller than the plate: "This is a local special jujube mud moon cake, try it." ”

"Let's not eat," Comrade Zhang Lu was a thoughtful: "Let's bring a piece to the director's son." ”

"This is a local specialty," Jiang Shan had already broken off a piece: "They must be not bad for this." ”

As soon as Jiangshan's voice fell, Zhang Lu broke a bigger one.

On the morning of the second day, under the light rain all the way, the convoy of experts finally marched towards the Mogao Grottoes.

When I was about to see Mingsha Mountain, the rain gradually stopped.

"Look over there,"

Jiang Shan in the car suddenly pointed out the window and shouted.

Huang Yongyu, who was already in a daze, quickly opened his eyes: "What is that...... Gold Mountain? ”

On the Mingsha Mountain in the distance, there is a layer of glittering golden light, and there is a rainbow on the mountain faintly.

"God," Huang Yongyu sighed: "Hurry up and shoot it." ”

"It's shooting."

The Leica camera in Jiang Shan's hand, not to mention how good it is.

It is said that as early as 336 A.D., the monk Lezun was shocked by the golden vision on Mingsha Mountain.

After that, he followed the Buddha's instructions and stayed and began to dig the hole.

(End of chapter)