A peacock blue brocade box with a square ruler length rests on a white tablecloth, no matter how you look at it, it is not inferior to the wooden box of Dunhill.

"I have a gift too?" Jiangshan's mood at this meeting is really good.

After all, he also loves such unexpected surprises.

"Of course," Huang Yongyu pointed to the gift box with his pipe: "Open it and see if you like it?" ”

At this time, not only Jiangshan, but several people sitting there were looking at this brocade box curiously.

"Don't say it," Jiang Shan stretched out his hand to the brocade box: "I'm still a little nervous." ”

As he spoke, the brocade box had been opened.

"What is this?"

Before opening the brocade box, Jiang Shan had quickly come up with several conjectures.

It's a pity that none of them hit.

"Zhucui, Xianque, Queen Mother Honor Guard," Jiang Shan only felt a gorgeous and familiar surprise, rushing to his face:

"Isn't this my previous painting of the Nine Dragons and Four Winds, you made it into a board painting?"

"Yes, Xiaojiang," Shao Bolin couldn't help but boast, "I can actually see at a glance that this is a panel painting." ”

"If you can't even see this, don't bother me in the future!"

Knowing Huang Yongyu's "Ashima" board painting skills, this meeting has been full of surprise to pick up a table in the brocade box.

To get such a gift, Jiangshan can really be happy for a year.

The painting in my hand at this moment is the "Nine Dragons and Four Phoenix Crowns" painted for Shen Congwen in Dunhuang before.

This crown was enjoyed by Empress Qinzong of the Song Dynasty during her lifetime, layered and inlaid with jade and gold.

How fine Jiangshan was painted at that time, how laborious Huang Yongyu carved later.

"This crown is not very easy to carve," Jiang Shan looked at the texture little by little: "How much effort did you spend?" ”

The size and details are almost the same, but they add some color on the basis of their own fine brushwork.

However, it is these pearlescent green that make the whole picture reveal the sky-high luxury of the six palaces.

"I'll just tell you that," Huang Yongyu gritted his teeth and said, "Before I start, my plan is to carve out your four crowns, but I ...... after I start to do it."

"And the plan was canceled." Jiang Shan looked at the unique unique product in his hand, and his shoulders were shaking with laughter.

"Your teacher Huang said before that after it's finished, let me give you another set of stamps for the crown series."

Regardless of whether he got his wish later, when Shao Bolin heard Huang Yongyu's suggestion, he really felt that it was a good proposal.

"Don't mention it, don't mention it," Huang Yongyu smiled and shook his pipe: "Even if I only finish this one, I'm already very happy." ”

Jiang Shan nodded: "I'm also very happy." ”

At this time, the setting of the table has fallen into the hands of Chen Peisi and Liu Xiaoqing.

Including the two little guys on the side, they also came over.

"This gift has been prepared for a long time, right?" Jiang Shan intimately served a bowl of sweet soup for Mr. Huang: "I just like you like it like this?" ”

"Don't be pretty,"

How could Huang Yongyu admit that this was the result of a discussion between himself and his cousin: "If it weren't for my cousin's intercession, I wouldn't have bothered to bother." ”

"Your cousin's suggestion?"

"I forgot to inform you of something," as soon as Shen Congwen was mentioned, Huang Yongyu remembered:

"The four back crown pictures you drew will be put on the pages of "Research on Ancient Chinese Costumes", and the one in your hand has been selected as the back cover picture."

"Professor Shen's Study of Ancient Chinese Costumes?" Jiangshan is trying to stabilize his mind, and this book can be used as a national gift in the future, and he will travel everywhere.

"Can you find a second one?"

"Thank you for the cultivation of the two masters,"

Jiang Shan immediately expressed his deep gratitude.

At this time, his heart is clearer than the mirror, and he sincerely feels that the gifts that these two have pondered can only be described as wonderful!

His paintings were not only selected into Shen Congwen's books, but one of them was also fortunate to be made into a plate painting by Huang Yongyu.

What is this not a carry?

Why did Fan Zeng die before, begging for nothing, and he had to worship Shen Congwen as a teacher?

Among them, the wonder of splashing the sky, who gets it, who knows!

"But don't call me a master," Huang Yongyu waved his hand at Jiang Shan, he didn't like this: "I can't get used to hearing this." ”

"How is your cousin?" Jiang Shan will really miss the old gentleman who laughs all day long.

"The director who was just promoted a while ago," Huang Yongyu's mouth showed a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Master Shen's recent days, don't mention how annoying it is." ”

"Where did you start with that?"

"Since I got Shen Lao's "Research on Ancient Chinese Costumes" from the Business Publishing House, the publishing house where he commissioned the manuscript has not been interrupted."

Shao Bolin nodded, and then added: "Even the publishing house in Xiangjiang has called." ”

Just last month, the year-end greetings of the top leaders emphasized the following sentence: from now on, what to write and how to write can only be explored and gradually ...... by artists in artistic practice

The next month, in 1980, at the first annual conference on the study of modern literature.

President Wang Yao pointed out in his speech: For a writer who has written more than 30 books and has his own style, he has not received the attention we should give for a long time......

Maybe it's a coincidence, or maybe it's to respond to the call from above.

Jiangshan understands that the "Shen Congwen fever", which was supposed to appear in the early 80s, has already kicked off in advance.

Compared with some calls from the mainland, Jiangshan believes that the operation of Wanwan and Xiangjiang is the direct starting gun of "Shen Congwen" fever.

"Actually, as early as 1961," Huang Yongyu said, looking at Jiang Shan, "Yale University once published a book called Modern Chinese History." ”

Although the book has not been published in the mainland, it has been translated and published by Wanwan and Xiangjiang at the same time this year.

It didn't take long for this translation to reach the mainland.

In this book, the length of Shen Congwen is basically the same as that of Lu Xun.

Shen Congwen is also called "the greatest impressionist in modern Chinese literature" in this book.

Although at this moment, the relevant people in China have not yet understood what it means to be an impressionist in modern literature, it has not delayed them at all from starting to look at Master Shen, who was extremely unappreciated before.

"What do you mean by an impressionist in modern literature?"

At this time, several people sitting here did not understand the meaning of this official position, but fortunately, Deputy Jiang stepped forward to ask questions.

"How do I know," Huang Yongyu also heard for the first time: "Don't talk about you, even my cousin himself doesn't understand." ”

"......" Jiang Shan was stunned for a moment, but quickly gave a definition: "It doesn't matter what it means, it doesn't sound ordinary anyway." ”

"That's right," Chen Peisi also agreed: "Just listening to it, I feel advanced." ”

"Huh!" Huang Yongyu snorted coldly.

"What are you?"

"Xiao Jiang, haven't you seen it," Huang Yongyu didn't vomit unhappily: "Those friends and disciples who haven't appeared for many years before have all started to write some articles about my cousin this time." ”

With the continuous efforts of a large number of newspapers and periodicals, all of Shen Congwen's previous works will be excavated one after another.

By next year, Shen Congwen will not only receive many invitations to speak and teach abroad, but will also be nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature twice in a row in the 80s.

In 1988, he was shortlisted for the Nobel Prize in Literature.

It's a pity that the end of Shen's life will also arrive in the same year, and they didn't wait for the moment when the winners were announced.

"You don't write two?" Jiang Shan feels that Huang Yongyu is the person who should write the most.

"Of course I have to write," Huang Yongyu was afraid that outsiders would only scratch his cousin's sore spots: "I have already received requests from several publishing houses." ”

"You must remind me after you write it," Jiang Shan knew Huang Yongyu's style: "It must be good-looking." ”

"That's," Huang Yongyu didn't give in: "Xiao Jiang, you also write, outsiders are rushing up, you are our own people." ”

Huang Yongyu, who was afraid that this kid wouldn't catch up, suddenly remembered after he said this.

When Shen Congwen was still at a low ebb, Comrade Xiao Jiang had already published continuously for him:

"The Finishing Touches Behind the Success of the Silk Road Flower Rain", "20 Years of Persistence, Just Because of the Prime Minister's Words", "The Story Behind the Book of Ancient Chinese Costume Research", ......

In the view of Huang Yongyu and Shen Congwen, it was Jiangshan's articles that were reprinted by various newspapers and periodicals that completely made the publishing houses go straight to "Ancient Costume Research".

Compared with those things that appear now, Jiangshan's descendants are called a fighter.

Thinking of this, Huang Yongyu's eyes looked at Jiang Shan with even more relief: "Xiao Jiang." ”

"Huh?"

"Haven't you been preparing interviews with various colleges and universities lately," Huang Yongyu said.

"If you are interested in Pujiang Normal University, your teacher Shen can help you get in touch."

"Teacher Shen has acquaintances at Normal University?"

"The history museum of Normal University was built with the help of my cousin, can you be familiar with it!"

"Really?" It's the first time Jiang Shan has heard of this.

"At that time, due to limited funds," Huang Yongyu recalled, "the head of the history department of Normal University asked my cousin to buy a batch of cultural relics left over from the museum......

Not only is the price cheap, but the quality is second only to the national collection standard.

Not only that, Shen Congwen also sent his treasured Qianlong Palace paper and several precious silk fabrics into the exhibition room of the Normal University Museum because of the relationship between his friends.

To this day, it is still a palace-level teaching aid for the history department of Normal University.

"Then I'll have to take a look."

At this time, Chen Peisi, who was sitting next to Jiang Shan, had already put the back crown print, which was a combination of the two families, back into the brocade box.

"Keep it away," Chen Peisi enviously closed the lid of the brocade box.

It wasn't until the lid of the box was completely closed that Liu Xiaoqing was reluctant to withdraw his gaze: "This is called a work of art!" ”

"Come on, come on, everybody's got it,"

Seeing that the dishes were almost served, Jiang Shan smiled and took out a few boxes of tapes from his bag:

"We all have to be happy for me next year, and no one is allowed to be left behind."

"It's a tape," Liu Xiaoqing was the first to take it: "Zhu Fengbo has a tape?" ”

Chen Peisi was also watching carefully: ""Roses Bloom Everywhere, is this song good?" ”

"Haven't you heard?" Huang Yongyu looked at the table of contents on the cover of the tape: "I seem to have heard all the songs on it." ”

"Yes," Shao Bolin, who was the slowest in action, just took out his reading glasses and put them on: "I'll see what songs they are." ”

At this table, while admiring the rarity in their hands, the two guests at the table were looking at them with a look of surprise.

One of them couldn't help but stretch his neck.

"The theme song in the movie "Wedding" I made last year was sung by Mr. Zhu."

Looking at the familiar figure on the tape, Liu Xiaoqing couldn't help but hum a few words.

"Comrade Xiao Liu sings very well," Shao Bolin didn't expect to hear Liu Xiaoqing's singing on the spot: "I remember the theme song of "Little Flower", you also sang it, right? ”

"Yes, it's called "Velvet Flower"" Liu Xiaoqing seems to be addicted to singing: "But I prefer this one, my sister is looking for my brother to cry~"

"It's good," Huang Yongyu couldn't help but praise: "You sang this song in the movie?" ”

"It was sung by Teacher Li Guyi," Liu Xiaoqing smiled, but the next second: "It's a pity." ”

"What a pity?" Huang Yongyu asked.

"Haven't you heard? The two songs in "Little Flower" have been designated as glamorous sounds and yellow songs. ”

"Yellow?" Shao Bolin's reaction was the greatest: "My sister can also become a beautiful voice when she finds her own brother?" ”

"There must be some bastard who came to a conclusion," Huang Yongyu obviously hadn't heard of it: "I think it's just that they are too full to eat." ”

Chen Peisi had heard about this a long time ago, and he had always wanted to figure out a question: "Why do the songs that I think are good end up being pornographic songs?" ”

In one sentence, it directly made the country happy.

Like everyone else, he didn't know why?

But, what is even more incredible is that soon even songs like "Night at the Military Port" will be included in the ranks of yellow songs.

You know, this is a song tailored for Su Xiaoming by the Haizheng Song and Dance Troupe.

"Openness is not about everything."

"Hum around, how can there be a little military momentum."

"Soldiers should be vigilant, how can they sing songs that make them sleep!"

"The Night of the Military Port" was stabbed in front of Chief Ye.

After listening carefully to "The Night of the Military Port", this person immediately gave an order: "Boldly act, boldly sing!" ”

This made "Night of the Military Port" win the first place in the national excellent song selection in 1980.

"Yes," Jiang Shan smiled bitterly: "It seems that in addition to "Roses Bloom Everywhere" and "Hometown Love" in my hand, the team of Glamorous Voices is getting bigger and bigger. ”

"I said Jiangshan," Chen Peisi wanted to ask just now: "Where did you get all these tapes, they are all sung by Zhu Fengbo, and there are no other songs." ”

"Yes," said a few more in the guest house, "what song do you want to hear, but I'll tell you in advance, I'm all in the best of the best." ”

"Hahaha," Liu Xiaoqing almost choked on a sip of tea: "It's okay, he loves to listen to the beautiful sound." ”

"If "Hometown Love" is also a beautiful sound," Mr. Shao let out: "Then I also love to listen to the beautiful sound." ”

"Me too," Chen Peisi really didn't hide it: "As for those Teresa Teng's beautiful voices, I love to listen to every one." ”

"You are dangerous, be careful to catch it," Huang Yongyu pointed at Chen Peisi with a pipe, and then turned his face to look at Jiang Shan again:

"Xiao Jiang, do you have Teresa Teng's song?"

Talking and laughing, no one noticed the movement at the table.

But the two comrades at the table were quietly listening to their movements.

From time to time, they will lean together and whisper a few words.

"Jiangshan," Liu Xiaoqing looked at the tape in everyone's hands curiously: "Where did you get this tape, why can't you see a single tape in Yanjing?" ”

"Everyone, let's be honest, this cassette is the first stereo cassette recorded in our mainland, and it has achieved sales of up to 100,000 in Xiangjiang,"

The words in front of it are exactly the same words, followed by the following: "It's a pity that even one-fifth of the sales task was not completed." ”

"Xiangjiang?" Liu Xiaoqing's big eyes widened roundly: "Not Pujiang?" ”

Chen Peisi stretched out ten fingers: "One hundred thousand? ”

"Why give them 100,000,000," Huang Yongyu couldn't listen to this: "Don't you give Yanjing a box?" ”

"Isn't this already there?"

Jiang Shan pointed to the tape on the table: "In the next three months, there will be more "Roses Bloom Everywhere" in front of you. ”

Shao Bolin looked at him strangely: "How do you know?" ”

Jiang Shan smiled: "Because this is my next task!" ”

After speaking, Jiang Shan withdrew his outstretched hands.

"You've got it,"

Liu Xiaoqing, who was amused by him, was just about to reach out and hit him.

But he never thought that he was photographed from behind by others first.

"Xiaoqing," a familiar voice followed.

"Ah," Liu Xiaoqing hurriedly looked back, and his eyes were immediately full of surprise: "What a coincidence, you are also in the Yanjing Hotel?" ”

At this time, the shocked catties and taels were not much lighter than Liu Xiaoqing.

And Li Guyi and Gu Jianfen at this meeting were also looking at him with a smile.

(End of chapter)