February 16, 1980, Yanjing, Dayabao Hutong.

Huang Yongyu was sitting at his own home handing out five sets of monkey stamps for the New Year of Gengshen and five first day covers of monkey stamps stamped with four postmarks, carefully typing the bags.

On the other side of the bookcase, Wang Shixiang, who had not yet been next to Ma Weidu, was asking vigorously: "Yongyu, did you hear what I asked you?" ”

"What?"

"Tsk, it's your cousin's book, who are you looking for help?"

'My cousin wants to publish a book, and he needs to find someone to help?' Huang Yongyu refused to admit it: "You don't know how many publishing houses were begging him at the beginning." ”

"Pull it down,"

Wang Shixiang picked up a small wooden box on the bookcase and played with it: "To tell you the truth, it was your cousin who asked me to come to you." ”

"Okay, let him stop saying it, don't say it, he will poke me out so soon!" Huang Yongyu shook his head, took a brush and wrote on the cowhide package.

"Still hiding with me?" Wang Shixiang was not happy, and glared at Huang Yongyu across the table.

"I don't want to hide it, mainly because I'm worried that the news will leak and affect others."

"Don't worry, I won't say anything," Wang Shixiang began to lower his voice as soon as he said this: "Because, I am also here for this." ”

"What? Do you want to publish a book too? ”

Huang Yongyu raised his eyes and looked at this once, capital, and number one gentleman.

We all know that the capital is not only rich in fallen brothers, but also rich in awesome masters.

But when it comes to the master in front of him, a hundred Wang Sicong can't play.

Of course, this was all a long time ago.

Wang Shixiang, who is now 60 years old, was once given the code name of the first player in Beijing.

The ancestor was the secretary of the Ministry of Works, the great-grandfather was the secretary of the Criminal Department, and the grandfather was another secretary of the Ministry of Works.

When it came to Wang Shixiang's generation, the Wang family was still violent.

His father is the secretary of the Beiyang Government Guowu Academy; Mother and all her uncles have become well-known figures in the painting world.

Therefore, like Wang Shixiang, the official eunuch brother, when he is small, he is the master of a brocade hat and mink fur, and he leads Huang Huang on the left and Qingcang on the right.

But people not only pick up graves and fight crickets, boil eagles and walk birds, but also play these carving insect skills into an elegant hall.

"Cricket Spectrum Collection", "Ming Dynasty Pigeon Jing Qing Palace Pigeon Spectrum" ...... They are all compulsory books for lovers of later generations.

Even if he changed to a collection halfway, he also "played" a number of Taobao guides in the antique world.

"Commentary on the Decoration Record", "Ancient Chinese Lacquerware", "Appreciation of Ming-style Furniture", ...... This book is the unreleased volume of Ma Weidu.

In 1945, the Japanese army surrendered, and on the recommendation of Liang Sicheng, Ma Heng, then the director of the Palace Museum, appointed Wang Shixiang to go north to investigate the damaged cultural relics of the Forbidden City.

Wang Shixiang grabbed a list of cultural relics and found Song Ziwen.

They directly copied the nest of German-Chinese antiquities dealers and recovered hundreds of priceless cultural relics.

After that, the "Cultural Relics Clearance Association" was established in Chongqing.

After the cultural relics recovery team sent out by the Nationalist Government was hit by Japan, the burden of recovering cultural relics fell on Wang Shixiang's shoulders.

At the same time, the two cities of Shanghai and Guangzhou also sent expert delegations to Japan.

But in the end, only Wang Shixiang's team brought back cultural relics.

Among the thousands of treasures, there are as many as 110 boxes of good books alone. (Rare books: ancient books with high cultural value and historical significance.) ）

Even the Chinese cultural context of national treasures such as "The Book of the Later Han Dynasty", "The Book of Rites", and "Yongle Dadian" was almost lost by Xiao Ri-this volume.

For this reason, Zheng Zhenduo once shouted: If it weren't for Wang Shixiang, if the Chinese people wanted to study their own culture in the future, wouldn't they have to go to Japan.

When he returned to Fangjiayuan, his courtyard had already become a miscellaneous courtyard.

Don't say anything about brocade hat and mink fur, being able to light a coal stove in each of the three rooms left for him can already make Wang Shixiang burst into tears.

At this time, facing Wang Shixiang who was wearing a blue cloth thick jacket.

Huang Yongyu, who was full of doubts, took a puff of cigarette: "You also have a book that can't be published?" ”

Wang Shixiang nodded with a serious expression: "It took nearly 20 years for your cousin's "Research on Ancient Costumes" to be published, and it has been 30 years since I received the task of this book. ”

"Is that true?"

Seeing Wang Shixiang's rare solemn appearance, Huang Yongyu hurriedly put down the pen and ink in his hand: "What's going on, tell me about it." ”

"Do you remember when you almost greeted me with a brick for a book?"

"Is there such a thing? How come I don't remember? ”

"Why not," Wang Shixiang remembered clearly: "Zhang Guangyu was still living in the dormitory of the Academy of Fine Arts, I went to give him a book, and you happened to be there that day, so I picked it up and read it......"

"I remembered," Huang Yongyu can be regarded as remembering:

"I didn't even read the title that day, and you jerked it back. At that time, I picked up a hard guy on the table, and I wanted to call it directly on your head, but then I thought it was in Guangyu's house, so I put up with it again. ”

At the beginning, Wang Shixiang didn't look down on Huang Yongyu, just because this book was obscure and difficult to understand, and ordinary people couldn't understand it at all: "After listening to Guangyu's introduction, I knew who you were!" ”

A few days later, when Huang Yongyu went to Zhang Guangyu's house as a guest again, Wang Shixiang in the house stood up directly and rushed out.

At that time, Huang Yongyu was angry, and he said that he would chase him out and fight.

Just when several people in the house were desperately arguing, Wang Shixiang ran back again.

After handing out a book with both hands, he said word by word: "I, Wang Shixiang, you Huang Yongyu, please enjoy the "Ornament Record". ”

Huang Yongyu looked down and saw that the blue cover line bound book was the book a few days ago.

Good guy, Wang Shixiang's move directly made the two of them turn their rivalry into jade silk.

Since then, the two of you have come and gone.

"What year is that old yellow calendar, do you still remember?"

Huang Yongyu carried a teapot and added a cup of hot tea to Wang Shixiang: "Is it ...... That's the book you're talking about? I remember it was a manuscript! ”

"I don't have that ability," Wang Shixiang took a sip of tea while it was hot: "Thirty years ago, Mr. Zhu Qichao handed over this book to me, and he knew that I had a hobby in this area, so he gave me the task of interpreting this book. ”

After that, Wang Shixiang took out the two books he was carrying.

One is the manuscript of "Ornament Record", and the other is the manuscript of "Commentary on Ornament Record".

Looking at the thick manuscript on the bookcase, Huang Yongyu was directly stunned: "How many annotations have you written for this?" ”

"If you talk about the number of words," Wang Shixiang smiled: "This annotation is already 20 times the size of the original book, from 1948 to 1958, I wrote for 10 years......

Because it was never published, in the next 20 years, Wang Shixiang continued to refine it.

That's what it is today.

Looking at the old acquaintance in front of him, Huang Yongyu sighed deeply: "I can't hide it, my cousin's book can be published because of the blessing of one of my little friends." ”

"Little friend?" Wang Shixiang quickly went through it in his mind: "Which little friend, why haven't I heard you mention it?" ”

"It's only been since you've been back, it's weird to hear about it," Huang Yongyu said, pointing to the brown paper package on the table:

"My little friend is the editor of a newspaper in Pujiang, and he is very popular and has a good brain, so I'll help you ask about it another day."

"The editor of a newspaper?" Wang Shixiang wondered: "Can you handle your cousin's business?" ”

"Don't underestimate him," Huang Yongyute proudly patted the brown paper package: "Do you know how the monkey ticket between me and Berlin passed the trial smoothly?" ”

"......" Wang Shixiang was silent, just waiting for the other party to continue to say the following.

"It's still up to him!"

"Is this little friend of yours really just a newspaper editor?" Wang Shixiang couldn't believe it: "Don't fool me, I've seen the world anyway." ”

"Believe it or not," Huang Yongyu said too lazy to elaborate:

"My little friend's name is Jiang Shan, although he is not very old, he has good work in his hands, the key is that he understands me!"

"For example?"

"See this pipe?"

Wang Shixiang glanced at the small wooden box he had just played with: "I've seen it a long time ago, I still want to ask where you got Dunhill?" ”

"Did you see the owls in the outhouse?"

"Of course I do."

"These are all sent by him."

"He helped you and gave you something?" The more Wang Shixiang listened, the more confused he became: "It's all not simple things, Yongyu, your little friend is good to you!" ”

"Excellent!"

"The key is ability!"

"That is, Jiangshan is indeed not a fuel-efficient lamp!" Huang Yongyu, who rarely played a majestic role in front of Wang Shixiang, exhaled a string of thin smoke beautifully.

Wang Shixiang, who has always been able to afford to let go, let him go proudly: "Then do you think he can do this with me?" ”

"......" Huang Yongyu took a sip of his pipe and pondered: "The key, this thing of yours belongs to the 4 old, according to the current situation...... We have to look at the current situation. ”

"What do you mean?"

"That means I'll call you first."

"That's pretty much it."

The voice was just right.

Before Huang Yongyu's hand touched the phone, Shen Congwen walked in angrily.

The Shen family, who has always been happy, will be full of sadness.

The two people in the room were all stunned.

"What's wrong?" Wang Shixiang and Shen Congwen's friendship is longer than Huang Yongyu: "Where are you angry again?" ”

"Who?" Huang Yongyu's temper was about to burst: "Who is it this time?" ”

“…… Alas," Shen Congwen, who sat down, sighed slowly after half a sound: "I just went to see Boju." ”

Wang Shixiang and Huang Yongyu were stunned and glanced at each other.

Shen Congwen didn't care about the two of them, and continued to sigh: "As soon as the weather is cold, his old problem has been committed again." ”

"Alas," Wang Shixiang sighed with him, "I'll go to his house in a while." ”

"He's not at home, he was admitted to the hospital two days ago," Shen Congwen, who was full of white hair, shook his head: "The eight-person ward is noisy, and his wife wants to change a single room for him, but he is told that the level is not enough to change." ”

"What? Zhang Boju's level is not enough? Wang Shixiang felt his blood pressure rub and jumped up: "The things he Zhang Boju donated to Yanda are enough to build a few hospitals, and he still thinks his level is not enough?" ”

Huang Yongyu didn't speak in a hurry, but only glanced at Shen Congwen, who had also experienced this before: "Or, will you help him Zhang Luo Zhang Luo?" ”

"I've been on the phone for a long time."

"Doesn't work?"

Shen Congwen smiled bitterly: "All I can find are cultural units, it's not right!" ”

"Alas," Huang Yongyu looked at Wang Shixiang again: "Or, you can think of a way?" ”

"Me?"

Wang Shixiang, a down-and-out disciple of the Eight Banners, also smiled wryly: "You forgot? We and your cousin are in the same system? ”

"Gotcha,"

Huang Yongyu, who knew that he couldn't handle this porcelain job, looked at the phone again: "I'll help you inquire about the book first!" ”

……

At this time, Comrade Jiangshan, who was thousands of miles away, was standing in the fourth workshop of Pujiang Garment No. 2 Factory.

In the face of the cameras and cameras shuttling back and forth in front of them, the female employees in the workshop all had nervous and excited expressions.

"Filming is about to start, don't be nervous,"

Jiang Xiangnan, who was wearing dark blue overalls, paced back and forth in the aisles: "We've been practicing for so many days, and it's definitely no problem for a while." ”

After speaking, Jiang Xiangnan went straight to the window with a majestic spirit, and waved his hand to the group of people watching the excitement outside the window.

"Yes, it's definitely no problem," Jiang Shan, who stood next to the camera, always smiled: "Aunts and sisters, you really surprised me, your performance just now is about to catch up with professional actors." ”

was praised by Jiang Shan like this, and the female comrades in the workshop immediately showed smiling faces.

"Look, now I don't need to be reminded to start smiling," Jiang Shan continued to encourage: "Everyone will stay like this, follow the previous steps and go through it again, and everyone will ......be in place."

The photographer of Pujiang TV Station, who received the signal, nodded at Jiangshan.

Jiang Shan immediately raised his hand and waved: "Start shooting!" ”

The tape recorder, which was already in place, immediately played at its maximum volume.

When the prelude ended, Liu Xiaoqing, who was wearing blue overalls, sang loudly in the aisle lined up with rows of sewing machines-

I love you China,

I love you China,

I love your vigorous seedlings in spring,

I love the golden fruits of your autumn

……

When Liu Xiaoqing sang and walked to the front of the aisle, the female workers who were sitting in front of the sewing machine behind him stood up in one direction.

Then, the entire fourth workshop sounded the song of "I love you, China"-

I love you, green pine temperament,

I love you, red plum character,

……

I'm going to dedicate the most beautiful song to you,

My mother, my homeland......

In order to correspond to the opening scene of "Young Friends Come to Meet", Jiangshan prepared a finale of "I Love You, China" for the "New Star Concert".

These days, this song is being sung in all corners of Pujiang City.

Fire Protection, Public Security, Hospital, Baosteel ......

According to the script prepared by Jiang Shan for Pujiang TV, people from all walks of life are carrying machines to run around for the online version of the "Rising Star Concert".

In addition to on-site shooting, on the day of the concert, all camps from the society will also enter the Wanti Hall to sing in unison.

After a few days, people from all walks of life who were moving around in a row did not return to the conference room of the TV station until nightfall.

"Jiang Dao,"

As soon as he saw Jiang Shan enter the door, Zhang Lu greeted him: "Thank you Jiang Dao." ”

"Director Zhang, you've worked hard too,"

Jiang Shan shook Zhang Lu's hand vigorously: "Are you all here?" ”

"Don't worry, everyone is here," Zhang Lu took a small step in: "No, I'm just waiting for you to have a meeting." ”

"Then let's talk nonsense," Jiang Shan walked into the door without giving in: "Align the granularity first, and then discuss the rest of the matter......"

(End of chapter)