1980, New Year.

The people of Pujiang City are busy setting off firecrackers in the streets and alleys every day, meeting and saying Happy New Year!

Comrade Jiang Hai never imagined that one day he would stand in front of a historic site with several industry experts to talk about painting.

What he didn't expect was that he not only chatted, but also chatted in a good way.

According to the ancient adage of "if you talk too much, you will lose", Jiang Hai decided to accept it when he saw it.

Coincidentally, he has just made up his mind here, and Director Zhang has already taken action over there.

After saying goodbye at the entrance of the museum, Zhang Ju and Jiang Hai went down the steps.

Compared with when he came, Director Zhang's pace was much brisker.

"Jiang Hai, you can,"

Until this meeting, Zhang Ju was still unsatisfied: "I really didn't see it before, and there are still leading cadres with comprehensive knowledge like you in our team. ”

Jiang Hai smiled, he didn't expect it himself: "I won't tell you, I am also influenced by my family." ”

"I see," Zhang Ju understood: "I have long said that hearing and seeing is the best education. ”

The estrangement was lifted more smoothly than expected, and Zhang Ju patted Jiang Hai with a smile:

"You don't have to worry about Coca-Cola's advertising, I'll help you take care of it. Speaking of which, doing business with foreign businessmen is also a kind of attracting foreign capital. ”

"Thank you to the leaders for their support to our work," Jiang Hai and Zhang Ju walked side by side:

"But in order not to embarrass you, I have already talked to Jiang Shan, and he will discuss with the company to reduce the number of Coca-Cola billboards."

"Oh?" Zhang Ju knows that it is not easy: "It's naturally better to be like this, but in this way, Xiao Jiang won't be criticized, right?" ”

"Jiang Shan said, in order not to make it difficult for you, he will accept some grievances."

Jiang Hai was secretly shocked in his heart, why is the nonsense now getting smoother and smoother?

It seems that the work of self-criticism must continue.

"Comrade Xiao Jiang has a heart," the chapter bureau suddenly remembered the bits and pieces of the past: "You brought him a message for me, and the bureau has not forgotten him." ”

Jiangshan's "Chunfengdu" advertising company has been smooth sailing since its opening, even in the joint office of the newspaper office, no one can beat it.

The reason for this is that it can generate income, and second, it cannot be moved.

Let's ask this kind of company that can not only relieve the worries of the leader, but also not provoke right and wrong, which superior will not be welcome?

Take today's incident as an example, if it weren't for someone from Shangfeng asking Xie Zhiliu for him, the chapter bureau would never have taken this trick in person.

Jiang Hai understood what the other party meant: "Don't worry, Jiangshan also thinks of your goodness!" ”

Walking down the last step of the stairs, Zhang Ju and Jiang Hai said goodbye with a smile, and both walked in two directions.

As he walked, Zhang Ju remembered the scene in the museum just now.

Not to mention, Comrade Jiang Hai really gave the Minister of Propaganda a face.

Thinking of this, he paused and looked back.

Unexpectedly, I saw a familiar figure at this glance.

Not far away, two cars were parked in front of and behind them.

When Jiang Hai walked over, one of the car doors was pushed open.

"Brother," Jiang Shan's long legs took a step and got out of the car: "How is it?" ”

"You still need to ask," Jiang Hai had already lit a cigarette of good news: "With your brother's good memory, I still can't forget a few words." ”

In the distance, Zhang Ju, who was smiling at his aunt, looked at the brothers.

was just about to turn around, but he stood in place in shock: "Hiss...... No way? Am I dazzled? ”

Not long after Jiang Shan got out of the car, two cars in front of him and one behind him also lowered their windows.

Then, Li Guyi and Zhu Fengbo laughed at the car window

"The problem is solved, Editor-in-Chief Jiang."

"You see Jiang Hai smiling like that, it must be solved."

……

After the Pujiang Museum closed, the curator Xie Zhiliu stood at the door and did not move for a long time.

Although the figures of Jiang Hai and Zhang Ju have long disappeared from sight, Director Xie's thoughts are still in the previous exhibition hall.

"Lao Xie, what do you want?"

"It's not too early, let's prepare to withdraw."

The words of the two old subordinates did not affect Director Xie in the slightest.

[I really didn't leave any sense of style,

If you could find something on this painting as well......

The museum on the other side of the river can have three paintings at a time,

If only we could have a miracle here......]

At this moment, Jiang Hai's words kept echoing in Xie Zhiliu's ears.

Click, click, click......

The click, click, click, knock didn't stop for a moment.

Suddenly, Director Xie's feet moved.

"Come with me!"

As soon as Xie Lao's words fell, the two experts on the side only felt that a figure walked briskly in front of them.

"Lao Xie, what's the matter?"

"We're not off work."

When they turned around, Lao Xie had already walked straight towards the calligraphy and painting exhibition hall.

So, regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one, he followed.

The three of them went all the way until ...... "Snow Bamboo Picture" reappeared in the field of vision.

"Lao Li," Director Xie looked straight ahead: "Unlock the lock and take the painting!" ”

"What?"

"Pick the lock, take the painting."

"What, you want to see it again?"

"It's too late today, or we'll ...... tomorrow"

"Look at it now,"

Director Xie, who had a firm gaze, said in an unquestionable tone: "Hurry up and prepare!" ”

After a while, in the brightly lit office, a huge painting case stood in the center.

On it, there is an ancient painting that is about one meter five in length and about one meter wide.

As is customary, the three veteran experts wash their hands and put on their gloves.

While leaning down in front of the ancient painting, he also covered his mouth and nose in unison.

Three magnifying glasses, advancing little by little on the "Snow Bamboo Picture" at the same time.

Bamboo, leaves, stones, dark gray, light ink......

As it was many years ago, the dusky silk and familiar textures ...... It's still the same as it used to be.

I don't know how long it took, Xie Zhiliu finally straightened up with his waist.

"Alas!"

After a soft sigh, his eyes were full of disappointment: "It seems that I am thinking too much." ”

The two experts standing with him, of course, understood what he was thinking.

"It's been so many years, don't think about it, some things are barely coming."

"We've been looking at this painting for a long time, and if there is anything, we would have discovered it a long time ago."

Listening to the words of his old friend, Xie Zhiliu smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Yes, I should have given up a long time ago." ”

When he lowered his head again with a wry smile, his inadvertent gaze fell on one of the small frames.

"Shhhhh

Xie Zhiliu frowned, raised his hand and covered his mouth: "Do you think it's strange there?" ”

An expert covered his mouth and nose: "Where? ”

The other was the same: "Where do you look strange?" ”

Xie Zhiliu didn't reply a word, and after looking at the painting for a while, he got up and walked quickly to the other side of the table.

When the two experts saw this movement, they hurriedly followed.

After changing sides, the three old gentlemen bent down in unison.

For the first time in their lives, they looked at this "Snow Bamboo Picture" upside down.

The difference is that compared to the other two aimlessly casting their nets everywhere,

The magnifying glass in Xie Zhiliu's hand always stays on a bamboo knot on the right side of the picture.

Click, click, click......

When this familiar voice rang in my head again......

Xie Zhiliu's eyes suddenly trembled, and the flowers bloomed in front of him.

"Woo woo,"

Although the hand on his mouth trembled, the old gentleman still did not let go.

Seeing that he was so excited, the two beside him hurriedly covered their mouths and asked:

"Huh?"

"Wu Wu?"

Xie Zhiliu: "Uh-huh,"

As soon as I saw him nodding desperately and his eyes shining,

The two magnifying glasses hanging above the ancient painting quickly moved closer to a bamboo knot on the right.

After repeated focusing, the lines on the bamboo joints in the painting actually produced a physical reaction with the blessing of a magnifying glass.

Gradually, the original textured images began to be reassembled.

Under the eyes of the six eyes, on the gray-yellow bamboo joints, eight black ink seal scripts hidden for thousands of years were faintly revealed.

Click......

The three magnifying glasses trembled when they touched each other.

Then, the three old gentlemen, who couldn't help it, straightened their waists at the same time.

Xie Zhiliu trembled: "Have you seen it all?" ”

An expert is not much calmer than him: "The price of this bamboo is ......"

Another excitedly recited: "Huang ...... Gold...... Hundred...... Two! ”

At this time, Xie Zhiliu, who was already in tears, looked up to the sky and asked, "I'm not dreaming, am I?" ”

One turned around and hid his face: "No! ”

Another nodded heavily: "Promise MZX that we're not dreaming." ”

After a while, when the three old gentlemen confirmed the picture again, they shook their heads with emotion.

"It's true that the longer we live, the more strange things happen, why didn't we find out after watching it for so long before?"

"I don't understand this yet, let's not look backwards."

"Yes," an old gentleman wondered: "Old Xie, what's wrong with you today?" Why did you suddenly think of changing directions? ”

"Huh,"

Xie Zhiliu himself was still strange: "It's not because I don't give up, but when I hear what the young man said just now, I am even more unwilling." ”

Somehow?

The newspaper editor-in-chief inadvertently clicked the place, and the more he looked at it, the more awkward he felt.

I always feel that the depth of that section of bamboo is more complicated than other places.

An eyesight of the level of Xie Zhiliu is born with a grid.

It's okay that I didn't focus on it before, but once it was put into focus.

The picture naturally goes into formatting.

"In this case, we really have to thank the editor-in-chief of "Oriental Metropolis Daily".

"Isn't it," said another, the more he thought about it, the more he thought it should: "He not only helped us increase the number of visitors, but also encouraged us to look at the paintings again?" ”

"It's true that you should thank him well," Xie Zhiliu hadn't smiled so comfortably for a long time, but quickly: "This bamboo price is a hundred taels of gold?" What do you say, "What does it mean?" ”

"Yes, if this painting is indeed made by Xu Xi, then what is the meaning of his painstaking efforts to write these words?"

"The price of this bamboo weighs a hundred taels of gold," Xie Zhiliu paced slowly: "Could it be ...... There are a hundred taels of gold hidden in this bamboo? ”

"Treasure map?"

One expert was shocked: "It's very likely, in such a chaotic world, it's really not strange to want to hide some gold." ”

"Oh, that's not something you and I can figure out,"

Another old gentleman looked at Xie Zhiliu and said with a smile: "Old Xie, your discovery today will definitely cause a sensation in the entire painting world tomorrow." ”

"Absolutely, not only that, but our Pujiang Museum finally has an ancient painting that can be compared to the other side."

"This is true, congratulations to Lao Xie."

"This is indeed something worth celebrating," Xie Zhiliu behind his hands looked at "Snow Bamboo Picture" with a smile: "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, you really talked to me!" ”

In the next second, Director Xie, who was proud of the spring breeze, dialed left and right: "By the way, who of you two knows the phone number of Oriental Metropolis Daily?" ”

……

Jiang, the editor-in-chief of Oriental Metropolis Daily, was chatting with the behind-the-scenes promoters in the car all the way.

"Third child, you should really go and take a good look another day," Jiang Hai still can't remember the ancient rhyme: "I really didn't leave half a word, and I don't know what this painter is drawing?" ”

"The life of the ancients is relatively monotonous," Jiang Shan has always been understanding: "I guess it's too boring to be idle, and he doesn't want to tell you who he is." ”

Jiang Hai: "Yes, after all, there is not even a single electricity." ”

"Actually, this is not a bad thing," Jiang Shan said: "If he doesn't rectify the loopholes in the industry, how can he show the level of experts in later generations?" ”

"Then what do you think," Jiang Hai had long wanted to ask, "Who painted "Snow Bamboo Picture"? ”

"Where do I know where to go," Jiang Shan leaned on the chair with his arms on his pillow: "I haven't figured out anything about the era, let alone the author." ”

Not to mention the author, even the painting of whether the double silk is put together is destined to be an eternal mystery!

"As I said before," Jiang Shan said, "there is no end to the course of history, and one day a few shovels of soil will be dug up, and a cultural relic that will change history will be excavated." ”

Hu Xiao nodded: "Jiangshan's words are reasonable, in addition to the annals and unearthed cultural relics, it is also a good reference. ”

"So," asked Wang Jieshi, who was in the same car, "the master of painting must also learn history well." ”

"Being proficient in history can not only help you appreciate paintings, but also benefit from ancient paintings," Jiang Shan, who was sitting in the front row, looked back and said:

"More than 200 years ago, Gao Fenghan, a painter who was one of the eight eccentrics of Yangzhou in the Qing Dynasty, went out of the city for an outing.

On the way, he saw a strange shape of the jar in the hand of an old farmer, so he approached curiously.

The more Gao Fenghan looked at it, the more he liked it, so he paid for it and bought it back.

Maybe because he liked it too much, Gao Fenghan painted this strange-shaped jar after he went back.

In this way, a well-informed Bogutu was born.

In 1960, a professor in the Department of History of Shandong University came across this Bogu map by chance.

However, it was only an occasional glance that the strangely shaped jar in the painting caught his attention.

After careful identification, the professor concluded that the jar in the painting was not simple.

Later, at his suggestion, the relevant departments relied on what was mentioned in the inscription in the painting: 'The old tile kiln on the edge of the city of Jiezi, Tianfu dug it out and said that the previous dynasty. ’

The excavation has unearthed a site of the New Age period, which is the Sanlihe site in Jiaozhou.

What is particularly interesting is that the professor of Shandong University also dug up a jar that is exactly the same as the one in the painting during the excavation. ”

"What Neolithic is this?" Wang Jieshi had no concept at all: "Is it very early?" ”

Jiang Shan nodded: "It belongs to a prehistoric civilization, more than 4,300 years ago. ”

Hu Xiao: "Prehistoric civilization, it is indeed not new. ”

Jiang Hai: "It hasn't been broken for more than 4,000 years? This jar is really sturdy! ”

At night, two cars walked all the way in Pujiang City.

After the guests waiting for the bus got off one after another, the door of the Oriental Metropolis Daily was also close at hand.

(End of chapter)