Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 64 A bolt of lightning penetrated deep into the bone marrow
He remembered it very seriously, and when Huang Hua was expressing his feelings, he didn't forget to quickly roll up a piece of cake and stuff it into his mouth.

This scene fell in the eyes of Master Gu, who immediately picked up the Mu Xu meat and put a small half of it in Jiangshan's small plate.

Just now, Jiang Shan looked dazed in the conference room, exactly the same as when he told him about the "Quit Smoking" advertisement.

"Comrade Xiao Jiang,"

As soon as Huang Hua's voice was received, Director Gu immediately asked, "Are you planning to design a silk advertisement?"

Jiang Shan nodded while eating: "I have some ideas, but I still need to collect some more information."

"Tell me," Master Gu put his chopsticks aside: "What do you want to know?"

Jiang Shan: "I want to know about Dunhuang and the Silk Road."

Director Gu picked up the chopsticks again: "Then eat quickly, and take you to the Yanjing Library after eating."

Jiang Shan's eyes lit up, that's right, why did he forget about Yan Tu.

Yenching Library

Across the wooden borrowing desk, Jiang Shan took a thick stack of books from the librarian.

After that, when he sat down and opened the first page of the catalog, he completely entered the "Road of Silk Thickness".

……

Gu Zhengzheng looked up at Jiangshan, then looked down at his watch.

More than an hour has passed, what exactly is Comrade Xiao Jiang looking for?
Closing the "Single Party Angry Doctor" in his hand, he stood up and walked slowly behind Jiang Shan.

Looking down, I saw Jiang Shan writing in his notebook:

[In 1961, the Maijishan Grotto Buddha, which was included in the first batch of cultural relics protection units,
Jiaohe Ancient City Pagoda Forest, Kizil Former Buddha Cave, Big Wild Goose Pagoda...]

"This is...?" Gu Zhengzheng looked at the records in the notebook: "Isn't this still the Silk Road?"

I thought that Jiangshan would have some unique design, but I didn't expect that it was still following the old path.

"Yes," Jiang Shan himself was laughing, and after closing the last book, he said, "Okay, it's almost done, I can't draw any more."

It turns out that I want to draw the Silk Road!

In the past, Pujiang Decoration Company did quite a lot of paintings, not to mention paintings, and they specially invited experts to carve a stone painting in the past two years.

After so much effort, I didn't see much splash.

Gu Zhengzheng was somewhat disappointed in his heart, he thought Comrade Xiao Jiang could give himself another surprise.

Forget it, he thought it was funny when he thought about it, how could it be so easy.

"Let's go, Director Gu."

Jiang Shan put on his square hat and rushed to the guest house with Gu Zhengzheng.

When the two of them opened the door of Room 305, Huang Hua and Zhang Lu from the Propaganda Department were already waiting in the room.

"Brother Hua," Jiang Shan asked Huang Hua, "Have you found all the materials?"

Huang Hua hugged his big porcelain jar: "I'll take care of things, don't worry."

Zhang Lu also nodded: "Pujiang Decoration Company has an office in Yanjing. Manager Huang made a phone call, and the comrades in the office will quickly deliver what you want."

After getting along with the TV station for a period of time, Jiang Shan absolutely believed in Huang Hua's ability to handle affairs: "I knew I couldn't go wrong if I asked you for help."

Huang Hua was a little embarrassed by the praise, and said with a smile: "Comrade Xiao Jiang, what do you want these things for?"

Jiang Shan remained silent, the temperature outside seemed to be lower than when they came.

For a while, he had to get himself moving quickly.

It is said to be a guest house, but the standard of the Radio and Television Guest House is not low.

Two single beds, two armchairs, a set of low cabinets, and a round tea table.

Except that there is no writing desk that Jiang Shan wants, everything is almost complete.

There was no way, Jiang Shan began to operate directly on the bed.

Strong cardboard is glued into a rectangular base with a length of 1 meter, a width of 60 cm, and a height of about 15 cm.

Connect two sets of 8-watt small fluorescent tubes to the bottom of the carton with wires.

Finally, a piece of white glass with almost the same length and width was covered on the carton.

"What is this?" Zhang Lu was the first to ask.

Huang Hua: "Isn't this just a light box?"

When Jiang Shan wrote down the material and handed it to him, the first thing Huang Hua thought of was the light box.

Unexpectedly, Jiangshan really made a light box.

"I knew I would have done it for you," Huang Hua was also a little disappointed, he had made even more advanced light boxes by himself.

Director Gu accompanied Shangbeitu, and he and Zhang Lu prepared materials together.

I thought Jiangshan could make something unexpected, but this is it?

Looking at everything in front of him, think about the situation in the library before.

Director Gu had already fully guessed Comrade Xiaojiang's thoughts.

Draw a display light box of the Silk Road!

"By the way, Comrade Jiangshan," Zhang Lu suddenly thought of something: "What is the use of the sand you want?"

At this time, it was already six o'clock in the evening, and Jiang Shan took a box of fine sand from Zhang Lu's hand.

After closing the thick velveteen curtains in the guest house, push away all the clutter on the single bed.

"Comrade Zhang Lu," Jiang Shan said politely, "turn off the light for me."

At the same time as the fluorescent tubes above the head went out, the two fluorescent tubes in the light box flickered a few times and turned on.

In the darkness, a simple sand painting platform with white light appeared in front of everyone.

Just as Gu Zhengzheng frowned, Jiang Shan scattered all the fine sand in his hand on the sand painting platform.

In the next second, he said slowly:

"The prosperity of the world is nothing more than a handful of sand, a world of sand, and a journey of thousands of years."

Then, under Gu Zhengzheng's widening eyes,
Jiangshan's ten dark fingers are holding, opening, spreading, and rolling on the sand painting platform

In the last second, I used my finger as a pen to draw a little bit in the fine sand,

In the next second, twist three fingers slightly, and spread them on the sand table...

In just tens of seconds, the only rectangular light source in the room.

Continuous sand dunes appeared, and an official dressed in Han Dynasty official uniform and riding on a horse rode forward.

Jiang Shan's fingertips continued to wander, and a few seconds later, the scepter held by the official was announcing his identity.

Soon, in room 305, except for Jiang Shan, the pupils of the three people trembled slightly and their breathing quickened.

It was just a pile of loose sand just now, but within a few tens of seconds, it turned into a painting.

However, when they first saw who it was, Jiang Shan had already held "him" flat with one hand.

The three of them almost blurted out, they really wanted to take a closer look.

This sand painting is even more exquisite than what they drew with pens.

However, it has recovered into a mess of loose sand.

"The silkworms come out of the East, and the silk spreads to the Western Regions..."

Jiang Shan's voice sounded again.

The sand falls from the hand, and the ten fingers are turned like a hundred strokes.

A plate of loose sand, gathered again and spread out,

Then, an hourglass appeared on the white lighted painting table.

Jiang Shan, curling slightly with one hand, this hourglass actually presents the illusion of rotation.

It's as if time and space are turning!

In full view, the grains of sand in the hourglass slid down from top to bottom.

The effect was so shocking that Huang Hua unknowingly shed a tear.

The picture was wiped away again, and the weird hands moved around the whole painting platform in a large way,

JYG, Big Wild Goose Pagoda, Crescent Moon Spring, Mogao Grottoes Nine-story Pagoda...

"Papermaking, printing, sailing ships come east, porcelain goes west..."

At this time, in Gu Zhengzheng's mind, the voice of Jiangshan seemed to come from a long history.

"The camel bell ancient Silk Road, Huma still hears the style of Tang and Han..."

The cold hair stood up and fell down, fell down and stood up again, a bolt of lightning penetrated deep into the bone marrow...

(End of this chapter)