Era: Starting from Modu Translation Studio

Written horizontally and vertically to form a gorgeous chapter, every word is a wonderful life... Jiang Feng understood at a glance: Is this a copybook?

Huang Yongyu nodded: Yes, fountain pen copybook!

Light gray curtains float slightly on both sides of the window.

Page after page, Jiang Feng, who was sitting on the fabric sofa, read slowly.

Huang Yongyu saw that the other party didn't say anything anymore, so he silently picked up the porcelain cup on the coffee table.

The world is still uncertain. It's possible for you and me...huh? Mr. Jiang pointed at the manuscript in his hand and smiled:

When I first read it, I just thought this word was pleasing to the eye. Now I will take a closer look... ha,

The content is quite interesting, isn't it? Huang Yongyu knew what he wanted to say.

Mr. Jiang smiled and said, Who is this author? Have I seen it before?

The author's name is Jiang Shan, and he is the editor of a newspaper in Pujiang.

Editor? No wonder, Jiang Feng nodded slightly: After all, there is some ink. The book is just a hard-pen calligraphy, and it also pays attention to the wording.

You keep looking down, it will be more interesting later.

oh?

People who Huang Yongyu can like should be similar to him.

Having known each other for many years, Dean Jiang knew the other person’s background very well.

At that time, Huang Yongyu readily admitted that he liked the idea of ​​conferring one's talents to cultivating talents.

When I went back to write explanatory materials, others sighed while writing.

Fortunately for him, he couldn't stop writing.

When it was finally handed in, even the people who reviewed the materials were mesmerized.

During the most difficult time, Huang Yongyu's family was sent to a small room without windows.

Not only did he not sigh, he also drew a large, open window on the wall.

Outside the window there are flowers blooming and insects and birds playing.

Since his family always complained that the cabin looked like a stuffy jar, he simply named it Can Zhai.

Life has tortured me thousands of times, but I treat life like my first love... Ha, Dean Jiang became more and more happy as he watched, It looks a bit like you when you were young.

Where did he come from? Huang Yongyu shook his head: It's not as exciting as the time we had!

Exciting? Mr. Jiang smiled bitterly: It is indeed exciting, but after reading these words he wrote, it seems that the author also has some experience.

He is an educated young man, Huang Yongyu explained: After staying in the countryside for so many years, he must have seen everything he should and shouldn't see.

Huang Yongyu dared to say anything in front of Dean Jiang.

After all, this person is also a wonderful person who once refused to give face to him!

Intellectual youth? Jiang Feng did not expect: How old is this author?

I'm only in my early twenties, but my basic skills in calligraphy and painting are still pretty good.

This is more than just not weak, Jiang Feng realized when he looked at the manuscript in his hand again: It seems that this kid has never been idle for a moment in the countryside.

I haven't had a day off yet, Huang Yongyu said with his own eyes: As soon as I pick up the pen, I can't put it down.

Yes, very good, Jiang Feng said, No wonder he can write such a beautiful handwriting.

He showed this work to the editor of the publishing house, Huang Yongyu struck while the iron was hot:

But people say they have never published anything like this and they dare not make the decision.

You've never published before, so you don't dare to publish? Dean Jiang immediately lowered his voice:

Nowadays, everyone is writing pen calligraphy. It would be a blessing to have a copybook that guides people to write pen calligraphy well.

That's right, Huang Yongyu agreed, How do those people know this?

Don't worry about that child, Dean Jiang has already decided: Since it is a good thing, it should be promoted. If Pujiang doesn't dare to do it, then it will be done in Yanjing.

So, you are willing to help him?

Not only will I help him, but I will also give him a preface.

Preface? Why didn't Huang Yongyu think of this? Okay, you write it first, and then I will also write an article for him.

Jiang Shan was busy taking pictures of lesbians in the Summer Palace, but he didn't expect that his copybook had caught everyone's attention.

Mayumi and her party were immersed in the world of the royal garden among the green plants.

Comrade Liu Xiaoqing guided them all the way through an interpreter.

Walking and talking all the way, we can’t see enough anywhere.

At this time, Liu Xiaoqing discovered that Happy Coke seemed to be everywhere in the Summer Palace today.

Although Happy Coke was already on sale in Yanjing a month ago.

However, she didn't realize that this drink had become ubiquitous.

When I was wondering, I suddenly saw Jiangshan standing not far away.

Liu Xiaoqing pursed her lips and smiled.

Somehow, I always feel that this matter must be related to Jiangshan.

Finally, seizing an opportunity to stay, Liu Xiaoqing stepped forward and handed a few bottles of Happy Coke to the guests who had arrived from afar.

It's a hot day, come here and have a bottle of Coke and take a rest.

The lesbians happily took the iced Coke to the cries of cicadas all over the tree.

After gulping it down, his smiling face looked more vivid.

Following me for two and a half years,

Jiang Shan, who had already raised his camera, was almost suffering from heat stroke: Finally, we have waited for this moment, girls open up and drink!

Zhang Lu on the side laughed: It's really yours. It's not easy to take these photos.

You finally said something fair, Jiang Shan kept pressing the shutter:

Xiao Qing and I went to great lengths to get these female comrades to drink soda!

Come on, if I have the chance to cooperate with Liu Xiaoqing, I will be willing to do it no matter how hard or tiring it is.

The key depends on whether the person is willing or not.

Tsk, tsk, tsk! I'm still out of breath.

Let's go, Jiang Shan said immediately after making a look with Liu Xiaoqing, call it a day!

knock off?

It means heading back home.

No more pictures later?

I won't stop you if you want to take pictures, Jiang Shan said, holding his waist, But I will definitely go back.

Take a good shower first, and then have a bowl of authentic fried noodles...it's no better than squatting here!

Then I'll go back and forget it. Thinking of climbing the Great Wall tomorrow, Zhang Lu put down his camera in time: Take a good repair and fight again tomorrow.

Dean Jiang Feng made several phone calls and not only settled the matter of Jiangshan's copybook, but also inserted Huang Yongyu and his group into the Dunhuang expert group.

When Huang Yongyu walked out of the Jiang family door, the first thing he thought of was to call Jiang Shan who was far away in the guest house.

Done?

Jiang Shan, who was wearing a white sweatshirt and short pants, grabbed the phone and shouted loudly: Say it again!

That's nonsense, Huang Yongyu said with a smile, I've already taken action myself, Lao Jiang will definitely give me some respect!

You are amazing!

There's one more thing. The Dunhuang incident is done, so get ready!

It's done? Jiang Shan was crazy with joy: Is it also Dean Jiang who gives the nod?

It's true that he got the lead, but without my identity, you wouldn't be able to get in!

That's right, we are all taking advantage of you.

You kid, just have fun!

Teacher Huang,

Call me uncle.

Uncle Huang, why did he say it so awkwardly? Jiang Shan continued: Uncle, I have a friend from the TV station. He also wants to follow, and he will pay for it himself.

From the TV station? Huang Yongyu thought for a while: It's okay. It just so happens that my list hasn't been submitted yet. Don't worry, the publicity department doesn't care about the two money...

Okay! Jiang Shan reminded: Uncle, remember to bring a pair of rain boots when you leave. There has just been a flood over there.

Flood? How come I haven't heard of it?

I just heard it, my friend from the TV station said it.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly.

Waiting for the Japanese-Japanese tour group to return from their five-day visit.

There are only less than two days left before going to Dunhuang.

At this moment, Jiang Shan was leading Zhang Luman to buy things in Yanjing.

In front of the counter of the state-owned grocery store, Jiang Shan asked the salesperson to bring several snacks.

The tin cans of cream biscuits, cookies, chicken cakes, egg rolls... White Rabbit toffee, do you have any chocolate?

Jiang Shan kept pointing, and the salesperson kept taking it, looking back at him from time to time.

What are you going to do? Zhang Lu didn't think about it for a moment, and thought about it carefully: Are you going to provide disaster relief?

How long has the water been gone? Jiang Shan rolled his eyes at him: The country has already made arrangements, is it necessary for us to go to disaster relief?

Then why did you buy so much food? It's not just for us on the road, right?

I can't explain it to you, just help me carry it, Jiang Shan added two more barrels of malted milk:

When you get to the end of the field, you will understand.

Seeing that he refused to elaborate, Zhang Lu didn't ask any more questions.

Until the day of departure, I still helped carry large and small bags of food into the car.

Huang Yongyu and Shao Bolin, who were in the same soft sleeper carriage, looked very strange.

What are you doing? All Huang Yongyu could think of was: Did you prepare it for us on the way?

Haha, it's really not the case, Jiang Shan said with a smile: These are all prepared for a child.

Child? Do you have any acquaintances there? Shao Bolin didn't expect that.

It can't be said to be an acquaintance. I know her, but she doesn't know me. Although she doesn't know me, I...

Okay, okay, Huang Yongyu quickly waved his hand: Don't worry, we just don't want to eat. You can give these to whomever you like.

In August 1979, in order to help improve the large-scale musical Flowers on the Silk Road by the Gansu Song and Dance Troupe.

Director Wu of the Propaganda Department personally invited more than ten top experts to Lanzhou.

This is a high-end luxury expert team.

Not only the famous dance master Wu Xiaobang and Dunhuang scholar Chang Shuhong were invited, but also the ancient costume expert Shen Congwen and the drama master Cao Yu...

So far, even the famous painter Huang Yongyu and stamp design master Shao Bolin have joined the team.

That's all, not counting the two accompanying reporters who snuck in for free.

Flowers on the Silk Road is a folk song and dance drama with the Silk Road and Dunhuang murals as background materials.

In order to let the expert group better understand Dunhuang culture, Dunhuang was naturally chosen as the first stop of the visit.

It wasn't until he was lying in the soft sleeper that Zhang Lu understood why Jiang Shan insisted on traveling with the team.

Many comrades in the team come with their families, such as Shen Congwen and his wife Zhang Zhaohe.

Only the four people in this soft sleeper were all alone.

What a pity. Huang Yongyu held his pipe: If there was a mahjong table, this journey wouldn't be boring.

Please keep your voice down, Shao Bolin glanced outside the door: These things that are built with the help of the feudal capital cannot be left alone for a while.

It's really not possible with two decks of cards, Jiang Shan, who was lying on the upper bunk with his head in his hands, looked very bored:

Comrade Zhang Lu, you have always been resourceful. Two decks of cards should not be a problem for you.

Wait, Zhang Lu rolled out of bed and said, I'll go look for it.

Watching him leave, Huang Yongyu asked curiously: How to play two decks of poker?

It's fun. I'll teach you later.

Unfortunately, when they saw Comrade Zhang Lu coming back empty-handed, the three people in the box all lay back down.

[We lay in the car for two nights and one day. The second night we went up the Weihe River and spent almost the whole night drilling in caves. 】

[While passing by Wushaoling Mountains, which is high in the Qinling Mountains at an altitude of 3,000 meters, Teacher Shao felt a little dizzy. I didn't want to talk for a while, and the ringing in my ears got a little worse. 】

[Along the way, Uncle Huang kept teaching me how to draw an owl.

When passing by Wushaoling, I asked him how he felt, and he just kept saying he was bored.

Looking down at the sketchbook full of owls, I decided to help him relieve his boredom.

So, I talked about a few paragraphs of The Legend of the Condor Heroes. 】

Then what? Zhang Lu asked nervously: Can they beat Mei Chaofeng?

Where can I beat him? Huang Yongyu also saw some: Seven plus one are useless.

What should I do? At this moment, Shao Bolin's head no longer hurt: No one can beat that woman named Mei?

Teachers, Jiang Shan pointed out the window: It's already this hour, shouldn't we take a rest?

It's long past time to go to sleep, Huang Yongyu quickly patted Shao Bolin: Your head doesn't hurt anymore, why don't you close your eyes quickly.

country,

In the box with the lights out, Zhang Lu was still unwilling to give in: When you return to Pujiang, you have to lend me that Legend of the Condor Heroes to read.

Don't worry, Jiang Shan, who was already sleepy, said in a daze, This novel will be published in the newspaper in a few days.

Are you talking about your city newspaper?

Who else could it be!

The next day, Pujiang City, which had rained twice in succession, was obviously much cooler.

Editor Wu of Pujiang Daily walked out of Pujiang Fine Arts Publishing House disappointed.

I'm surprised. Editor Wu never expected: What the publishing house agrees with is stuck with the translator.

I just heard what Editor Pan meant, another editor estimated: The translator of the novel Gone with the Wind seems to be quite famous.

It should be, Editor Wu also guessed: Otherwise, the publishing house wouldn't care about his opinion.

Then what should I do? Another novel?

No, Editor Wu frowned and said, Two serials, one must be science fiction, and the other must be Gone with the Wind.

As for why, he had already studied it with editor-in-chief Wei Yuanxing.

The best-selling novel on the market these days is Gone with the Wind.

It has only been published for two months, and the second edition is already in the printing house.

'Gone with the Wind' is the hottest seller right now, and Xinhua Bookstore has been out of stock for almost a week. If our newspaper publishes it at this time, it will definitely boost its circulation.

“What should I do if the author of the translation disagrees?”

Didn't I ask for my home address?

Editor Wu said with firm eyes: Let's go buy some fruit first, and then go visit him.

He didn't believe it. It was a good thing that he could earn more royalties, but someone could still refuse it.