Era: Starting from Modu Translation Studio

Under the gray-blue sky, the train from Yanjing rushed all the way to the northwest.

Shao Bolin withdrew his gaze from the window.

He lowered his head and glanced at Huang Yongyu who was sitting in front of the window: Why do you still have the heart to draw? I don't know why they called Xiao Jiang out?

What's there to worry about? Huang Yongyu didn't even bother to raise his head:

They must be more honest about what they should and shouldn't say, and just give them a few warnings in advance.

You are the clear one!

I'm already this old, Huang Yongyu said, grabbing his pen: If I couldn't even figure this out, I would have been kicked out of the organization long ago.

But it's been too long!

If not, just go and ask around, and stop hanging around in front of my eyes!

I have to go take a look!

Looking at Shao Bolin pushing the door out, Huang Yongyu shook his head and sighed.

Then, next to the small painting he just completed, he wrote a line of text:

Li Shishi's friends are either emperors or celebrities. Who dares to offend him?

Shao Bolin walked straight to Minister Wu's box.

After that, it stopped 5 or 6 meters away.

After coming out of Minister Wu's box, Jiang Shan and Zhang Lu looked at each other and smiled.

Look here. Seeing their beautiful smiles, Shao Bolin felt a lot more at ease: Come here and talk first.

Teacher Shao, Jiang Shan and Shao Bolin both lowered their voices: Why are you here?

I'm worried about you two.

Haha, it's okay, Jiang Shan hugged the other person and said with a smile, I was panicked before I went in. Who knew that the minister would take good care of us juniors?

How did you take care of it? Tell me!

Originally, Jiang Shan said truthfully, Zhang Lu and I only planned to take pictures of the murals and song and dance troupes in Dunhuang!

The minister just spoke, Zhang Lu walked on the other side of Shao Bolin: Allow us to take some photos of the expert team's work.

working picture?

Yes, we can't take photos of daily life, Jiang Shan continued: But I hope we can take more photos of the expert team's advice for this musical.

oh,

Shao Bolin figured it out immediately, and turned to look at Jiang Shan.

Jiang Shan said nothing more and just nodded to him.

Both of them felt like Ming Jing.

The Propaganda Department wants to let the outside world know that Flowers on the Silk Road is a large-scale musical and dance drama carefully created by a team of well-known experts.

Then let's start from now on. Go back and get the camera first, and start taking pictures from our house. Then I will take you to each house.

Shao Bolin was ready to shine, so he had to deserve the expert treatment he received for half a month.

That's good. With you here, we won't be afraid of being kicked out.

In the narrow train aisle, Shao Bolin was sandwiched between Jiang Shan and Zhang Lu.

We were squeezing forward all the way, and when our feet were almost touching each other, we saw a head sticking out of the box in front of us.

Huang Yongyu, who was holding a pipe in his mouth, said: You're back, I thought you were thrown out of the car!

The three people filed in, each doing his or her own thing.

Old Huang, Shao Bolin directed, sit there for a while.

what?

You can do whatever you want, as long as it looks like you're studying at your desk.

Research? Research what?

Just sit there, Jiang Shan adjusted the camera: Become a model for me and Zhang Lu!

Model? Is it just me? Huang Yongyu said as he sat down, not knowing which pose to take.

He held his head with one hand and said, Is this okay?

You have to lie down and write something, Shao Bolin gestured: Minister Wu asked Xiao Jiang and the others to take some photos of the expert team's work.

I told you earlier, Huang Yongyu picked up the pen and said, Let's take a picture.

In the small box, Jiang Shan held the camera and moved back and forth with Zhang Lu several times with his buttocks sticking out: It's done!

It's over? Huang Yongyu confirmed.

It's over!

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Shan was patted by Shao Bolin: Let's go and check out the other rooms.

The compartment door quickly closed again.

At this moment, no one noticed that Huang Yongyu, who was still sitting in front of the window, wrote another line:

Ximen Qing: A whole four-volume novel was written just for you, how can you say that you are not great?

Each room has a different view. Most of the more than ten expert comrades are not lying on the bed.

Either we sit together and chat, or we sit together and talk about love.

In Shen Congwen's box, Jiang Shan, who was holding a camera, finally had the opportunity to take a look at the legendary Black Peony Zhang Zhaohe.

Zhang Zhaohe, who is old, looks ordinary and simple.

After half a life of ups and downs, there is still some intelligence in the eyes that look at Jiangshan.

Looking at Shen Congwen again, he glanced at his wife's face from time to time, and he never stopped smiling.

I'm sorry to disturb your rest, Jiang Shan said quickly, Do you think I should send the photo to you at school or at home?

Just send it home, Shen Congwen glanced at his wife again: Third sister, what do you think?

OK!

Teacher Shen, Shao Bolin, standing aside, patted Jiang Shan on the shoulder: He is Jiang Shan.

Oh? Shen Congwen looked at Jiang Shan: You wrote that copybook?

Have you seen it too? Jiang Shan stood in an orderly manner. He knew Shen Congwen's calligraphy skills: That's really embarrassing.

It's ugly somewhere, Shen Congwen always cared about his juniors: I think it's still remarkable!

You are saving face for me!

I'll give you a thumbs up when I get a chance in the future, Shen Congwen always smiled.

Seriously? Jiang Shan almost jumped up in joy: Am I still so lucky?

This kid, Shen Congwen said with a smile, go back first, I will come to your room to play for a while!

Hey, I'll go back and wait for you.

On the way back, Shao Bolin was caught between them again.

The flattery is good. The longer they stayed together, the more open Shao Bolin's words became: I had a rivalry with Lao Huang back then!

I told the truth.

That's true, Shao Bolin nodded: In those days, people who went to Shen's house as guests often rummaged through his wastebasket before leaving, and even took it out and grabbed it!

You told me earlier, Jiang Shan looked back frequently: I have to find an opportunity to go back later.

After being pushed back to the box by Shao Bolin, he happened to see Huang Yongyu stuffing his cigarette: The filming is done so quickly?

It's not an interview, Shao Bolin picked up the water glass and drank: How long will it take to take a few photos!

The train rumbled and jolted forward, and a sweet fragrance floated in the carriage.

Ever since I praised the coffee brewed by Huang Hua several times, Jiangshan's coffee has never been out of stock.

Did you buy it in Xiangjiang? Huang Yongyu looked at the coffee bottle in his hand, then unscrewed the bottle cap and smelled: It smells so good!

A friend of mine bought it for me, and his company often goes abroad!

I can get used to drinking this coffee, Shao Bolin took a sip and said, It's different from what I've tasted before.

This is instant, Jiang Shan pointed to two small glass bottles: It's not as authentic as yours back then.

As long as it tastes good, Shao Bolin glanced at Huang Yongyu and said, I don't understand this anyway.

Why are you looking at me? I don't understand either.

Uncle Huang, what are you drawing? Jiang Shan's sharp eyes immediately took aim at the unclosed sketchbook.

It's something to pass the time. You can read whatever you want.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Shan stretched out his hand.

Yan Poxi: Love and politics, two heavy topics weighing on a little girl...

An ancient woman sat hugging her knees, lifting up her red skirt and exposing her two big white legs.

Jiang Shan looked at the painting and the accompanying text, and suddenly felt very happy.

It turns out that Uncle Huang started painting Water Margin so early!

After flipping through the pages, I saw only a few pages: Why is it just this small? Where are the others?

How many more do you want him to draw? One hundred singles and eight generals? Shao Bolin was the first to refuse: Just these few pictures are enough for outsiders to see!

That's that, that's right, Jiang Shan quickly closed the book and then made a gesture to Zhang Lu.

Zhang Lu immediately said unjustly: I didn't even look at it.

It's not that exaggerated, Huang Yongyu himself didn't care: I just painted it casually for fun.

This picture book, just for casual play, will be great in the future.

Uncle Huang, Jiang Shan shouted more and more smoothly: How many pipes did you bring with you when you went out this time?

Just two. Seeing Jiang Shan notice his pipe, Huang Yongyu immediately put it on the table for everyone to see clearly:

This one is of briar root, and the other one is just like it.

Beautiful, Jiang Shan looked at it most carefully: I see you holding it differently every time. Do you like this thing?

It's true that we collected a lot.

When I encounter something rare in the future, Jiang Shan said immediately, I will bring it to you.

So nice to me? Huang Yongyu smiled and picked up the coffee.

Isn't this just trying to curry favor with you?

Huang Yongyu, who appeared in fashion magazines at the age of 80, held a solo exhibition at the age of 90, and raced Ferraris with others at the age of 93, lived a life that was enviable to everyone.

In the future, he also wants to build a Wanhe Hall covering an area of ​​20 acres with Mr. Huang.

Hahaha, Huang Yongyu said to Shao Bolin with a smile: I have said before that Jiang Shan is a person who can't hide his words.

Zhang Lu couldn't help but laugh and took a sip of coffee.

Four people in a room, each holding a cup of coffee.

Shen Congwen, who had not yet entered the house, asked outside: Where did the coffee come from? It's all floating on the aisle.

After a while, he also served a glass.

Seeing the other party's calmness at the moment, Huang Yongyu said happily: Cousin, you look much better these days.

After more than 20 years of adversity, Shen Congwen has regained some energy in the past year.

I'm telling you, Shen Congwen smiled: Dunhuang has always been the place I most want to visit. I've been looking forward to this trip for a long time.

As early as more than ten years ago, when Shen Congwen was writing the book Research on Ancient Chinese Costumes, many friends had already sent him copies of Dunhuang murals.

At that time, I referred to the drawings they gave me and then wrote the special topics Northern Dynasty Armored Cavalry and Soldiers and Tang Zhenguan Emperor and His Ministers.

That is to say, although I have never been to Dunhuang to take a look, I have seen many Dunhuang murals.

Fan Wenzao from the Dunhuang Research Institute alone sent me more than 300 drawings.

So many? Jiang Shan began to be curious about the book: Mr. Shen, can you show me this book?

Why is it inconvenient? Shen Congwen asked: I wrote them out just to let more people see them, but it's a pity...

It's a pity that it can't be published, Huang Yongyu said for him.

Shen Congwen waved his hand, signaling him to stop talking: Xiao Jiang, I'll take it to you later.

Did you take it with you?

Have you forgotten? I am here to provide them with appearance guidance.

I understand, Jiang Shan asked again, Mr. Shen, where did you first see the Dunhuang murals?

That's too early, Shen Congwen smiled: Yongyu, what about you?

Mr. Daqian? Huang Yongyu recalled.

hehe, me too.

It's really thanks to him, otherwise I don't know when I would be able to see the beauty of Dunhuang murals.

There were people who copied it before him, Shen Congwen recalled of that year: But no matter in terms of quantity or skill, they couldn't beat him.

Except for Zhang Lu, everyone in the room knew that Mr. Daqian started by copying, and then made a lot of money by confusing the fake with the real one.

In terms of copying, Huang Yongyu said matter-of-factly: Who can win Mr. Zhang!

Haha, when he held the Dunhuang Painting Exhibition in Chongqing, the queue to buy tickets stretched a mile away.

After saying that, Shen Congwen looked at Jiangshan and said with a smile: 50 yuan a ticket!

Hey, Jiang Shan curled his lips: It seems that he made back a lot of the 5,000 taels of gold he spent back then.

How could he make a loss-making business?

Yongyu!

knew.

However, Shao Bolin has always had a question: I read an article a few years ago, saying that Zhang Daqian destroyed dozens of murals when he was copying them in Dunhuang?

Is this happening?

It does happen!

Around 1942, Zhang Daqian, who had a wealthy family, took his third and fourth wives to Dunhuang twice.

Students, chefs, craftsmen... a large team of people stayed in Dunhuang for more than two years.

He copied hundreds of Dunhuang murals.

In fact, among the Dunhua murals that have gone through a long period of time, a considerable number of multi-layered mural combinations are included.

After all, there are only so many caves in Dunhuang, and every dynasty wants to paint in them.

As time goes by, the waves behind will naturally overtake the waves before.

When cleaning the caves, craftsmen discovered that many damaged murals revealed brighter pigments.

After Zhang Daqian learned about it, he immediately asked the local lama about the situation.

After being told that there was indeed a painting, we decided to peel off the badly damaged surface.

Sure enough, a mural with well-preserved colors and images was revealed.

It's about him, Shen Congwen thought for a while: I have two opinions.

Huang Yongyu also felt: I heard that the few paintings he shoveled at that time were already completely destroyed.

But... Shao Bolin hesitated: The article I read was written by the historian Xiang Da. In the article, he named Zhang Daqian and scolded him for destroying national treasures for his own desires.

Although I don't like Zhang Daqian, Huang Yongyu said, but I can understand his thoughts. I already know that there is a better mural below, why don't you uncover it?

People of that era had no idea what the best protection was!

The most important thing is that the foreign enemies’ damaged paintings in Dunhuang are even bigger!

Before he went to Dunhuang, many murals had been changed beyond recognition, Jiang Shan said:

“The Belarusian bandits set up pots to make fires in the caves, and even used fire sticks to scribble on the walls.”

Huang Yongyu smiled: It's not like you learned this history in vain.

If it weren’t for Zhang Daqian’s two-year copying and subsequent massive Dunhuang Painting Exhibition.

The people's understanding of Dunhuang murals will continue to be postponed.

However, the voices of criticism have never stopped.

Shen Congwen frowned and said, Why doesn't he come out and defend himself?

There are too many housework matters, Jiang Shan said, understanding: I can no longer care about the outside world.

Ha, Huang Yongyu took a puff of cigarette: I have all the money in my pocket, and I just listen to the criticism from others!