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Yongyu!

knew.

Seeing Yong Yu saying I know on his face, he had an expression on his face that he would dare to do it next time.

Shen Congwen, who was in his seventies, shook his head with a wry smile and decided to change the topic: What are you busy with recently?

A few small lamps of paint on the small table had already caught his attention.

You'd better stop reading. Shao Bolin reminded him friendly.

However, it is obviously still a step too late.

A picture album on the table was already in Shen Congwen's hand.

Looking at Jiang Shan and Huang Yongyu, they both picked up coffee cups at the same time.

There is still a little bit left in the bottom of the cup of Nestlé's instant drink.

Yongyu!

Poof~

Jiang Shan and Huang Yongyu laughed out loud at the same time.

Can't you add some words to this lesbian? Shen Congwen tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.

Huang Yongyu refused: She is not my comrade.

Jiang Shan laughed so hard that he shook his shoulders and looked at Zhang Lu quietly.

How many years have you been painting Water Margin? Shen Congwen put it bluntly: Why do you keep painting more and more...

No, you must talk to Yong Yu properly some other time when you find a place where there are no outsiders.

Only after hearing this story did I realize that the time when Huang Yongyu painted Water Margin had to be pushed back.

But as time and age increase, artistic expressions continue to make breakthroughs.

The golden lotus is narrow, and the fragrant skirt is slightly revealing, Jiang Shan almost shook his head:

The jade bamboo shoots are slender, and the crisp legs really look like fat cuts... Ordinarily, Teacher Huang's painting can be considered realistic!

Listen, Huang Yongyu pointed at the country and said, The people's eyes are still bright.

By this time, Shao Bolin had already patrolled the compartment door three or four times, fearing that there was an ambush outside.

Ren Shi Naian said it was Su Ji, Shen Congwen waved his hand: It's not Su Ji.

Do you still want me to draw soft and fierce paintings? Huang Yongyu also waved his hand: Although art can be exaggerated, the safety of the artist must be protected first.

Yongyu!

Shen Congwen decided to change the topic, so he also picked up the paintbrush on the table.

The moment the old man started writing, the entire box fell silent.

Kuch Kuch, the movement of the train became more and more obvious.

Mr. Shen's rising and falling brush slowly extended from one end of the drawing paper to the other.

Jiang Shan's eyes followed the rise and fall of the brush.

Gradually, his pupils trembled slightly and his heart beat loudly.

When Huang Yongyu smiled and continued to smoke.

Jiang Shan said excitedly: Phoenix?

The small town on the drawing has rows of buildings on both sides of the bank nestled between mountains and rivers.

Needless to say, there are quite a lot of similarities with the description in Border Town.

Although, the later movie Border Town was filmed in Phoenix.

But Jiangshan knew that the border town described by Shen Congwen was referring to Chadong.

However, Fenghuang Ancient City is indeed the hometown of Shen Congwen and Huang Yongyu.

Have you been to western Hunan? Shen Congwen dipped his ink.

I've seen it before, Jiang Shan didn't answer directly: It's the most beautiful town I've ever seen.

This guy knows his stuff, Huang Yongyu praised: When I get a chance, I'll take you back to have a look. The preservation is even better than what you see in the photos.

Shen Congwen painted the last stroke: I haven't painted for a long time, and I haven't been back for a long time.

You don't want to write a paragraph? Jiang Shan reminded.

Just draw for fun, don't be too particular.

I'll do it, Huang Yongyu rolled up his short sleeves.

Old Shen was easy-going and immediately handed over the pen: Here.

Jiangshan's coffee, my cousin's paintings,

Huang Yongyu read while writing: Berlin's worries, Yongyu's words!

As soon as he saw the word eldest nephew, Shen Congwen was speechless.

Shao Bolin, who saw his name, also shook his head: Okay, now it's good. This album can't be seen by outsiders.

Only Jiang Shan thinks this is a good move: Where can I find a picture album with such a combination?

It’s hard to find!

Huang Yongyu has always been outspoken.

Even after eighty, he can still say: The last time I entered a woman's body was the old and beautiful Statue of Liberty!

Listen, the longer you live, the more fun you have!

Then let's not show it to outsiders, Huang Yongyu originally painted for fun: Xiao Jiang, take it and continue painting.

Are you willing? Jiang Shan immediately hugged the album in his arms.

Huang Yongyu smiled at the inconsistency in his words: Why don't you want to part with it? I already have several copies of Water Margin at home!

There's more to this than Water Margin?

Jiang Shan quietly calmed his heartbeat, this trip was really not in vain.

It seems that after returning, I really have to find an opportunity to find a pipe for Uncle Huang.

From the arrangements for food, clothing, housing and transportation, it can be clearly seen that the Propaganda Department has assigned experts the standards of high-ranking officials.

Jiang Shan and Zhang Lu always looked at each other from time to time, and they both understood that they had taken advantage this time.

After walking around during the day, Shen Congwen had a good sleep.

The same is true for Huang Yongyu and Shao Bolin.

When it was already bright in the carriage, the two of them sat up.

What time is it? Huang Yongyu asked as he opened the dark green curtains.

After that, I was stunned.

It's seven o'clock.

After Shao Bolin finished speaking, he remained silent.

The two people lying on the lower bunk looked at each other, and then looked out the window together.

Outside the car window, a row of small animals clung to the bottom of the glass window.

The bared-toothed rabbit, the smiling fox, the naive panda, the rolling-eyed pig...

Head to head, face to face, each stretched out its front paws to rest on the window frame.

At the very edge, there is a reindeer lying down.

Although only half of the face is exposed, there is a small sparrow perched on the exaggerated antlers.

At this moment, the little sparrow with its head tilted was looking into the eyes of the two people inside.

Hey, Huang Yongyu immediately became happy: This is fun!

No need to guess, it must be Jiang Shan who did it!

The thing on the glass window immediately reminded Shao Bolin of Jiang Shan's owl when they first met.

The row of chubby owls parked on the ledge are quite similar to the row of animals digging at the windows.

Who else could do this except him.

Huang Yongyu immediately stepped on the bed and slapped Jiang Shan on the upper bunk: It's time to have breakfast.

Did you do that thing on the car window?

I also paint for fun.

Huang Yongyu suddenly became energetic: Let's take a walk, there are many windows outside, let's have a good time painting them today.

Jiang Shan's eyes lit up: What do you want to draw?

It doesn't matter, Huang Yongyu opened a table of ink lamps: I don't know if this train has a hundred windows. If it does, I will paint Water Margin.

Yongyu! Shao Bolin quickly grabbed a pen, but couldn't hold it anymore, so he drew clothes.

Uncle Huang, Jiang Shan also hesitated: Let's change the title of the painting.

OK.

In just half a day, not a single window of the carriage where the expert group lived was spared.

Because of this, the last few hours near the end have become the most relaxing moments for experts on the train.

Until they stepped out of the car one after another, they didn't forget to look back a few more times.

The expert group that landed on the ground boarded several more vans as soon as they left the station.

After about three more bumpy hours, the vans finally reached their destination.

By this time, it was completely dark.

Jiangshan stepped out of the car and helped Huang Yongyu, who had just woken up.

The two people's eyes looked around through the dark night.

I could only vaguely see the guest house, which seemed to be composed of about a dozen small buildings.

Most of them have only two floors, distributed along the sides.

A garden is enclosed in the middle, and most of the flowers and trees are planted with fruit trees.

Zhang Lu, who was walking behind, said in a dull voice: Look outside the door!

Several people immediately turned their heads.

In the night, the PLA troops standing on both sides of the gate could still be seen clearly.

What place is this? Jiang Shan asked softly.

Huang Yongyu didn't know either: Let's talk after we go in first!

Finally, I went in and inquired, and it turned out that this was a guest house called Ningwozhuang.

The two of them lived in the same house, so Jiang Shan and Zhang Lu were naturally in the same room.

I'll go, Jiang Shan went to bed as soon as he walked in. I've been on the train for two days and I'm not as tired as the three-hour bus ride.

One can sleep and run, and the other is curled up in the car. Can they be compared?

Did you see him on the road just now? Jiang Shan leaned on the bed: There are people carrying guns.

Zhang Lu, who was leaning on the sofa, nodded: You also saw it, it seems that there has been a flood, and there is still thick mud piled on the corner of the street!

While the two were talking, there was a knock on the door outside the house.

Zhang Lu walked over and opened it. A waitress came in with two thermos bottles: Hello, leaders, this is hot water prepared for you.

Jiang Shan and Zhang Lu looked at each other and smiled, they really became leaders.

Comrade, Jiang Shan took the opportunity to ask, Have you just walked through a flood?

Yes, the waiter stood straight: It happened last month, but there are still some places in the city where the water has not completely receded.

At the end of July 1979, the ancient city of Dunhuang suffered a devastating flood.

According to local county records, such a flood had never happened in Dunhuang's history.

Months later, news finally broke about the flood.

[At one o'clock in the morning, the flash flood overflowed the Danghe Reservoir, and then the reservoir burst its banks.

The flood immediately rushed into the city like a wild horse. 】

You can hear shouts of water coming and running quickly everywhere, the waiter said more and more openly:

It happens to be my turn to work the night shift that day. I'm so confused that I don't know what to do?

Your place was flooded too?

The shoes are floating up, the waiter's Mandarin gradually faded away:

“The streets were full of donkey carts and camels in the middle of the night, and it was a coincidence that the Oilfield Exploration Institute had just bought dozens of Ford cars in our compound, and several of them were parked near us, and we relied on them to pull us away.

That's a coincidence. Jiang Shante wanted to see a Ford car of this era: Where is the car? Is it still in your hospital?

Leaved early.

On the way here, why did you see someone carrying a gun?

It is said that thousands of houses have collapsed, and half of the shopping mall has collapsed. Sewing machines and bicycles are piled in the open space, but we don't need people to stand guard.

So that's it, Officer Jiang nodded: Thank you for your hard work.

It's okay. Thank you for your concern, the leader, the waitress said with a smile, Thanks to the comrades from the oil field, they came over with supplies the next day.

Very good, Jiang Shan looked at Zhang Lu: Comrade Zhang Lu, write down all this and report it in the report later for praise.

Okay, Zhang Lu said seriously, Do we need to make arrangements with the TV station?

Okay, Comrade Zhang Lu is indeed a good partner. Jiang Shan nodded and said, Write down this comrade's name as well.

My name is Linghu Mei. The waitress stood up straighter: Boss, are you tired after traveling all day? I'll prepare some snacks for you.

No need to bother, Comrade Linghu.

No trouble, the waiter smiled and walked out the door: The kitchen is ready.

The door closed softly.

The two leaders lay down completely.

It's better to be a leader, Zhang Lu said from the bottom of his heart: Otherwise, you won't be able to keep those tin biscuits tonight.

Look at your worthless appearance, Jiang Shan said most protectively, You've been trying to catch their attention all the way, right?

So what if I eat a can?

You know what the hell, am I, Jiangshan, that stingy person? When I return to Pujiang, I'll treat you to a feast.

We've all gone back, why do we still need you to treat us? Zhang Lu glanced at the door: The key is that we can't get anything to eat here!

It's good if you know, Jiang Shanxi said, Do you know who brought these?

who?

Deputy Director of the Dunhuang Research Institute.

Hiss, Zhang Lu really didn't expect: Do you really have an acquaintance here?

I'm not familiar with it. I just know that it's not easy for her now...

Later, in order to help promote the Digital Dunhuang Panoramic Roaming work, Jiang Shan had several encounters with Fan Jinshi, the director of the Dunhuang Research Institute.

I never thought that after wearing it, it would be able to continue to the front edge.

From a student who has not yet graduated to an old man in his twilight years, Fan Jinshi devoted almost all of his life to Dunhuang.

Jiang Shan still remembers a past incident that Director Fan mentioned to him in his previous life:

“In 1979, the vacancies in the institute were never filled.

Feeling uneasy, I returned to this land again with my 5-year-old son.

I am both a researcher and a mother, and I can no longer let my child run out crying...

Prior to this, my youngest son, who lived with relatives, had run away twice.

The conditions in the institute have never been good, Jiang Shan continued:

She and the child can't keep up with the nutrition. It depends on his wife to carry some burden every six months.

His lover is a farmer?

Real university teacher!

It seems that the Dunhuang Research Institute is not fully funded.

The key is with them, where can I buy it?

I understand, Zhang Lu nodded: Don't worry, I still have hawthorn tablets in my bag to prevent motion sickness. I will give them to the child together when the time comes.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, I haven't seen you take out a piece of it in these days!

Haha, luckily I didn't take it out.

The two were discussing hawthorn slices when Linghu Mei knocked on the door.

When the door closed again, there was a plate of desert chicken and a plate of snacks on the coffee table.

This is... a mooncake? Zhang Lu had never seen such a big one.

Comrade Linghu said it, Jiang Shan looked at the mooncake, which was not much smaller than the plate: This is the local special date paste mooncake, try it.

Let's not eat it, Comrade Zhang Lu said thoughtfully, Let's take one piece to the director's son.

This is a local specialty, Jiang Shan had already broken off a piece of it: They will definitely like this.

As soon as Jiang Shan finished speaking, Zhang Lu broke off a bigger piece.

On the morning of the second day, despite the drizzle all the way, the expert team's convoy finally headed towards the Mogao Grottoes.

When we were about to see Mingsha Mountain, the rain gradually stopped.

Look over there,

Jiang Shan in the car suddenly pointed out the window and shouted.

Huang Yongyu, who was already in a daze, quickly opened his eyes: What is that...Jinshan?

Mingsha Mountain in the distance is covered with a layer of shining golden light, and there is a faint rainbow hanging on the mountain.

It's amazing, Huang Yongyu sighed: Hurry up and take a photo.

Right now.

The Leica camera in Jiang Shan's hand was extremely easy to use.

It is said that as early as 336 AD, monk Lezun was shocked by the golden light on Mingsha Mountain.

After that, he followed the Buddha's instructions and stayed to start digging the hole.