A square foot-long peacock blue brocade box is placed on the white tablecloth. No matter how you look at it, it is not inferior to the Dunhill wooden box.
"I also have a gift?" Jiang Shan was in a really good mood at this moment.
After all, he also likes such unexpected surprises.
"Of course," Huang Yongyu pointed at the gift box with his pipe: "Open it and see if you like it?"
At this time, not only Jiangshan, but also several people sitting here were looking at this brocade box curiously.
"Don't tell me yet," Jiang Shan stretched out his hand towards the brocade box: "I'm a little nervous right now."
As he spoke, the brocade box had already been opened.
"This is?"
Before opening the brocade box, Jiang Shan had several conjectures quickly popping up.
Unfortunately, none of them hit the mark.
"Pearls, Fairy Birds, and the Queen Mother's Guard of Honor," Jiang Shan only felt a gorgeous and familiar surprise coming to his face:
"Isn't this my previous painting of the Nine Dragons and Four Winds Crown? Did you make it into a panel painting?"
"That's okay, Xiao Jiang," Shao Bolin couldn't help but praise: "You can actually tell at a glance that this is a panel painting."
"If you can't even see this, don't talk to me anymore!"
Jiang Shan, who was well aware of Huang Yongyu's "Ashima" woodblock painting skills, had already picked up a table in the brocade box with eyes filled with surprise.
Jiangshan could really be happy for a whole year to get such a gift.
The painting in my hand at the moment is the "Nine Dragons and Four Phoenix Crown" that I stayed up late to paint for Shen Congwen in Dunhuang.
This crown was enjoyed by Empress Qinzong of the Song Dynasty during her lifetime. It is layered with layers of jade and gold.
As detailed as Jiangshan was at that time, Huang Yongyu would have spent much time carving it later.
"This crown is not easy to carve," Jiang Shan looked at the texture bit by bit: "How much effort did you spend on it?"
The size and details are almost the same, I just added some colors based on my meticulous painting.
However, it is these pearlescent emeralds added later that make the whole picture immediately reveal its soaring nobility that surpasses the Sixth Palace.
"Let me tell you this," Huang Yongyu gritted his teeth and said: "Before I started, my plan was to carve out all four of your crowns, but since I started..."
"The plan was cancelled." Jiang Shan looked at the unique item in his hand, laughing so hard that his shoulders were shaking.
"Your teacher Huang also said before that after it is completed, he will give me another set of stamps from the crown series."
No matter whether he got his wish or not, when Shao Bolin heard Huang Yongyu's suggestion, he really thought it was a good suggestion.
"I won't mention it anymore," Huang Yongyu smiled and shook his pipe: "Even if I only completed this painting, I am already very happy."
Jiang Shan nodded: "I'm very happy too."
At this time, the stage setting has fallen into the hands of Chen Peisi and Liu Xiaoqing.
Including the two little guys on the side, they all came over.
"Have you started preparing this gift a long time ago?" Jiang Shan thoughtfully served a bowl of sweet soup for Teacher Huang: "Is this how you like me?"
"Don't be pretty,"
How could Huang Yongyu admit that this was the result of discussions between himself and his cousin: "If my cousin hadn't interceded with you, I wouldn't have bothered to bother."
"Your cousin's suggestion?"
"I forgot to tell you something," Huang Yongyu just remembered when Shen Congwen was mentioned:
"The four pictures of back crowns you drew will be included in the pages of the "Research on Ancient Chinese Costumes". The one in your hand has been selected as the back cover picture."
"Professor Shen's "Research on Ancient Chinese Costumes"?" Jiang Shan tried his best to calm down. This book can be used as a national gift in the future and sent to various places.
"Can you find a second one?"
"Thanks to the two masters for their cultivation,"
Jiang Shan immediately expressed his deep gratitude.
At this moment, his heart was clearer than a bright mirror, and he truly felt that the gift these two people had thought up could only be described as wonderful!
Not only were my paintings selected into the works of Shen Congwen, one of them was fortunate enough to be made into a woodblock print by Huang Yongyu.
What is this if not support?
Why did Fan Zeng insist on worshiping Shen Congwen as his teacher?
Whoever gets it will know the wonderful thing about it!
"Don't call me master," Huang Yongyu waved his hand to Jiang Shan. He didn't like this: "I can't stand hearing this."
"How is your cousin doing lately?" Jiang Shan really missed the old gentleman who was smiling all day long.
"The director who was just promoted a while ago," Huang Yongyu said with a smile on his lips, "Master Shen has been very annoying these days."
"Where did you start with this?"
"Ever since the Commercial Publishing House got Mr. Shen's "Research on Ancient Chinese Costumes", I have been writing to the publishers he has written for."
Shao Bolin nodded, and then added: "Even the publishing house in Xiangjiang called me."
Just last month, the top leaders emphasized this sentence in their year-end greetings: From now on, what to write and how to write can only be explored and gradually explored by writers and artists in artistic practice...
Next month, at the 1980 First Annual Conference on Modern Literature Research.
Chairman Wang Yao will point out in his speech: For a writer who has written more than 30 novels and has his own style, he has not received the attention we should give him for a long time...
Maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe it was in response to a call from above.
Jiang Shan understood that the "Shen Cong Wen fever" that was supposed to appear in the early 1980s had already begun in advance.
Compared with some calls from the mainland, Jiangshan believes that the operations of Wanwan and Xiangjiang are the direct starting guns for the "Shen Congwen" craze.
"Actually, as early as 1961," Huang Yongyu said, looking at Jiangshan, "Yale University once published a book called "History of Modern Chinese Novels."
Although this book has not been published in the mainland, it has been translated and published simultaneously by Wanwan and Xiangjiang this year.
It didn't take long for this translation to be spread to the mainland.
In this book, the length of Shen Congwen is basically the same as that of Lu Xun.
Shen Congwen is also called "the greatest impressionist in modern Chinese literature" in this book.
Although the relevant people in China have not understood what an impressionist is in modern literature at this moment, it has not stopped them from taking a new look at Master Shen, who was previously ignored.
“What is an Impressionist in modern literature?”
At this time, none of the people sitting here understood the meaning of this official position. Fortunately, Representative Jiang stepped forward to ask questions.
"How did I know?" Huang Yongyu heard this for the first time: "Don't talk about you, even my cousin doesn't understand."
"..." Jiang Shan was stunned for a moment, but quickly gave a definition: "No matter what it means, it sounds unusual anyway."
"That's right," Chen Peisi also felt the same way: "Just listening to it makes me feel high-end."
"Ha!" Huang Yongyu snorted coldly.
"What are you talking about?"
"Xiao Jiang, you haven't seen it," Huang Yongyu said unhappily: "Those friends and disciples who haven't seen each other for many years are now busy writing articles about my cousin."
With the continuous efforts of a large number of newspapers and periodicals, all of Shen Congwen's previous works will be gradually unearthed.
Next year, Shen Congwen will not only receive many invitations to give lectures and teach abroad, but will also be nominated for the Nobel Prize for Literature twice in a row in the 1980s.
In 1988, he was shortlisted for the Nobel Prize in Literature.
Unfortunately, the end of Shen's life will also arrive in the same year, and he did not wait for the moment when the winners were announced.
"Don't you write two articles?" Jiang Shan felt that Huang Yongyu was the person who should write the most.
"Of course I have to write it," Huang Yongyu was afraid that outsiders would just pick on his cousin's pain points and write: "I have already received manuscript invitations from several publishing houses."
"You must remind me after you finish writing," Jiang Shan knew Huang Yongyu's writing style: "It must be good-looking."
"That's right," Huang Yongyu said without hesitation: "Xiao Jiang, you can also write. Outsiders are rushing here, but you are one of our own."
Huang Yongyu, who was afraid that the boy would miss the trip, suddenly remembered after saying these words.
When Shen Congwen was still at a low ebb, Comrade Xiao Jiang had already published continuously for him:
"The key figure behind the success of Silk Road Flower Rain", "20 years of persistence, just because of the Prime Minister's words", "The story behind the book on ancient Chinese costumes"...
In the opinion of Huang Yongyu and Shen Congwen, it was Jiangshan's articles that were reprinted by various newspapers and periodicals that made various publishing houses go straight to "Research on Ancient Costumes".
Compared with those fake eyebrow gadgets that appear now, Jiangshan, a young man, can be called a righteous man.
Thinking of this, Huang Yongyu looked at Jiangshan with even more joy: "Xiao Jiang."
"Um?"
"You haven't been preparing interview scripts for various colleges recently," Huang Yongyu said:
"If you are interested in Pujiang Normal University, your teacher Shen can contact you."
"Teacher Shen, do you have any acquaintances at Normal University?"
"My cousin helped build the history museum of the National Normal University. How can you not be familiar with it?"
"Really?" This is the first time Jiang Shan has heard of this.
"Due to limited funds at that time," Huang Yongyu recalled, "the head of the history department of the Normal University asked my cousin to buy a batch of leftover cultural relics from the museum..."
Not only is the price cheap, but the quality is second only to national collection standards.
Not only that, Shen Congwen also sent his collection of Qianlong palace paper and several precious silk fabrics to the showroom of the Normal University Museum because of his good friend relationship.
To this day, it is still a top-level teaching aid in the History Department of the Normal University.
"Then I must go and take a look."
At this time, Chen Peisi, who was sitting next to Jiang Shan, had already put the crown print integrating the two families into the brocade box again.
"Keep it well," Chen Peisi said enviously as she closed the lid of the brocade box.
It wasn't until the lid of the box was completely closed that Liu Xiaoqing was willing to look back: "This is called a work of art!"
"Come, come, everyone has it,"
Seeing that the food was almost ready, Jiang Shan took out a few tapes from his bag with a smile:
"We all must be happy for me next year, and no one must be left behind."
"It's a tape," Liu Xiaoqing was the first to pick it up: "Did Zhu Fengbo release the tape?"
Chen Peisi was also watching carefully: ""Rose Blooms Everywhere", is this song good?"
"You haven't heard of it?" Huang Yongyu took a look at the catalog on the tape cover: "I seem to have heard of all the songs on it."
"Yeah," Shao Bolin, who moved the slowest, just took out his reading glasses and put them on: "Let me see what songs they are."
While the table was admiring the rare objects in their hands, the two guests at the table were looking at them in surprise.
One of them couldn't help but stretch his neck.
"The theme song in the movie "Wedding" I shot last year was sung by Teacher Zhu."
Looking at the familiar figure on the tape, Liu Xiaoqing couldn't help but hum.
"Comrade Xiao Liu also sings very well." Shao Bolin did not expect to hear Liu Xiaoqing singing live: "I remember the theme song of "Little Flower", you can also sing it, right?"
"Yes, it's called "Velvet Flower"." Liu Xiaoqing seemed to be addicted to singing: "But I like this song better. My sister is in tears looking for her brother~"
"It sounds great," Huang Yongyu couldn't help but praise: "You can sing this song in the movie?"
"It was sung by teacher Li Guyi," Liu Xiaoqing smiled, but the next second: "What a pity."
"What's a pity?" Huang Yongyu asked.
"Haven't you heard? The two songs in "Little Flower" are both classified as obscene and pornographic songs."
"Yellow?" Shao Bolin had the biggest reaction: "How can my sister find her own brother and become the most popular singer?"
"Some bastard must have come to the conclusion," Huang Yongyu obviously didn't hear about this: "I think I just fed them too much."
Chen Peisi has heard about this a long time ago. He has always wanted to figure out a question: "Why do the songs that I think sound good turn out to be pornographic songs?"
One sentence directly made Jiangshan happy.
Like everyone else, he doesn't know why?
But what is even more incredible is that soon even songs like "Night at the Military Port" will be included in the ranks of pornographic songs.
You know, this is a song tailor-made for Su Xiaoming by the Haizheng Song and Dance Troupe.
"Openness doesn't mean everything can be released."
"He hums and hums, but he doesn't have any military aura at all."
"Soldiers must be more vigilant. How can we sing songs that make them sleep!"
"Night at the Military Port" was revealed to Commander Ye.
After listening carefully to "Night at the Military Port", this person immediately gave the order: "Perform boldly and sing boldly!"
This led to "Night at the Military Port" winning the first place in the national outstanding song selection in 1980.
"Yes," Jiang Shan smiled bitterly: "It seems that apart from "Rose Blooms Everywhere" and "Nostalgic Love" in my hands, the team of Mi Mi Zhi Yin is getting bigger and bigger."
"I'm talking about Jiangshan," Chen Peisi wanted to ask just now: "Where did you get all these tapes? They were all sung by Zhu Fengbo, and there were no other songs."
"Yes." There were still several dishes in the guest house: "What songs do you want to listen to, but I have to tell you in advance, my songs are all melodious music."
"Hahaha," Liu Xiaoqing almost choked on a sip of tea: "It's okay, he just likes to listen to Mi Mi music."
"If "Nostalgic Love" can be considered to be the music of Mi Mi," Teacher Shao risked his life: "Then I also like to listen to Mi Mi music."
"Me too," Chen Peisi told the truth: "I love to listen to all those Teresa Teng's melodious sounds."
"You are in danger, be careful and get caught," Huang Yongyu pointed at Chen Peisi with his pipe, then turned to look at Jiang Shan:
"Xiao Jiang, do you have Teresa Teng's songs?"
While they were talking and laughing, no one noticed the movement at the table.
But the two comrades at the table were listening to them quietly.
From time to time, they would lean together and discuss a few words in a low voice.
"Jiangshan," Liu Xiaoqing looked at the tapes in everyone's hands curiously: "Where did you get this tape? Why can't Yanjing see any of it?"
"To be honest, everyone, this tape is the first stereo tape recorded in the mainland. It has already achieved sales of up to 100,000 yuan in Hong Kong,"
The first words were spoken in a clear and concise tone, but they were followed immediately by: "It's a pity that not even one-fifth of the sales task was completed."
"Xiangjiang?" Liu Xiaoqing's big eyes widened: "Not Pujiang?"
Chen Peisi stretched out her ten fingers: "One hundred thousand?"
"Why should you give them one hundred thousand?" Huang Yongyu couldn't bear to hear this: "Why don't you even give Yanjing a box?"
"Isn't this already there?"
Jiang Shan pointed to the tape on the table: "In the next three months, there will be more "Rose Blooms Everywhere" coming to you."
Shao Bolin looked at him strangely: "How did you know?"
Jiang Shan smiled: "Because this is my next task!"
After speaking, Jiang Shan retracted his spread hands.
"You gotta do it,"
Liu Xiaoqing, who was amused by him, was about to reach out and hit him.
But I never thought that I would be photographed from behind by someone else first.
"Xiao Qing," a familiar voice came over later.
"Ah," Liu Xiaoqing quickly looked back, his eyes immediately filled with surprise: "What a coincidence, you are also at the Yanjing Hotel?"
At this time, Jiang Shan was no more shocked than Liu Xiaoqing.
At this moment, Li Guyi and Gu Jianfen were also looking at him with smiles.
