Chapter 64 A bolt of lightning penetrated deep into the bone marrow
He remembered it very seriously. When Huang Hua was expressing his emotions, he did not forget to quickly roll up the pancake and stuff it into his mouth.
This scene fell in the eyes of Gu Taizhang, who immediately picked up the Mushu meat and put half of it on Jiang Shan's small plate.
Just now, Jiang Shan's dazed look in the conference room was exactly the same as when he told him about the "Quit Smoking" advertisement.
"Comrade Xiaojiang,"
As soon as Huang Hua finished speaking, 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," Director Gu put down his chopsticks: "What do you want to know?"
Jiang Shan: "I want to know about Dunhuang and the Silk Road."
Director Gu picked up his chopsticks again: "Then eat quickly. After you finish, I will take you to the Yanjing Library."
Jiang Shan's eyes lit up, yes, why did he forget about Yan Tu?
Yanjing Library
Across the wooden borrowing table, Jiang Shan took a thick stack of books from the librarian's hands.
Later, when he sat down and opened the first page of the catalog, he completely entered the "silk road".
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Gu Zhengzheng looked up at Jiangshan, then looked down at his watch.
More than an hour has passed. What is Comrade Xiao Jiang looking for?
He closed the copy of "The Famous Doctor Who Killed Both Sides" in his hand, stood up and walked slowly behind Jiang Shan.
Looking down, I saw Jiang Shan writing on his notebook:
[In 1961, the Maijishan Grottoes Buddha was included in the first batch of cultural relics protection units.
Jiaohe Ancient City Tallinn, Kizil Buddha Cave, Big Wild Goose Pagoda...]
"What is this...?" Gu Zhengzheng looked at the records in his notebook: "Isn't this still the Silk Road?"
I thought Jiangshan would have some unique design, but I didn't expect it would still follow the same old path.
"Yes," Jiang Shan himself was laughing. After closing the last book, he said, "Okay, that's almost it. I can't draw any more."
It turned out that I wanted to draw the Silk Road!
In the past, Pujiang Decoration Company had done quite a lot of painting, not to mention painting. In the past two years, it even hired experts to carve a stone painting.
After all the effort, I didn't see much splash.
Gu Zhengzheng felt a little disappointed. He thought Comrade Xiao Jiang could give him another surprise.
Forget it, he thought it was funny when he thought about it. It couldn't be that easy.
"Let's go, Director Gu."
Jiang Shan put on his square hat and rushed to the guest house with Gu Zhengzheng.
When they opened the door of 305, Huang Hua and Zhang Lu from the Publicity 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 and said, "Don't worry while I do the work."
Zhang Lu also nodded: "Pujiang Decoration Company has an office in Yanjing. Manager Huang made a call and the comrades in the office quickly delivered what you asked for."
After spending some time together at the TV station, Jiang Shan absolutely believed in Huang Hua's ability to do things: "I knew it would be a good idea to ask 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 was silent, and the temperature outside seemed to be lower than when they came.
At this moment, he had to quickly get himself moving.
It is said to be a guest house, but the standards of radio and television guest houses are not low.
Two single beds, two armchairs, a set of low cabinets, and a round coffee table.
Except for the desk that Jiangshan wanted, almost everything is ready.
There was no other way, so Jiang Shan started operating directly on the bed.
Strong cardboard is glued into a rectangular base 1 meter long, 60 centimeters wide and about 15 centimeters high.
Connect two sets of 8-watt small fluorescent tubes to the wires and fix them to the bottom of the carton.
Finally, a piece of white glass of approximately the same length and width was placed on top of 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 materials and handed them to him, the first thing Huang Hua thought of was the light box.
Unexpectedly, Jiangshan actually made a light box.
"If I had known I would have done it for you," Huang Hua was also a little disappointed. He had personally made even more advanced light boxes than this one.
Director Gu accompanied Shang Beitu, and he and Zhang Lu prepared the materials together.
I thought Jiangshan could do something unexpected, but this is it?
Look at everything in front of you, and then think about the situation in the library before.
Director Gu has completely guessed what Comrade Xiao Jiang is thinking.
Draw a display light box for 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, Jiang Shan took a box of fine sand from Zhang Lu's hand.
After closing the thick velvet curtains in the guest house, I pushed away all the debris on the single bed.
"Comrade Zhang Lu," Jiang Shan said politely, "turn off the lights for me."
When the fluorescent tube above the head went out, the two fluorescent tubes in the light box flashed a few times and turned on.
In the darkness, a simple sand painting table with white light appeared in front of everyone.
While Gu Zhengzheng frowned, Jiang Shan sprinkled all the fine sand in his hands on the sand painting table.
The next second, he said slowly:
"The prosperity of the world is just a handful of sand, a world of sand, and a journey of a thousand years."
Then, under Gu Zhengzheng’s eyes that became more and more round,
The ten dark fingers of Jiangshan suddenly clenched, opened, spread, and curled on the sand painting table.
In the last second, I used my finger as a pen to draw dots in the fine sand.
In the next second, he twisted his three fingers slightly and sprinkled them on the sand table...
In just a few dozen seconds, the only rectangular light source in the room came on.
Continuous sand dunes appeared, and an official in Han Dynasty official uniform, riding on a horse, rode forward.
Jiang Shan's fingertips continued to wander, and after a few seconds, the scepter held by the official announced his identity.
Soon, the three people in room 305, except Jiang Shan, all had their pupils trembling slightly and their breathing quickened.
What was just a pile of loose sand a moment ago turned into a painting in just a few dozen seconds.
However, when they first saw who it was, Jiangshan had already leveled "him" with one hand.
The three people almost blurted out, they really wanted to take a closer look.
This sand painting is even more exquisite than what they painted with brushes.
However, it has been restored to a pile of scattered sand.
"Silkworms came out of the East, and silk spread to the Western Regions..."
Jiangshan's voice sounded again.
The hand picks up the sand and turns the fingers, like a hundred strokes.
A plate of loose sand, gathered again and spread out,
Then, an hourglass appeared on the painting table with white light.
Jiang Shan, with one hand slightly curled, the hourglass actually showed the illusion of rotation.
It’s as if time and space are reversing!
In front of everyone's eyes, the grains of sand in the hourglass slowly slid from top to bottom.
The effect was so shocking that Huang Hua shed a tear without knowing it.
The picture was brushed away again, and the strange hands moved widely across the entire painting table,
JYG, Big Wild Goose Pagoda, Crescent Moon Spring, Mogao Grottoes Nine-story Pagoda...
"Papermaking, printing, sailing ships came from the east, porcelain went to the west..."
At this time, in Gu Zhengzheng's mind, the voice of Jiangshan seemed to come from the distant history.
“The ancient Silk Road with camels and bells, Hu Ma still heard the style of the Tang and Han Dynasties...”
The cold hair stood up and fell down, fell down and stood up again, and a bolt of lightning penetrated deep into the bone marrow...
