Where is this? Jin Huabin woke up with a splitting headache and looked around. The light in the house was very dark, and a hand-painted abstract painting could be seen hanging on the wall. It looked like an oil painting, but in the middle was a large Chinese literati painting.
The technique is freehand, but the brushwork is relatively unfamiliar, like a student's work. The painting style is somewhat like my own handwriting, the style of the bedroom is somewhat similar to my own, the quilt and sheets are exactly the same as my own bedroom, but the one on the side is the same.
The dressing table showed that this was a girl's bedroom, although there were not many cosmetics on it. Jin Huabin only remembered drinking with Zhang Guifang's father under the big camphor tree, and the rest of the story was fragmented. He hit his head hard with his hand, and when
, dang, dang... Several bells rang. He was busy fumbling for the bedside lamp and took a look. Oh no, it was already nine o'clock in the morning. He was late for work. He got up and got dressed. He looked at his clothes.
Wear it well on your body. The BB machine on your waist started to vibrate again. I opened it hurriedly and saw more than 20 paging calls, all from home phones. Jin Huabin has been a good son since he was a child and rarely stays out all night.
If he didn't reply, his parents would inevitably be worried if such a situation suddenly occurred. He sorted out his thoughts and realized that he must have been drunk last night and fell asleep on Zhang Guifang's bed for some reason. Let's make sure the family is safe first, and then rush to the work immediately.
, it is better to be late than to be absent from work. Jin Huabin opened the bedroom door and came to the living room. He saw that Zhang Guifang had already served breakfast and greeted him with a smile: "You were drunk yesterday, so I had to carry you to my room.
Slept all night."
During the first blind date, he slept at the woman's house, and she saw her drunken and ugly behavior. Jin Huabin drank a bowl of porridge without daring to raise his head. After saying goodbye, he hurried to the cultural station. p>
The cultural station only gets busier around holidays. The usual work schedule is so busy that Jin Huabin is in charge of the archives. On weekdays, few people come to borrow books. Even when he arrived nearly two hours late, no colleague noticed. But no one found out.
The same thing, the clock at the door will still show the time. Every time someone comes in, a hole will be punched at the corresponding time point on the hard paper attendance card, indicating that you are late, and the leader's signature will not be deducted.
Salary.
Stationmaster Yang is a middle-aged woman. Like most work units, in a work unit where people are busy gossiping, she has to find something interesting to do to pass the time, right? What's more, she is very familiar with Jin Huabin's mother, and she has worked there before.
I introduced a girlfriend to Jin Huabin. When his mother’s BB paged her son and there was no news, she just called her to ask if his son was working in the workplace. When he saw Jin Huabin come in, he asked excitedly as if he had discovered a new world.
Yesterday’s blind date.
What happened last night will definitely become darker and darker once it is mentioned, and it may become the most gossipy news in the company this year. Yesterday, Master Wu mentioned that his craftsmanship was passed down from Zhang Zongzu, and this name seems to be in the county annals.
I've seen it. Jin Huabin blushed and changed the subject: "After the blind date yesterday, I discovered a good social research topic. In order to follow it, I didn't come back. Do you know what it was?"
Cultural stations are like nursing homes. Although they eat royal food, they have no sense of existence at the government level. Stationmaster Yang's heart is also full of crisis. When he heard what he said, he became really interested and said: "What new continent has been discovered? What will you do?"
Tell me?"
"Isn't the county government engaged in tourism? Tourism must have stories and cultural bonuses. Yesterday, I met a stonemason who specializes in carving stone windows. He is a descendant of Zhang Zongzu. If we dig around, there may be some materials that can add value to our culture.
Extra points for standing." Jin Huabin said while writing Zhang Zongzu's name.
Stationmaster Yang has two brushes, extensive knowledge and strong memory, and is known as the encyclopedia of Immortal Residence. When he heard the three words Zhang Zongzu, he immediately reacted and said: "I know this man. He is a master of stone carving in the Qing Dynasty. He was born in
1849, courtesy name Mengzhe, a native of Hedu Shicang'ao. He has been passionate about stone carving art since he was a child. The stone windows he made have strong three-dimensionality, smooth lines, soft yet strong, especially the four dragon stone pillars and dragon beards he carved in the Chenghuang Temple next to the pavilion.
Bi Xian, with clear scales and claws, head raised and tail raised, mouth open with pearls in his mouth, turning left and right, ready to speak, has a typical oriental art style. It is said that the pillar of our cultural station was carved by him." After speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed far away.
Two pillars beside the entrance hall.
Jin Huabin nodded and praised: "Webmaster Yang has a good memory, even a small eight pole can't keep up."
Webmaster Yang was overjoyed after hearing this and said: "You should follow up on this material first to see if it has any value. You can go to the archives to collect information. At the same time, you can visit the people to see if there are any legendary stories or anything like that. County Chronicles
A few dry sentences in it will not be of much help to tourism. Young people, it all depends on you in the end."
Jin Huabin followed: "The beautiful lies of our predecessors have been circulated for hundreds of years and have become today's myths. We will also be our predecessors in the eyes of future generations. Is this what you mean? Webmaster Yang?"
"You can teach me, you can figure it out on your own." Webmaster Yang crumpled out an ancient sentence, followed him to the reference room, picked up the Guangxu edition of the county annals, and searched for it carefully.
The most vivid things Zhang Zongzu carves are all kinds of dragons. There are many myths related to dragons in Xianju City. The scenery includes the Stone Dragon Linyu by the county seat and the Dragon Mother Rock in Hengxi. Find some old people who make stone carvings.
Ask if there are any allusions such as Gu Qizhi's painting of dragon and light, wouldn't it add a layer of mythology to the stone window craftsmanship? The ancestor was originally a god in the minds of his disciples and descendants.
The state-owned art carving factory where my father works has old artists who carve stone windows. Maybe one of them has the story of Zhang Zongzu. Jin Huabin asked Stationmaster Yang for instructions and then went to the stone carving workshop outside the east gate. His father’s colleague Master Zhou
This is the story of Lou Zi from the Art Carving Factory. You might as well ask him for some information.
The business of state-owned factories is too bad. There are too many rules and regulations for doing the same business. At the Canton Fair, the contracts were snatched away by private companies. Because there is no work, everyone is surrounding Master Zhou to listen to his talk. Listen to Jin Huabin mention
, Master Zhou felt energetic, took a sip of tea and said: "Young man, I have found the right person. Let me tell you the story of Master Zhang Zongzu. It is said that more than a hundred years ago, one day during the typhoon season, a strong wind blew
Heavy rains continued, flash floods broke out, and the Yong'an creek swelled. Some of the cargo ships traveling in the creek were washed to pieces by the flood, and some were blown by the strong wind and floated quickly to the creek. A gust of wind came,
The ferry boat was blown over, and more than thirty passengers fell into the water like dumplings. They kept shouting for help. The situation was extremely critical. Do you know what strange thing happened at this time?" Speaking of urgency?
At the critical moment, Master Zhou made a mistake and stopped.
"What happened? Master Zhang Zongzu happened to be passing by on a boat and rescued them all?" a young man guessed.
"How can this be considered a miracle? You can guess again." After saying that, Master Zhou picked up the teacup and looked at everyone with a smile.