Chapter 264: Unexpected and Wonderful

A peacock blue brocade box, one foot long and one square, was placed on the white tablecloth. No matter how you look at it, it is not inferior to the wooden box of Dunhill.

"I also have a gift?" Jiangshan was in a good mood at this moment.

After all, he also liked this unexpected surprise.

"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 there were looking at the brocade box curiously.

"Don't say," Jiangshan stretched out his hand to the brocade box: "I'm a little nervous now."

While talking, the brocade box had been opened.

"What is this?"

Before opening the brocade box, Jiangshan had already quickly come up with several guesses.

Unfortunately, none of them were correct.

"Pearls and jade, fairy birds, and the Queen Mother's guard of honor," Jiangshan felt a surprise that was both gorgeous and familiar, coming to him:

"Isn't this the Nine Dragons and Four Phoenixes Crown that I painted before? You made it into a board painting?"

"Not bad, Xiao Jiang," Shao Bolin couldn't help but praise: "You can tell at a glance that this is a board painting."

"If you can't even tell this, don't bother with me in the future!"

Jiangshan, who knew Huang Yongyu's "Ashima" board painting skills well, picked up a table in the brocade box with surprise.

Jiangshan could be happy for a year to get such a gift.

The painting in his hand at this moment was the "Nine Dragons and Four Phoenixes Crown" that he had painted for Shen Congwen in Dunhuang before.

This crown was enjoyed by the Queen of Emperor Qinzong of the Song Dynasty during her lifetime. It was layered and inlaid with jade and gold.

How delicate Jiangshan's painting was at that time, how much effort Huang Yongyu spent in carving later.

"This crown is not easy to carve, isn't it?" Jiangshan looked at it bit by bit along the texture: "How much effort did you spend on it?"

The size and details are almost the same, just adding some colors on the basis of his own meticulous painting.

But it is these pearlescent green added later that make the whole picture immediately reveal the soaring nobleness that is unrivaled in the six palaces.

"Let me tell you this," Huang Yongyu gritted his teeth and said: "Before I started, I planned to carve all four of your crowns, but since I started..."

"The plan was cancelled." Jiangshan looked at the unique piece in his hand and laughed so hard that his shoulders were shaking.

"Your teacher Huang also said before that after the completion, let me give you a set of stamps in the crown series."

No matter whether he got his wish later, Shao Bolin really thought it was a good suggestion when he heard Huang Yongyu's suggestion.

"Don't mention it anymore," Huang Yongyu smiled and shook his pipe, "Even if I only finished this one, I'm already very happy."

Jiang Shan nodded, "I'm very happy too."

The table was now in the hands of Chen Peisi and Liu Xiaoqing.

Even the two little guys on the side came over.

"You've been preparing this gift for a long time, right?" Jiang Shan thoughtfully served a bowl of sweet soup to Teacher Huang: "Do you like me so much?"

"Don't be so nice,"

How could Huang Yongyu admit that this was the result of a discussion between him and his uncle: "If my uncle hadn't interceded for you, I wouldn't bother."

"Your uncle's suggestion?"

"I forgot to inform you of something," Huang Yongyu just remembered when he mentioned Shen Congwen:

"The four pictures of the queen's crown you drew will be put into the pages of "Research on Ancient Chinese Costumes", and 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 and sent everywhere.

"Can you find a second one?"

"Thank you for your cultivation,"

Jiang Shan immediately expressed his deep gratitude.

At this time, his heart was clearer than a mirror, and he sincerely felt that the gift these two had thought of could only be described as indescribable!

Not only were his paintings selected into the works of the great Shen Congwen, but one of them was also fortunately made into a woodcut by Huang Yongyu.

If this is not a promotion, what is it?

Why did Fan Zeng beg Shen Congwen to be his teacher before?

Whoever gets it knows the wonderfulness of it!

"Please don't call me master," Huang Yongyu waved his hand at Jiangshan, he didn't like it: "I just can't get used to it."

"How is your cousin recently?" Jiangshan really missed the old gentleman who smiled all day long.

"I was promoted to director a while ago," Huang Yongyu said with a smile on his face, "Master Shen has been very annoyed recently."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Since the Commercial Press got Mr. Shen's "Research on Ancient Chinese Costumes", we have been calling publishing houses for him to write for us."

Shao Bolin nodded, and then added, "Even the publishing houses in Hong Kong called us."

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 developed by artists in artistic practice...

Next month, at the first annual meeting of modern literature research in 1980.

President Wang Yao will point out in his speech: For a writer who has written more than 30 novels and has his own style, we have not paid enough attention to him for a long time...

Perhaps it was a coincidence, or perhaps it was to respond to the call from above.

Jiangshan understood that the "Shen Congwen 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 gun 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 yet understood what an impressionist is in modern literature, 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 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 point, Comrade Xiao Jiang had already published continuously for him:

"The key figure behind the success of Flower Rain on the Silk Road", "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, the younger generation, is called a righteous person.

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 Normal University. How can you not be familiar with it?"

"Really?" This was the first time Jiang Shan heard about 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 cultural relics left over 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 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 closed the lid of the brocade box with envy.

It wasn't until the lid of the box was completely closed that Liu Xiaoqing was willing to look away: "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 glanced 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, had just taken 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 classified as obscene and pornographic songs."

"Yellow?" Shao Bolin's reaction was the biggest: "Can my sister find her own brother and become a Mi Mi music?"

"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 are 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's humming and humming, 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 poked in front of Chief 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 music is all 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 also be considered as the music of Mi Mi," Teacher Shao risked his life: "Then I also like to listen to the music of Mi Mi."

"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 of getting caught," Huang Yongyu pointed at Chen Peisi with his pipe, then turned to look at Jiang Shan:

"Xiao Jiang, do you have any songs by Teresa Teng?"

While 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 to 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, 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 do 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 he never thought that he 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 filled with surprise: "What a coincidence, you are also at the Yanjing Hotel?"

At this time, Jiangshan was no more shocked than Liu Xiaoqing.

At this moment, Li Guyi and Gu Jianfen were also looking at him with smiles.