Chapter 124 Where did Mr. Qi hide the painting?

In 1979, "Qi Baishi's Works Collection" was included in the 1980 stamp issuance plan.

Soon, the stamp issuing bureau entrusted the project to the stamp design master Shao Bolin.

Therefore, after receiving the commission, Shao Bolin immediately started collecting materials.

Although Mr. Qi created a lot of works in his life, the framework of the works designed by Shao Bolin set two principles.

One is Qi Baishi's favorite flowers and birds, and the other is a narrow vertical screen, because the banner works have the most Chinese characteristics.

However, it is extremely difficult to find 16 favorite paintings among tens of thousands of scattered works.

Jiang Shan picked up a small teapot and poured a cup for the two masters: "Do you know whose residence Yanjing Academy was originally?"

Huang Yongyu, who was holding his pipe in his mouth, immediately laughed: "How can I know this? When Mr. Qi was alive, I was a frequent visitor to his house."

Jiang Shan knew Huang Yongyu's temper, so he said half-jokingly: "Then tell me, where did Mr. Qi hide the painting?"

Upon hearing this, Huang Yongyu and Shao Bolin looked at each other.

He wondered: "He also hid the paintings? Didn't he even donate the house?"

"That's right," Jiang Shan continued to murmur: "It is true that he donated the house, but there are still paintings in the house."

Qi Lao's house, as they call it, was later the Yanjing Painting Academy.

Only then did Shao Bolin realize: "Comrade Xiao Jiang, what do you mean, Mr. Qi still has some paintings hidden in the Yanjing Painting Academy?"

"It's not hidden there," Jiang Shan calculated the time: "But it should be dug out soon."

"dig it out?"

"Well," Jiang Shan nodded: "There are all exquisite products that Qi people are reluctant to take out..."

The night in Guangzhou Academy was extremely quiet.

Thanks to Huang Yongyu's enthusiastic efforts to win over him, Jiang Shan and Yu Sigui saved a lot of money.

There are large and small exhibition halls scattered around the art academy, which is enough to spend an afternoon visiting and taking photos.

At this moment, he only regretted not bringing his second brother out. It would be good to gain some knowledge together.

Huang Yongyu's studio is located in the westernmost corner of the art academy. Looking out the window during the day, you can see a pond.

But this time, it was already pitch black.

In the studio, the gray cement floor is so smooth that it reflects the light from the roof.

There are scrolls hanging on the walls, some are completed and some are only half-painted.

Huang Yongyu would go over and add a few strokes from time to time.

At this moment, Jiang Shan was sitting at the painting table. He was painting an owl for the girl under Yu Sigui's soft touch.

"Big or small," Jiang Shan wrote and asked: "Otherwise, just draw an egg."

"I can draw eggs myself," Yu Sigui, who was with Jiang Shan, became more and more cheerful: "Just draw two small ones!"

"Okay, it's easy." Jiang Shan looked at the birdcage and started to draw the bird.

At this time, Huang Yongyu was holding a stack of newspaper clippings on the bamboo chair next to the birdcage, looking at it in awe.

After a while, he put down the newspaper clipping without finishing it.

After that, he said to Shao Bolin who was looking at the monkey with a magnifying glass: "How long do you want to look at the monkey?"

Shao Bolin himself was laughing: "I have to understand the texture of your monkey so that I can make boards in the future!"

"I don't know if it can be published yet," Huang Yongyu was not worried about this. At this moment, he only cared about:

"What's next for this serialized novel you brought?"

Shao Bolin pointed to the newspaper clippings: "They're all here. That's it. My friends in Pujiang helped me collect them."

"Pujiang newspaper?" Huang Yongyu turned to Jiangshan and asked, "Jiangshan, have you ever heard of lurking in Pujiang?"

Jiang Shan, who was painting birds, didn't even raise his head: "Latent? Novel?"

Shao Bolin nodded: "Yes, the novel is serialized in your city's Pujiang Daily."

"I know this, I wrote it."

In Jiang Shan's painting, one bird has its left eye open and the other bird has its left eye closed, making Yu Sigui giggle and giggle.

"What did he just say?" Huang Yongyu thought he heard wrongly and looked at Shao Bolin and asked.

Shao Bolin was stunned for a moment, pointed to the country and said to Huang Yongyu: "He said he wrote this novel."

"Huh?" Huang Yongyu quickly looked down.

In the column of the author of "Latent" in the newspaper, two words are clearly printed: Jiangshan.

My original name is my original surname, for fear that others will not know who I am.

He suddenly stood up.

He quickly walked up to Jiangshan, pointed at the newspaper clipping and asked, "Is this Jiangshan you?"

At this time, Jiangshan's two birds were almost finished.

"The latent publication in "Pujiang Daily" has been discontinued a long time ago," Jiang Shan asked the two of them with a smile: "How is it? I write good novels, right?"

Huang Yongyu was shocked: "Is it really you who wrote it?"

"The former editor-in-chief of Pujiang Daily was my eldest brother," Jiang Shan explained the reason:

"Now he has been transferred to Oriental Metropolis Daily, and I have followed suit. The series is almost over."

Huang Yongyu grasped the key point: "Is this latent serialization almost over?"

Shao Bolin also asked: "What happened to Yu Zecheng after that?"

Jiang Shan Wei Qian: "This cannot be explained clearly in one or two sentences."

"Then write,"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Yongyu put away the paintbrush in Jiang Shan's hand, and Shao Bolin took away the "owl" on the table with both hands.

Jiang Shan was confused: "Write it right away?"

Huang Yongyu's eyes widened: "Hurry up."

Shao Bolin also wanted to read it: "If it's not troublesome, just write it. My old friends also like to read this novel."

As soon as he heard this, Jiang Shan became more motivated: "Okay, the teachers like it, and I will write no matter how hard or tiring it is."

As the night gets darker, the owl in the birdcage becomes more lively.

The versatile Huang Yongyu went to the kitchen and brought some meat sticks back to feed the birds.

At this moment, Shao Bolin, who was standing behind Jiang Shan, took off his reading glasses with a sigh on his face.

"Old Huang, editor Xiao Jiang, reminds me of when you were an editor."

"They are not as fun now as we were back then." Huang Yongyu leaned on the sofa and smiled with his eyes closed.

Shao Bolin nodded: "Yes, it was great back then!"

As soon as he heard Huang Yongyu mentioned that year, Jiang Shan was immediately excited.

One of the purposes of his trip was: "Teacher Huang, where did you work as an editor?"

"Want to hear?"

"Tell us about it."

"Okay," Huang Yongyu said, taking advantage of Jiangshan's efforts in rushing out novels all night long: "Before liberation, I got a job as an art editor at Hong Kong's "Da Gong Bao"."

Jiang Shan quietly put down the pen in his hand.

Huang Yongyu slowly recalled: "Besides me, there were two other people in the editorial department at that time, international telecommunications translator Zha Liangyong, and copy editor Chen Wentong."

These two people were later Jin Yong and Liang Yusheng.

"The outside world says that Xiao Cha has two pens," Huang Yongyu took a sip from his pipe.

Jiang Shan answered: "One writes martial arts novels, and the other writes film reviews."

"As expected of working in a newspaper." In the era when Huang Yongyu was an editor, the news obtained by the newspaper could be worth half of the secrecy bureau:

"Actually, Chen Wentong helped him write the novel at the beginning. As for the film reviews, I wrote them all."

Shao Bolin supported his old friend and said:

"Xiao Jiang, you may not know that when Mr. Huang was in Xiangjiang, he was not only the editor of "Da Gong Bao" and "New Evening News", but also worked as a screenwriter for Great Wall Film."

Of course Jiang Shan knew that until Jin Yong was 70 years old, Huang Yongyu would still call out "Xiao Cha" when he saw him.

However, Yu Sigui on the side didn't know, so he said from the bottom of his heart: "It's amazing!"

"We were just playing newspapers at that time," that is the time Huang Yongyu misses the most:

"It doesn't matter if the three of us went to a restaurant to eat and forgot to bring money. When we were about to finish eating, I would either draw a picture or write a movie review, and then Xiaocha would call someone to collect the manuscript and pay the bill..."
To be continued...