Under the gray-blue sky, the train from Yanjing rushed all the way to the northwest.

Shao Bolin withdrew his gaze from the window.

He lowered his head and glanced at Huang Yongyu who was sitting in front of the window: "Why do you still have the heart to draw? I don't know why they called Xiao Jiang out?"

"What's there to worry about?" Huang Yongyu didn't even bother to raise his head:

"I definitely want them to be more honest about what they should and shouldn't say, and just give them a few warnings in advance."

"You are quite clear!"

"I'm already this old," Huang Yongyu said, grabbing his pen: "If I couldn't even figure this out, I would have been kicked out of the organization long ago."

"But it's been too long!"

"If not, just go and ask around, and stop hanging around in front of my eyes!"

"I have to go take a look!"

Seeing Shao Bolin pushing out the door, Huang Yongyu shook his head and sighed.

Then, next to the small painting he just completed, he wrote a line of text:

Li Shishi's friends are either emperors or celebrities. Who dares to offend him?

Shao Bolin walked straight to Minister Wu's box.

After that, it stopped 5 or 6 meters away.

After coming out of Minister Wu's box, Jiang Shan and Zhang Lu looked at each other and smiled.

"Look here." Seeing the beautiful smiles of the two of them, Shao Bolin felt a lot more at ease: "Come here and talk first."

"Teacher Shao," Jiang Shan and Shao Bolin both lowered their voices: "Why are you here?"

"I'm worried about you two."

"Haha, it's okay," Jiang Shan hugged the other person and said with a smile, "I was panicked before I went in. Who knew the minister would take good care of us juniors?"

"How do you take care of it? Tell me!"

"Originally," Jiang Shan said truthfully, "Zhang Lu and I only planned to take pictures of the murals and song and dance troupes in Dunhuang!"

"The minister just spoke," Zhang Lu walked on the other side of Shao Bolin: "Allow us to take some photos of the expert team's work."

"working picture?"

"Yes, we can't take photos of daily life," Jiang Shan continued: "But I hope we can take more photos of the expert team's advice for this musical."

"oh,"

Shao Bolin figured it out immediately, and turned to look at Jiangshan.

Jiang Shan said nothing more and just nodded to him.

Both of them feel like Ming Jing.

The Propaganda Department wants to let the outside world know that "Flowers on the Silk Road" is a large-scale musical and dance drama carefully created by a team of well-known experts.

"Then let's start from now on. Go back and get the camera first, and start taking pictures from our house. Then I will take you to each house."

If Shao Bolin is going to shine, he must be worthy of the expert treatment for these half months.

"That's good. With you here, we won't be afraid of being kicked out."

In the narrow train aisle, Shao Bolin was sandwiched between Jiang Shan and Zhang Lu.

We were squeezing forward all the way, and when our feet were almost touching each other, we saw a head sticking out of the box in front of us.

Huang Yongyu, holding a pipe in his mouth, said: "You're back, I thought you were thrown out of the car!"

The three people filed in, each doing his or her own thing.

"Old Huang," Shao Bolin directed, "sit there for a while."

"what?"

"You can do whatever you want, as long as it looks like you are studying at your desk."

"Research? Research what?"

"Just sit there," Jiang Shan adjusted the camera: "Become a model for me and Zhang Lu!"

"Model? Is it just like me?" Huang Yongyu said as he sat down, not knowing which pose to take.

He held his head with one hand and said, "Is this okay?"

"You have to lie down and write something," Shao Bolin gestured: "Minister Wu asked Xiao Jiang and the others to take some photos of the expert team's work."

"I told you earlier," Huang Yongyu picked up the pen and said, "Let's take a picture."

In the small box, Jiang Shan held the camera and moved back and forth with Zhang Lu several times with his buttocks sticking out: "It's done!"

"It's over?" Huang Yongyu confirmed.

"It's over!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Shan was patted by Shao Bolin: "Let's go and have a look at the other rooms."

The compartment door quickly closed again.

At this moment, no one noticed that Huang Yongyu, who was still sitting in front of the window, wrote another line:

Ximen Qing: A whole four-volume novel was written just for you. How can you say that you are nothing special?

Each room has a different view. Most of the more than ten expert comrades are not lying on the bed.

Either they sit together and chat, or they sit together and talk about love.

In Shen Congwen's box, Jiang Shan, holding a camera, finally had the opportunity to take a look at the legendary Black Peony Zhang Zhaohe.

Zhang Zhaohe, who is old, looks ordinary and simple.

After half a life of ups and downs, there is still a bit of intelligence in the eyes that look at the country.

Looking at Shen Congwen again, he glanced at his wife's face from time to time, and he never stopped smiling.

"I'm sorry to disturb your rest," Jiang Shan said quickly, "Do you think I should send the photo to you at school or at home?"

"Just send it home," Shen Congwen glanced at his wife again: "Third sister, what do you think?"

"OK!"

"Teacher Shen," Shao Bolin, standing aside, patted Jiang Shan on the shoulder: "He is Jiang Shan."

"Oh?" Shen Congwen looked at Jiang Shan: "You wrote that copybook?"

"Have you seen it too?" Jiang Shan stood in a dignified manner. He knew Shen Congwen's calligraphy skills: "That's really embarrassing."

"That's where it gets ugly," Shen Congwen always told his juniors: "I think it's still remarkable!"

"You are saving face for me!"

"I'll give you a thumbs up when I get a chance in the future," Shen Congwen always had a smile on his face.

"Seriously?" Jiang Shan almost jumped up in joy: "Am I still so lucky?"

"This kid," Shen Congwen said with a smile, "go back first, I will come to your room to play for a while!"

"Hey, I'll go back and wait for you."

On the way back, Shao Bolin was caught between them again.

"The flattery is good." The longer they stayed together, the more open Shao Bolin's words became: "I had a rivalry with Lao Huang back in the day!"

"I told the truth."

"That's true," Shao Bolin nodded: "In those days, people who went to Shen's house as guests often rummaged through his paper basket before leaving, and even grabbed them when they took them out!"

"You told me earlier," Jiang Shan looked back frequently: "I will have to find an opportunity to go back later."

After being pushed back to the box by Shao Bolin, he happened to see Huang Yongyu stuffing his cigarette: "The photo was taken so quickly?"

"It's not an interview," Shao Bolin picked up the water glass and drank: "How long will it take to take a few photos!"

The train rumbled and jolted forward, and a sweet aroma filled the carriage.

Ever since I praised the coffee brewed by Huang Hua several times, Jiangshan’s coffee has never been out of stock.

"Did you buy it in Xiangjiang?" Huang Yongyu looked at the coffee bottle in his hand, then unscrewed the bottle cap and smelled: "It smells so good!"

"A friend of mine bought it for me, and his company often goes abroad!"

"I can get used to drinking this coffee," Shao Bolin took a small sip and said, "It's different from what I've tasted before."

"This is instant," Jiang Shan pointed to two small glass bottles: "It's not as authentic as yours back then."

"As long as it tastes good," Shao Bolin glanced at Huang Yongyu and said, "I don't understand this anyway."

"Why are you looking at me? I don't understand either."

"Uncle Huang, what are you drawing?" Jiang Shan's sharp eyes immediately took aim at the unclosed sketchbook.

"It's something to pass the time. You can read whatever you want."
To be continued...