"Yongyu!"

"knew."

Seeing Yong Yu saying "I know", his face looked like he would dare to do it next time.

Shen Congwen, who was in his seventies, shook his head with a wry smile and decided to change the topic: "What are you busy with recently?"

A few small lamps of paint on the small table had already caught his attention.

"You'd better stop reading." Shao Bolin reminded me friendly.

However, it is obviously still a step too late.

A picture album on the table was already in Shen Congwen's hand.

Looking at Jiang Shan and Huang Yongyu, they both picked up coffee cups at the same time.

There is still a little bit left in the bottom of the cup of Nestlé's instant drink.

"Yongyu!"

Poof~

Jiang Shan and Huang Yongyu laughed out loud at the same time.

"Can't you add some words to this lesbian?" Shen Congwen tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.

Huang Yongyu refused: "She is not my comrade."

Jiang Shan laughed so hard that he shook his shoulders and looked at Zhang Lu quietly.

"How many years have you been painting Water Margin?" Shen Congwen put it bluntly: "Why do you keep painting more and more..."

No, I must talk to Yong Yu carefully some other time when I find a place with no outsiders.

Only after hearing this story did I realize that the time when Huang Yongyu painted Water Margin had to be pushed back.

But as time and age increase, artistic expressions continue to make breakthroughs.

"The golden lotus is narrow, and the fragrant skirt reveals a hint of emotion," Jiang Shan almost shook his head:

"The jade bamboo shoots are slender, and the crisp legs really look like they have been cut off... Ordinarily, Teacher Huang's painting can be considered realistic!"

"Listen," Huang Yongyu pointed at the country and said, "The people's eyes are still bright."

By this time, Shao Bolin had already inspected the compartment door three or four times, fearing that there was an ambush outside.

"Ren Shi Naian said it was Su Ji," Shen Congwen waved his hand: "It's not Su Ji."

"Do you still want me to paint soft and fierce paintings?" Huang Yongyu also waved his hand: "Although art can be exaggerated, the safety of the artist must be protected first."

"Yongyu!"

Shen Congwen decided to change the topic, so he also picked up the paintbrush on the table.

The moment the old man started writing, the entire box fell silent.

Kuch Kuch, the movement of the train became more and more obvious.

Mr. Shen's rising and falling brush slowly extended from one end of the drawing paper to the other.

Jiang Shan's eyes followed the rise and fall of the brush.

Gradually, his pupils trembled slightly and his heart beat loudly.

When Huang Yongyu smiled and continued to smoke.

Jiang Shan said excitedly: "Phoenix?"

The small town on the drawing has rows of buildings on both sides of the bank nestled between mountains and rivers.

Needless to say, there are quite a lot of similarities with the description in "Border Town".

Although, the later movie "Border Town" was filmed in Phoenix.

But Jiangshan knew that the border town described by Shen Congwen was referring to Chadong.

However, Fenghuang Ancient City is indeed the hometown of Shen Congwen and Huang Yongyu.

"Have you been to western Hunan?" Shen Congwen dipped his ink.

"I've seen it before," Jiang Shan didn't answer directly: "It's the most beautiful town I've ever seen."

"This guy knows his stuff," Huang Yongyu praised: "When I get a chance, I'll take you back to take a look. The preservation is even better than what you saw in the photos."

Shen Congwen painted the last stroke: "I haven't painted for a long time, and I haven't been back for a long time."

"You don't want to write a paragraph?" Jiang Shan reminded.

"Just draw it for fun, don't be too particular."

"I'll do it," Huang Yongyu rolled up his short sleeves.

Old Shen was easy-going and immediately handed over the pen: "Here."

"Jiangshan's coffee, cousin's paintings,"

Huang Yongyu read while writing: "Berlin's worries, Yongyu's words!"

As soon as he saw the word "eldest nephew", Shen Congwen was speechless.

Shao Bolin, who saw his name, also shook his head: "Okay, now it's good, this album can't be seen by outsiders."

Only Jiang Shan thinks this is a good move: Where can I find a picture album with such a combination?

Simply priceless!

Huang Yongyu has always been outspoken.

Even after eighty, he can still say: The last woman's body I entered was the old and beautiful Statue of Liberty!

Listen, the longer you live, the more fun you have!

"Then let's not show it to outsiders," Huang Yongyu originally painted for fun: "Xiao Jiang, take it and continue painting."

"Are you willing?" Jiang Shan immediately hugged the album in his arms.

Huang Yongyu laughed at the inconsistency in his words: "Why don't you want to part with it? I already have several copies of Water Margin at home!"

There's more to this than Water Margin?

Jiang Shan quietly calmed his heartbeat, this trip was really not in vain.

It seems that after returning home, I really have to find a chance to find a pipe for Uncle Huang.

From the arrangements for food, clothing, housing and transportation, it can be clearly seen that the Propaganda Department has assigned experts the standards of high-ranking officials.

Jiang Shan and Zhang Lu always looked at each other from time to time, both knowing that they had taken advantage this time.

After walking around a lot during the day, Shen Congwen had a good sleep.

The same is true for Huang Yongyu and Shao Bolin.

When it was already bright in the carriage, the two of them sat up.

"What time is it?" Huang Yongyu asked as he opened the dark green curtains.

After that, I was stunned.

"It's seven o'clock."

After Shao Bolin finished speaking, he remained silent.

The two people lying on the lower bunk looked at each other, and then looked out the window together.

Outside the car window, a row of small animals crawled under the glass window.

The bared-toothed rabbit, the smiling fox, the naive panda, the rolling-eyed pig...

Head to head, face to face, each stretched out its front paws to rest on the window frame.

At the very edge, there is a reindeer lying down.

Although only half of the face is exposed, there is a small sparrow sitting on the exaggerated antlers.

At this moment, the little sparrow with its head tilted was looking into the eyes of the two people inside.

"Hey," Huang Yongyu immediately became happy: "This is fun!"

"No need to guess, it must be Jiang Shan who did it!"

The thing on the glass window immediately reminded Shao Bolin of Jiang Shan's owl when they first met.

The row of chubby owls parked on the ledge are quite similar to the row of animals digging at the windows.

"Who else could do this except him."

Huang Yongyu immediately stepped on the bed and slapped Jiang Shan on the upper bunk: "It's time to have breakfast."

"Did you do that thing on the car window?"

"I also paint for fun."

Huang Yongyu suddenly became energetic: "Let's take a walk, there are many windows outside, let's have a good time painting them today."
To be continued...