Jiang Shan held on to the gift like an old lady and didn’t let go.

"Comrade Fan," he said with a smile, "can you sit down and listen to me for a few words?"

"You can say whatever you want," Fan Jinshi said anxiously, "but these things must be taken back."

"Okay," Jiang Shan nodded: "I know what you mean, you should listen to what I mean first, okay?"

"Then..." Fan Jinshi softened: "Okay then, let's sit down and talk."

The scene just now made the little boy in the room so frightened that he kept grabbing his mother's trouser legs.

Fan Jinshi picked up the little boy and placed him on his lap.

On the thin yellow face, there are a pair of clear and bright eyes.

"Xiaomin, please say hello to your two uncles."

"Hello, uncle." Xiaomin blinked and said hello clearly.

"Hello."

Jiang Shan and Zhang Lu quickly showed what they thought were kind smiles.

Comrade Zhang Lu even stupidly said: "How polite this kid is!"

Fan Jinshi received a polite smile.

"Comrade Fan," Jiang Shan started talking about business:

"We are journalists by profession. According to an unwritten rule of the unit, we must prepare a gift for the interviewee."

"No, no, no," Fan Jinshi shook her hand. She was not that easy to fool: "No matter what, I can't accept these."

After saying that, she glanced at the spectacular gifts placed on the table.

High-speed iron buckets, short iron cans... canned food, snacks, malted milk.

There was everything to eat and drink, but there was so much that I was worried I wouldn’t be able to hold on even if I took another look.

They are all things that I usually want to buy but can’t bear to buy.

Fan Jinshi could tell after just a quick glance that these snacks might not be available in full order even in Wuhan, let alone Dunhuang.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but frown.

No matter how difficult the environment is, she can endure it.

But, what about the children?

This little one also comes to accompany its mother to protect the Dunhuang murals?

Five-year-old Xiaomin can't even protect himself!

Somehow, in Fan Jinshi's opinion, the items prepared by this reporter were all the children needed most!

The next second, she found a pile of books under the cookie jar.

The books don't look thick, and I don't know what they are.

"This is not a question of whether you can accept it," Jiang Shan continued, "but a matter of business rules, just like royalties."

Fan Jinshi was about to speak, but Jiang Shan's words covered her up: "You know Pan Hong, right?"

Fan Jinshi nodded: "I know!"

"When we interviewed her, we gave her a yellow dress."

Fan Jinshi: "..."

"And Liu Xiaoqing," Jiang Shan gestured: "She likes to drink soda, so we gave her a large box of Happy Coke."

Zhang Lu on the side nodded vigorously.

"Oh?" Fan Jinshi laughed: "Why does she look like a child?"

"In this expert group, there is a very famous painter named Huang Yongyu," Jiang Shan said with excitement:

"I really like his paintings. Do you know what I gave him when I interviewed him?"

At this moment, Fan Jinshi had already forgotten what she had said in the beginning.

Instead, he became interested in the question asked by the reporter in front of him: "What did you give him?"

"A pair of owls!"

"Alive?" Fan Jinshi asked in surprise.

At the same time, Zhang Lu and the little boy also stared blankly at Jiang Shan.

"Of course it's alive," Jiang Shan said with his hands in a ball, "It's only so big."

"Must be cute, right?"

"They are so cute, I regret not keeping one."

Outside the small window, Huang Yongyu and Shao Bolin, who were listening to the wall, looked at each other.

Then they curled their lips to each other and laughed.

"So," Jiang Shan returned to the topic: "I hope you can also accept the interview gift prepared by the newspaper."

"So that's what happened." Fan Jinshi has never been interviewed before, so she doesn't know the twists and turns:

"Then...well, what do you want to know?"

"Do you still remember how you copied and painted murals at Pujiang Meiying Factory?"

"Let me think about it..." Fan Jinshi recalled: "They seemed to have come twice in total, and the most recent one lasted more than 20 days."

"I'm currently in charge of the promotion of "Nine-Colored Deer" at American Film Studio. Here are some photos," Jiang Shan flipped through his bag:

"See if you can identify which cave mural it is painted on."

"Okay," Fan Jinshi nodded, and then looked at them one by one:

"This should be...yes, it should be the mural in Cave 257."

"Where's this one?"

"This is from Cave 285."

"You remember it so clearly?"

"Haha," Fan Jinshi smiled: "If you stay here for ten years, you will definitely remember it more clearly than me."

"Can you take us to see it in person?"

"No reward for no merit. If you don't leave in a hurry, I can take you to the grotto now."

"Immediately?" Of course Jiang Shan was happy: "But... it's just,"

"But it's just that," Huang Yongyu, who was outside the door, quickly walked into the house: "Let's go, take us with you."

"Yes," Shao Bolin also nodded: "No problem, we'll just stay here for a few nights."

"That's good," Jiang Shan asked for help. "Comrade Fan, please lead the way."

"You guys wait a minute," Fan Jinshi put her arm around her son's shoulders and said, "I'm going to give you a few instructions."

"I'm sorry, kid," Jiang Shan pulled out a stack of comics from the net pocket on the table:

"These are some books that uncle has chosen for you. See if you like them?"

They are all new animated movie comic strips released by American Film Studio.

"And this," Zhang Lu picked up the hawthorn slices: "Eat while reading, time flies by the fastest."

"Hmm~"

Several people in the room nodded at the same time, all deeply touched.

"Did you hear that?" Fan Jinshi thought it was a good idea: "Mom will be back in a minute."

"good!"

Xiaomin, the kid, agreed crisply and smiled very happily.

On the way to the grotto, Zhang Lu couldn't help but ask: "Who takes care of the children when you usually go to work?"

"I was tied to the bed when I was a kid. Now that my kids are older, they won't run around anymore."

Otherwise, my mother will send her to stay with relatives again.

"Can't you keep him with you?"

"Many of the places we went to were too dangerous," Fan Jinshi pointed upward from a distance: "Do you know what it is?"

Everyone raised their heads.

Zhang Lu shook his head, he didn't know where to go.

Jiang Shan replied: "Centipede Ladder."

"Have you seen it?" Huang Yongyu has never seen it.
To be continued...