Spring Festival. January 31st, twenty-seventh year of the Republic of China.

This is the first Spring Festival after the National Government moved the capital to Chongqing. In the past two months, a large number of agencies, factories, and schools have moved to various places in Chongqing, bringing a large amount of materials and people to Chongqing. People from all walks of life and religions from all over the country have gathered in the mountain city. , has also led to the development of all walks of life in Chongqing, especially shops, restaurants, teahouses and hotels, which are crowded with people and bustling with people, and business is booming.

Although we are in wartime, the traditional festivals of the Chinese people cannot be ignored. In the face of a national crisis, it is even more important to highlight traditional culture and boost the morale of the military and civilians. Therefore, the main streets in the city are cleaning and removing dirt everywhere, and decorating with lanterns and colors to welcome the Spring Festival.

On Confucius Street in Linjiangmen, in front of the Confucian Temple, the Spring Festival temple fair is in full swing.

On the newly built open-air stage by the roadside, I saw two martial arts students, one handsome and one ugly, fighting each other with swords and swords flashing and tigers leaping and dragons flying. The fight was very lively. It turned out that the martial arts drama "Sanchakou" was being performed. From time to time, he won bursts of applause from the audience, and the cheers were more like the chattering sparrows, one after another.

On both sides of the stage, along the streets, there were many sheds of different sizes surrounded by bamboos and bamboo mats, with small colorful flags and red lanterns hung on the tops.

In the shed, there are sellers selling northern Sichuan jelly and hot and sour noodles; there are sellers who sell fried dumplings for frying oil; there are sellers who cook glutinous rice balls and sell them; there are also sellers of calligraphy, painting and toys; sellers of pots, basins and bowls; sellers of cigarettes and matches; and even more guessing. People who play lantern riddles and games...as far as you can see, there is everything to eat, drink and have fun.

The shop selling northern Sichuan jelly was packed early in the morning, and the young lady who was sweating profusely from the spicy food, with tears streaming down her face, was still talking about how delicious it was, and added some chili oil; the stall selling candies and turning off the lights was crowded with adults. Children, there was a sudden burst of cheers, it turned out that a child had won a big dragon; the little book stall next to it was also full of adults and children, each holding a little book, reading with gusto as if no one else was watching; even more amazing It was the live duck that won the grand prize. A group of young people gathered together, drinking and drinking, and it was very lively. Everyone planned to take a live duck home and stew it with pickled radish for the Chinese New Year.

As far as the eye can see, there are cheers, laughter, bustling people, and people walking shoulder to shoulder like crucian carp crossing the river. Accompanied by the sound of firecrackers exploding in the sky from time to time, and the screams of cannons soaring into the sky, it really feels like the New Year.

Lin Han looked at the lively scene in front of him, and his heart was surging. In his era, Eastern and Western cultures were integrated. Although the Lunar New Year was still a legal holiday, it was not taken seriously by people, and it was forbidden to set off fireworks, let alone such a lively event. Temple fair. He was like a child, looking here and there, very much like a countryman who had just entered the city.

Zhang Yunzhi looked at this new childlike brother, who was completely different from her usual serious and serious brother, and her face was so happy that her face blossomed. She and Lin Han walked side by side in front of everyone, looking left and right. They look very much like a young couple visiting a temple fair.

Principal Zhang and his wife looked at this with understanding smiles.

Zhang Yunfeng was also smiling today. The Military Command Bureau was on holiday and he rarely had free time. He happened to accompany his family to visit the temple fair. Although the little girl Jasmine was waiting around with a bag of things in her hand, she still took the time to cover her mouth and chuckle from time to time.

The family walked around the lotus pond on the street and walked to the left along Fuzichi Street. There were some stalls in front of them. Nearby were several fortune tellers. Those of Li Shenxian and Wang Banxian were either shaking their heads and murmuring, or paying close attention. The thoughtful look made the people who were doing the fortune telling feel a little more uneasy. A lot of people gathered in the distance, and bursts of cheers could be heard from time to time. Looking past the crowd of heads, one could see hanging behind them. The calligraphy, painting and couplets on display turned out to be a stall where people painted and wrote Spring Festival couplets on site.

Principal Zhang is a man who has read poetry and books, so he is naturally interested in calligraphy and painting, so he stepped forward. Everyone onlookers saw that Principal Zhang was gentle and elegant, and they gave in to him, so it was not difficult for him to squeeze into the crowd.

I saw a wooden painting table set up inside, covered with wool felt and snow-white rice paper, with pens, inks, paper and inkstones nearby. A young man with a double-parted hair, a scarf, and a gray long cotton robe was painting.

But when I saw him paying close attention, the brush in his hand was moving like a dragon and a snake, using thick ink and light strokes, his brushstrokes were wide open and wide, and his power penetrated the back of the paper, you could tell at a glance that he had extraordinary attainments.

In less than ten minutes, several wild horses have jumped onto the page, either holding their heads high and neighing, or walking with their heads lowered. They are vivid and lifelike. What is even more wonderful is that in the traditional techniques of Chinese painting, the perspective and layout of Western paintings are also hidden.

, it was breathtaking. The surroundings suddenly burst into cheers and applause.

Principal Zhang's eyes lit up and he hurriedly raised his head. The young man who painted the painting also put a mark on the painting and stamped it. When he raised his head, he met Principal Zhang's eyes.

Principal Zhang and the young man cupped their fists and raised their hands at the same time.

This young man spoke first: "So it's Brother Huanshan. It's rare that you come to visit the temple fair."

Principal Zhang said hurriedly: "Brother Beihong, it turns out it's you. I also thought that some master was performing his skills here!"

A young man who looked like a student came over and took the painting, clamped it on the rope behind him with a wooden painting clip, and said to the crowd of spectators: "Mr. Xu's wild horse picture, it's 30 yuan."

The young man named Beihong had already walked over and went to the side to talk to Principal Zhang.

It turns out that the National Central University moved to Shapingba, Chongqing last year and settled in Songlinpo, Shaci District, adjacent to Chongqing University. The teachers and students finally ended their turbulent life of displacement and relocation several times. Therefore, the teachers and students of the Art Department decided to

Come to the Confucius Temple Fair, sell paintings for charity, help the victims, and have fun with the people and spend the festival together.

Standing in the crowd, Lin Han's heart moved. This is the young master Xu Beihong. His works were auctioned for astronomical figures at the "2535 World Auction Annual Meeting". Now it only costs 30 yuan. I bought it for collection.

It was indeed a treasure. He had the urge to buy it, but when he touched his pocket, he realized that he had no money.

Lin Han's thoughts obviously couldn't escape Zhang Yunfeng's eyes. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a fat man wearing a satin cotton robe next to him urgently shouting: "30 yuan, I want this painting." At the same time, he said to a friend next to him.

The person said: "The size of the painting yesterday was about the same as today, and it sold for more than 80 yuan. This painting only costs 30 yuan, so worth it." People around him looked at him with envy.

In 1938, an ordinary worker's monthly salary was about 15 yuan. This painting was equivalent to two months' salary, and ordinary people could not afford it.

Zhang Yunfeng was stunned for a moment, thinking that this guy's reaction was really fast.

Lin Han was also a little disappointed. He turned around and saw Mrs. Zhang and Zhang Yunzhi greeting Xu Beihong.

At this time, a black Buick car drove over. Lin Han happened to see the car's license plate. There were two plates, one with white characters on a black background and the car number "Yu001", and the other with a white background.
Chapter completed!