After Liang Mingshan inexplicably traveled to modern times, he also imagined whether Liang Luoduan would also encounter time-traveling.
After all, he and Liang Luoduan died in an assassination in Dunhuang at the same time.
He and Liang Luoduan grew up together, and they thought they were the people who knew each other the most in this world.
So when Liang Mingshan saw Zhong Chen for the first time, he felt a little excited and premonition in his heart.
He looked at the other party's expression carefully, and his chances of winning were a little more.
But he didn't show it on his face for the time being, pretending nothing happened, and continued to check in the guests professionally.
During the period, the boss also clamored to take a photo with Zhong Chen and Qi Linqing.
"ID card." Liang Mingshan stretched out his hand.
Qi Linqing took out the card from his bag and handed it over.
Liang Mingshan stared at the computer and operated it for a while, then handed back the room card and ID card to him.
They booked a room for each of them. The middle-aged leader noticed this detail and hurried forward to discuss:
"Brother, is it convenient to take a step to talk?"
"Me?" Qi Linqing pointed to himself.
The middle-aged leader nodded. He also had good eyesight, seeing the young man who was the most talkative among the group.
The leader pulled Qi Linqing aside, said that they were an archaeological team sent by the state, and would invite two local guides later, and asked him pleadingly if he could let the two houses out. They are willing to pay double the rent.
Seeing this, Gan Yishan and Ye Runan said, "We can sleep in one room!"
The middle-aged leader rubbed his hands, and said with embarrassment: "That's one room away..."
The rest of Tanggula was a little nervous.
Qi Linqing glanced at him, turned around and said, "I'll discuss it with my friend."
The leader was in a hurry: "Okay, okay, take your time to think about it."
Finally, it was decided that Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen would sleep in one room, and Tang Gula would sleep in one alone.
They are roommates in the same room in the studio, not bad for the past few nights.
…
They checked into the room with their luggage, and Qi Linqing noticed that Zhong Chen was absent-minded.
He thought that Zhong Chen was tired from the journey and just wanted to ask him to take a rest.
Zhong Chen: "I'll go downstairs for a stroll."
Qi Linqing looked at him and asked, "Do you want me to accompany you?"
Zhong Chen shook his head, "No need."
He turned the doorknob and made his way downstairs, making sure no one was following him.
At the gate of the camp, dusk fell.
The evening in the desert darkened quickly.
From a distance, Zhong Chen saw Liang Mingshan squatting there tossing the charcoal fire of the barbecue grill.
He strode over.
Liang Mingshan raised his head and subconsciously said, "Sir, it's windy and hot outside, why don't you go in and rest first..."
"Mingshan, is that you?" Zhong Chen asked hoarsely.
Suddenly a gust of hot wind blew by, stirring up sparks in the charcoal.
Astonishment flashed across Liang Mingshan's eyes, and the grill in his hand dropped.
The two found a secluded corner and told each other about their experiences during this period.
They tacitly did not speak of the cause of death. Although it was an assassin encounter, after thousands of years, time and space have reversed, and there is no need to explore further.
"What?! Mr. Fu Yi also traveled through time?" Liang Mingshan was stunned.
Zhong Chen nodded and said, "Well, he is the young man you saw next to me just now."
"Then your current relationship..." Liang Mingshan chose his words carefully.
He knew that the other party had always been obsessed with Mr. Fu.
Zhong Chen: "He hasn't recognized me yet."
"Oh." Liang Mingshan immediately breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest and said, "That's good."
With Mr. Fu's serious and upright character, if he knew that Zhong Chen was his apprentice, there would be no chance for the two of them to develop their relationship.
Liang Mingshan has no doubt that if there is any spark, it will be killed by Mr. Fu in time.
So Zhong Chen's dangerous move of concealing his identity is very clever.
But suddenly recalling the past, Liang Mingshan felt a tinge of grief in his heart.
Fu Yi traveled around during his lifetime, and later visited Dunhuang, leaving behind several classic religious murals.
For this reason, Liang Luoduan traveled across mountains and rivers to Dunhuang, just to see the murals made by Fu Yi with his own eyes.
It's a pity that due to an accident, they were brutally killed by assassins here.
Liang Mingshan felt that if he died, he would die.
But Liang Luoduan's generation of national teachers passed away at a young age, which is really regrettable.
Zhong Chen fiddled with the grill twice, then sighed, "But I think it may be a long time before he gets enlightened."
Liang Mingshan smiled innocently: "Don't worry, I will help you."
Zhong Chen didn't take it seriously: "It's useless. He's just a piece of wood. No, a steel bar."
…
The candlelight dinner in the camp desert is very rich and romantic.
The team of archaeologists also sat here to eat. The two local guides they invited were also among them. They seemed to be in their early thirties with dark complexion.
Tang Gula glanced at them, turned his head and said to Gan Yishan, "I heard that the leader of the archaeological team gave these two guides the two rooms they exchanged from us. Don't you think something is wrong?"
Gan Yishan: "What's so strange about this? People guide them all the way to come here and work hard. It's right for them to live better."
Tang Gula: "I don't think that leader has such a kind heart."
Ye Runan: "Or...they are not just ordinary local guides?"
The three looked at each other.
Liang Mingshan deliberately arranged Zhong Chen and Qi Linqing at a separate table far away.
Sitting here, they happened to be able to see the bright Milky Way all over the sky together.
Qi Linqing sat down holding a picture album.
Zhong Chen took a second look and thought he was going to sketch by the way.
Qi Linqing lifted the cover of the meal and was slightly surprised.
"There's also steak here."
Zhong Chen shrugged and said, "Quick-frozen synthetic meat is very cheap."
Qi Linqing looked at him for a while and said, "You know a lot."
Zhong Chen was embarrassed to say that Liang Mingshan told him, and lowered his head to covertly poke the steak on the plate.
Because of this, he didn't see that Qi Linqing's expression was a little nervous at the moment.
Like a steel tough guy running around in a hurry in the delivery room.
Everyone has things they are not good at. Especially in terms of emotions, Qi Linqing had to admit that he knew nothing about it.
He can draw famous paintings that are admired by the world, but he has not realized his own intentions for a long time.
Being a human being for two lifetimes, Qi Linqing felt that it was time to think about lifelong events.
He should have realized that Zhong Chen was a special existence to him.
And this kind of specialness is not limited to friends.
Qi Linqing coughed and said, "I have something to tell you."
"Huh?" Zhong Chen was so bored that he almost smashed the meat on the plate.
Although the candlelight dinner in the desert looks romantic, it is not fancy.
The wind is strong at night, the sand is flying, and the food is mixed with gravel.
Qi Linqing opened his mouth, hesitated for a while, and finally didn't say anything.
He's not the type to talk like that.
"This is for you." He got up and handed the album to the other party.
Zhong Chen was taken aback, and quickly reached out to take the flip.
After watching, he suddenly covered his mouth with a complicated expression.
In this thick picture book, the protagonists in it are all him.
There are scenes of him eating, some of him sleeping, and some of him in a daze.
There are sketches, ink paintings, oil paintings, gouache paintings...
Like a poet who is good at weaving love words, the once-famous painting saint in front of him puts his emotions on these paintings.
Zhong Chen's heart was pounding, he wanted to grab the other party's collar and ask.
But he was afraid of scaring Qi Linqing and finally held back.
Take it easy.
There is no rush for such a moment.
Zhong Chen's lips moved: "What do you mean?"
Qi Linqing's eyes wandered, "It's just what you think."
Snapped.
At this moment, Zhong Chen felt as if his heartbeat had stopped.
Zhong Chen never expected that one day Qi Linqing would take the initiative to confess his love to him. He is even ready to chase after the other party for a long time, even for a lifetime.
He couldn't hold back anymore, he got up and grabbed Qi Linqing's collar and kissed him.
They kissed in the desert, in the starry sky.
The picture album that was originally placed on the table fell to the ground and sank into the sand.
Everyone around was stunned when they saw it.
Liang Mingshan almost jumped up, stretching his neck to see it strangely.
This progress is too fast, right
Tang Gula shuffled forward to pick up the lost album.
He opened it and looked, his eyes instantly turned gray.
Gan Yishan and Ye Runan stepped forward quickly, and their expressions became stunned after seeing the album.
"Maybe this is the artist's romance." Ye Runan joked.
The boss wiped away his tears: "It hurts the young people now, it reminds me of when I was back then... I was so passionate."
No one knew what happened after Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen returned to their room that night.
Tanggula asked the boss how many bottles of beer he ordered, and went back to the house to get drunk alone.
The next day, they went to visit the interior of the Dunhuang Desert according to the itinerary.
"I heard that in this desert, there are still many ancient Dunhuang murals that have not been excavated. These are the treasures of Chinese art." Liang Mingshan also acts as a tour guide in his spare time to earn some quick money. , "The archaeologists who lived in our camp this time came for a newly discovered mural site."
"That's no wonder." Gan Yishan was stunned.
It stands to reason that archaeologists would not go deep into the desert to live in such a remote place.
Liang Mingshan glanced at Qi Linqing meaningfully, and continued:
"Listen to them, the higher-ups are very interested in excavating the ruins, because the author of the murals is most likely the painter Saint-Fou Yi..."
As soon as the name Fu Yi came out, it immediately attracted the attention of Gan Yishan and Tang Gula.
Ye Runan might not be able to understand, but the two of them who studied Chinese painting knew very well the illustrious name of this giant.
"Fu Yi?!"
"My God." Tang Gula gasped, "If the authenticity of the site is confirmed, the announcement of this archaeological discovery will be enough to cause shock in the historian circle."
Gan Yishan: "Wait, isn't Fu Yi from Dongting? Why did he come to Dunhuang?"
Liang Mingshan: "Maybe it was entrusted by others. The unofficial history does not record that Fu Yi traveled around during his lifetime and called his murals unique."
Ming Shan still clearly remembers the shock in his heart when he and Liang Luoduan came to Dunhuang in the last life and witnessed the murals made by Fu Yi.
That can no longer be described as superb.
It is simply a magnificent treasure of human art.
"Then maybe we can see another authentic work of Fu Yi in the future." Gan Yishan suddenly yearned for it.
At the same time, she sneaked a glance at Qi Linqing.
It seems that my master is rumored to be a descendant of Fu Yi.
Qi Linqing still has some impressions of this matter.
In his previous life, he did take over a mural painting job in Dunhuang because of his lack of money.