deep in the desert.
The sun was scorching, and the archaeologists who were arranged outside were already sweating profusely.
And an elite team from University B, led by two dark-skinned "local guides", went deep underground.
Compared with the high temperature approaching 40 degrees outside, the air conditioner seemed to be turned on underground, which was unbelievably cold.
The young girl subconsciously gathered the thin sun protection clothing she wore on her body.
"It's a bit weird here." I don't know who said it.
"It's strange about your size." The senior turned back fiercely and scolded: "We are the heirs of Marxist materialism."
Everyone in the team suddenly burst into laughter.
Seeing the unhappy expressions of the two dark-skinned locals in front, the middle-aged leader walking in front immediately said coldly: "Don't make noise! This is archaeology, take it seriously!"
Everyone was obviously afraid of this leader, and no one dared to say anything.
Soon they came to the end of this dark tunnel, where there was a stone door engraved with mysterious and complex patterns.
The two locals held the electric lamp high, chattering with strange accents of native dialect.
And the speed of the speech was so fast that everyone present was confused.
The leaders are very familiar with Dunhuang, have been here many times, and can understand what they say.
He turned to the staff and students for translation:
"Push open this door and go back. It is the masterpiece of the mural left by Mr. Fu Yi."
The expressions of the staff didn't change, but the group of young archeology students from University B were very excited.
"look forward to."
"Unexpectedly, I was lucky enough to discover Mr. Fu Yi's murals with my own eyes..."
Leader: "Don't get too excited, they say that Fu Yi's paintings are actually seriously damaged. Our archaeological activities in Dunhuang this time will focus on the restoration of murals."
It is precisely because of this that there are technical restorers who are well versed in traditional Chinese paintings and murals specially invited from dozens of countries in the team present.
The excavation of the ruins of the murals of the painter Fu Yi is definitely a major event that can cause a sensation in the historian circle.
But if the integrity of the murals is too low after excavation, its historical value will be greatly reduced.
The murals in the Dunhuang caves have been damaged to varying degrees after thousands of years. Oxidation, blackening, mottled, fading, peeling and more. For these severely damaged paintings, it is difficult to restore them even with the most advanced modern technology.
Two locals took the lead, and everyone quickly saw the magnificent and beautiful murals in front of them.
Giant Buddhas and hell monsters are portrayed vividly.
Although the lower half of the picture has been completely peeled off, and even the grass mud that painted the wall is faintly exposed, they are still greatly shocked.
The same is true for the middle-aged leader.
The first time he saw it, he was certain that it was definitely Fu Yi's authentic work. The last trace of doubt about the two natives dissipated.
The leaders have traveled to Dunhuang to engage in archaeological research for many years, and they have seen countless Dunhuang murals.
Among them, there are also many well-preserved works of famous masters.
But compared with the remaining mural in front of me, it is tantamount to nothing.
The superb painting skills of the painter Fu Yi are so terrifying.
The leader inspected the site, and immediately asked the technicians to prepare for sampling, taking pictures, and repairing and copying.
The students also followed the teacher to take soil samples on site.
The two locals looked at the paintings on the wall for a while, and clamored to go back.
"We've brought you here, and we'll give you the agreed upon price." They unceremoniously reached out and asked the leader for money.
The leader nodded, took out a prepared envelope from his pocket and handed it to them, and told the staff outside to drive them back.
Several young students were a little confused about this.
Because as a middle-aged leader, there is no need to be so polite to these two local guides.
The senior put his hands on his chest and said with a low smile: "You don't know that, these two local guides are not ordinary people."
"Huh?" The girl raised her head curiously.
The senior didn’t hold back, and explained: “I heard them talking to the professor last time. It is said that they are descendants of the Northern School. The family has guarded Fu Yi’s painting cave for generations. Zhang Daqian came to Dunhuang to study murals decades ago. At that time, I tried to find Fu Yi's murals, but they kept it very secret."
Another student interjected, "Then why do they let us excavate Fu Yi's murals now?"
Senior: "It's very simple. Can't you tell from the clothes that these two descendants are not getting along well? It's definitely because they are short of money."
students:"… "
the other side.
Technicians encountered difficulties while observing the murals.
They are all the most outstanding mural restoration experts in all of China. They gathered here, but no one dared to do it.
Zhang Daqian once said, "Dunhuang murals are the culmination of ancient art, representing the history of the development of Chinese art in the thousand years from the Northern Wei Dynasty to the Yuan Dynasty."
Therefore, the restoration of Dunhuang murals is far from as simple as outsiders imagined.
Engaging in religious painting in ancient times was an extremely solemn job. All paintings of Buddha statues required masters to paint, and ordinary craftsmen were not competent.
Moreover, due to the popularity of painting Buddha, many officials and famous merchants competed for excellence in painting Buddha, and often hired famous artists.
The Tang Dynasty was the glorious period of Dunhuang murals. It was so old that they couldn't imagine the grandeur of the original paintings.
Not to mention that Fu Yi's heavy and famous name weighed on them like a boulder in the abyss.
The stagnation of the repair work made the middle-aged leader look worried.
He could only call City B and ask if he could send more skilled personnel over.
But the answer he got was no.
The Bureau of Archaeology replied that no matter whether it is in the industry or in the contemporary painting circle, there can be no more powerful people.
In the afternoon of the next day, Liang Mingshan helped rent a local off-road vehicle and took everyone to visit the local museum.
I have to say that this itinerary is very in line with the personalities of Qi Linqing, Zhong Chen and others.
They can wander around the museum until dark.
Qi Linqing held Zhong Chen's hand, passing by exhibits one after another.
In the exhibition hall, a commentator is enthusiastically introducing the history of Dunhuang to everyone.
In order to make the boring explanation more interesting, he mixed a lot of unofficial stories.
The aunts and uncles of the sunset red tour group stopped and listened with gusto.
"Do you know Liang Luoduan, the national teacher of the Tang Dynasty? He has a nickname in the history books, called 'money bag'. As the name suggests, this Liang Luoduan is very profitable. After only a few years as an official in the court, he offered advice to the emperor. The national treasury has been doubled dozens of times, making Tang Xuanzong a lot of money. Originally, he lived well in the capital, was admired by others, and had his own influence. But one day, he suddenly came to us for some reason. Dunhuang."
"It was in Dunhuang that he was brutally assassinated. Unofficial rumors—in fact, it was done by assassins from neighboring countries. After all, this Liang Guoshi's business acumen is too developed. The gold and silver treasures of neighboring countries and even Western countries. For a long time, when other countries were poor and Tang Chao was rich, the emperors of other countries must have been anxious. So this trick killed him at the age of 27 Liang Luoduan."
"Historical records show that Tang Xuanzong held a grand funeral for Liang Luoduan, gave him a posthumous title, and even shed tears at his funeral."
The aunt shouted: "It's a good thing that a cornucopia died, the old emperor is of course sad."
Liang Mingshan couldn't help but sigh in his heart when he heard the other party explain the cause of his and Liang Luoduan's deaths.
After more than half a year, he truly realized what it was like to travel through the millennium.
Tang Gula, Gan Yishan and the others had never heard of this period of history before, and curiously continued to ask the narrator about the details.
Zhong Chen subconsciously looked sideways at Qi Linqing.
There was no expression on the other party's face, but there was a deep sadness in his eyes.
It's like a rainstorm that has stopped.
"Are you okay?" He gently squeezed Qi Linqing's palm.
Qi Linqing shook his head and said, "It's okay."
"Why did Liang Luoduan come to Dunhuang?" Gan Yishan asked.
The narrator replied: "According to unofficial records, Liang Luoduan was fond of traditional Chinese painting and supported the Southern School. It seems that he came here to view a mural painted by an ancestor."
As soon as the words fell, Qi Linqing couldn't listen anymore, turned around and left.
He is very grateful to this apprentice for all the things he has done for him later, including being famous in the Southern School, giving him the opportunity to be famous, etc...
But he couldn't bear it, the other party died because of himself.
If this so-called ancestor was himself... Qi Linqing's face suddenly turned cold. It was like an invisible big hand grabbed his heart, and he was so painful that he couldn't make any sound.
"Linqing!" Panting, Zhong Chen caught up with him, held his hand from behind, and said in a low voice, "No matter what happens to you, I'm here, if you want to talk..."
"I didn't." Qi Linqing interrupted him.
Zhong Chen was silent for a while. In fact, he knew why Qi Linqing was sad, but in this situation, he could neither explain nor say.
Seemingly realizing that her tone was too indifferent, Qi Linqing softened her voice and added, "I just feel that it's too stuffy inside, so I need to come out to get some air."
Zhong Chen: "Then I will accompany you."
At dusk and dusk, a warm orange halo dyes the boundary of Dunhuang city.
The two walked out of the museum and wandered aimlessly on the street.
Passing by a stall selling candied haws, Zhong Chen stopped in his tracks.
Seeing this, Qi Linqing went up to buy a bunch, paid the money, turned around and handed it to him.
Zhong Chen took the candied haws, tore off the wrapper and took a bite.
It is a familiar taste. Even in the past thousand years, candied haws are still so sour and sweet.
Looking at this scene, Qi Linqing suddenly felt inexplicably familiar.
It seems that in his previous life, on a Lantern Festival night, he also bought candied haws for Liang Luoduan.
"Do you want to eat?" Zhong Chen raised the candied haws in his hand.
Qi Linqing's eyes were dark, and he said "um".
This time it was Zhong Chen who was surprised. He knew that Qi Linqing didn't like sweets, but he didn't expect the other party to agree.
Zhong Chen chuckled, deliberately took a bite and put it in his mouth, "If you want to eat, take it yourself."
In fact, Zhong Chen was only joking. He knew that Qi Linqing would never kiss himself on the street with people coming and going.
However, the next second.
He watched in disbelief as Qi Linqing leaned over and gave a soft, tender kiss.
Before Zhong Chen could react, half of the sweet hawthorn in his mouth was swept away by the other party.
Qi Linqing chewed it a few times, and said nonchalantly, "Well, it's very sweet."
Zhong Chen: "..."
Ah, is this person really in love for the first time
He began to doubt life.
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