Chapter 277 Cave 17

The grottoes in Dunhuang, each cave has a beauty that makes Wang Yao feel numb on the scalp. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Although these sculptures and murals are incomplete, they only shape their beauty even more, because when you stand in front of them, looking at those benevolent and solemn Buddha statues, the lifelike characters and animals on the murals, you seem to have traveled through time and space, and connected with the story of thousands of years ago.

Life is only a hundred years, and it is a flick of a finger.

But standing in front of these great arts, the length of life seems to be extended indefinitely.

Cave 17 is the Tibetan Scripture Cave, Wang Yao looked at the ancient house that had been renovated and reinforced, and it seemed that rut marks could still be seen on the bluestone bricks, and he could vaguely see the path of the invaders' transportation.

From the outside, this is just an old building, and even the building itself has no characteristics, it is hard to imagine that there are more than 50,000 volumes of scriptures, scrolls, and scrolls that shocked China and foreign countries, and there are thousands of years of Chinese history hidden inside.

Walking into the stone room, Wang Yao was a little confused by the rebuilt walls, because the murals on the walls didn't seem to tell a story.

"Daoist Wang didn't like these Buddhist stories back then, so he found a lot of craftsmen to graffiti the original murals and painted Taoist things. Ms. Fan explained, her tone full of regret, "It's a pity. ”

Wang Yao's lips moved, and he followed into the stone room, although the stone room was cleaned, but the remains of Buddha statues everywhere and the murals destroyed by sharp weapons still made Wang Yao's heart tremble, these tragic situations really made him unable to calm down.

The scriptures in the stone room are almost all emptied, so they seem empty, coupled with the dilapidated environment, what I feel is not the grandeur of civilization, but the barbaric despicability, standing in the center of the stone room, Wang Yao closed his eyes.

It's like a movie in my mind, and I travel back in time and time to repeat the stories that could have happened in this stone room.

"Just paint the original look, okay?" Ms. Fan asked.

Wang Yao opened his eyes, looked at the Buddha statue opposite half of his body that was missing, and nodded.

"Great. Ms. Fan Jinshi smiled, "Thank you for your hard work." ”

Ms. Fan Jinshi wanted Wang Yao to paint the current appearance of the Tibetan Scripture Cave completely, because she knew that Wang Yao did not have much understanding of Dunhuang culture, and Wang Yao painted a Buddha statue on the worship post, which is not the same as the Buddha of Dunhuang, but the painting is exquisite.

Ms. Fan Jinshi's Dunhuang culture has long been integrated into the soul of the blood, if she paints herself, there will definitely be other things to add, invite other painters to paint, poor painting will be affected, good painters must have their own opinions, just like the most famous Zhang Daqian in Dunhuang, his Dunhuang is different from the original Dunhuang.

Wang Yao's paintings are very clean, and officially Fan Jinshi needs.

The cave is about to be rebuilt, because the year before last, in order to promote Dunhuang culture, the official decided to use the Dunhuang grottoes as a tourist project to promote to the outside world.

The artistic charm and fame of Mogao Grottoes are naturally self-evident, and when the time comes, it will definitely attract a large number of tourists at home and abroad to watch, which is a good thing for promoting culture and driving the development of Dunhuang, but every tourist's visit will affect the preservation conditions of these thousand-year-old relics, temperature, humidity, air changes, etc., and it is difficult to control the uncivilized behavior of some tourists, such as 'visiting here' or something.

These will accelerate the fading and aging of the murals.

How can the artistic treasures in the desert stand up to the carving of time and tourists? This question has always puzzled Fan Jinshi.

But after a long time of hesitation and trade-offs, Fan Jinshi felt that it was still necessary to open up, because if it was not opened, Dunhuang would always be just a treasure buried in the desert.

It's not fair to it.

But now that the technology of industrial civilization is changing with each passing day, Fan Jinshi thought of another way, using the plan of 'digitizing Dunhuang' to recreate and display the images of the Mogao Grottoes, and select a few of the more famous grottoes as exhibition halls to show to tourists.

The Cave of the Scriptures is one of them.

But for the Tibetan Scripture Cave, every Dunhuang culture scholar has a heart disease, it is not the most prominent part of Dunhuang culture, but it is of great significance, so she has always wanted to draw the Tibetan Scripture Cave.

There is a gap between photography and photography, and painting.

Especially for an old man like Fan Jinshi, painting is special and belongs to the most important way to inherit Chinese civilization.

I thought that if I couldn't find a suitable painter, it would be good to shoot it, but I didn't expect Wang Yao to visit suddenly, which was also an unexpected joy for her.

For Wang Yao, painting the Tibetan Scripture Cave is indeed a challenge, and I don't know if I can maintain that normal heart.

In order to meet Fan Jinshi's requirements, Wang Yao stayed in the cave for a night, imprinted every detail in the stone room in his mind, and when he returned to the hotel, he happened to guide them to work.

"Yo, so you're here, and I thought you ran away. Director Zhang smiled.

"Do you work?" Wang Yao raised his eyebrows slightly.

"You're not going to take a leave of absence again, are you? Director Zhang was stunned.

"Hehe, it's nothing important anyway, let me go for two more days. Wang Yao said with a smile.

Director Zhang frowned and looked at Wang Yao, "It's okay to give you a holiday, just to help me receive a friend." ”

"What friend?" Wang Yao was stunned.

"He'll come in the afternoon, and he'll call you then, and you'll pick it up. Director Zhang smiled.

After returning to the room, Wang Yao took a shower, took out the drawing paper, and began to try to compose the picture.

In the afternoon, Wang Yao was woken up by the phone, and stepped on the manuscript paper on the floor to answer the phone on the bed, "The person has arrived?"

"It's at the door, you go pick it up. Director Zhang hurriedly finished speaking and hung up the phone.

Wang Yao sorted out his clothes and went downstairs to pick up people, the hotel was packed, there was basically no one during the day, and the waiter in the store was chatting with a bald man at the moment.

"Hello, I am sent by Director Zhang to receive you, my name is Wang Yao. Wang Yao smiled and walked over to shake his hand.

The bald man froze when he saw Wang Yao, and then put his eyes on his clothes, "Is it Su embroidery?"

Wang Yao was also stunned, it was the first time he had seen a person to greet someone and went off-topic, and said with a smile, "Yes, your eyesight is really good." ”

"Good boy, this is terrible. The bald man reached out and grabbed Wang Yao's sleeve, his face full of amazement.

The corners of Wang Yao's mouth twitched, "Where's your luggage?" ”

"No, that's all I have. The bald man couldn't put it down, touching his sleeve, "My name is Tan Dun, hello." ”

"Hello, Mr. Tan. Wang Yao said with a smile.

"Where did you get these clothes?" Tan Dun pulled Wang Yao to sit down.

"My friend did it for me, do you want to rest first, or go to the set to find Director Zhang?" Wang Yao was a little embarrassed.

"This stitch is so beautiful, can you introduce who is the master?" Tan Dun still stared at the embroidery.

"That's fine, but I'll have to wait for her to be free, and recently she's been making costumes for the crew. Wang Yao smiled and said, "Mr. Tan also studies clothing?"

"No, I'm a songwriter. Tan Dun said.

Wang Yao was stunned, and looked at this middle-aged uncle suspiciously, a songwriter, what are you doing staring at embroidery?

"It's beautiful. Tan Dun studied for a while and sighed, looked up and smiled at Wang Yao, "Little brother, don't mind, I have a preference for these traditional crafts, I haven't seen such a beautiful Su embroidery for so many years, I'm offended." ”

"It's fine. Wang Yao smiled: "I'll arrange a room for you first." ”

Wang Yao went to the proprietress to get the key, took Tan Dun upstairs to find a room, and looked at the big bag he was carrying behind him, "Is it a musical instrument?"

"Well, the keyboard and the guitar violin. Tan Dun smiled.

"Director Zhang invited you to make music for the film?" asked Wang Yao with a smile.

"Yes, I was going to organize a guitar concerto, but I came over when I saw Director Zhang's book, which is too important to promote our Chinese culture. Tan Dun smiled and looked at Wang Yao, "Are you an actor, what are you playing?"

"I'm not, I follow Director Zhang. Wang Yao opened the door and said with a smile.

"Then you're a director, it's a waste to grow up to be a director like you. Tan Dun smiled.

The corners of Wang Yao's mouth twitched, thinking that this uncle was really upright.

"Well, the environment is not bad. Tan Dun entered the house and put the big bag on the bed behind him, took out the musical instruments inside, and Wang Yao stood aside, "I live in the innermost part of the corridor, 202, if you need anything, just look for me." ”

"Don't, I'll find someone to know the story when you leave. Tan Dun smiled: "Director Zhang arranged for you, didn't you just tell me about the movie?"

Wang Yaoleng paused for a moment and figured out that it was no wonder that he was allowed to ask for leave, it turned out to be this purpose.