'Four hundred and ten temples in the Southern Dynasties, how many buildings are in the smoke and rain.XshuOTXt.CoM'

This is a poem written by the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu, which describes the heyday of Buddhism in the Southern Dynasties.

From the verses, we can think of such a picture, which is a hazy and hazy prosperous country, and Buddhist temples with wooden components rise from the ground, shrouded in smoke and rain

The beauty of the picture, the regret, the desolation is self-evident.

In the hall where the group had gathered during the previous day, a group of people who had been tired for several months left one after another after packing up the number of materials.

At this moment, Sang Yu was the only one left in the dim room.

Sang Yu stood, looking at the picture still projected, the perspective of the rolling buildings in the picture constantly changing, as if every angle was the most perfect masterpiece of nature.

Looking at the buildings that rise and fall with the ups and downs of the island, I don't know why, but these two lines of poetry suddenly popped up in the mind of this little girl.

Xiao Nizi, that is, Xiao Nizi, was very excited and happy, but that mood actually brought a trace of sorrow and sentimentality.

'The 400 temples that were once at the height of the Southern Dynasty will disappear, will our museum end up like this one day?' ’

Good guy, I didn't even know the second round of selection, but this little girl has already thought that thousands of years later, the museum disappeared into history.

In the quiet of the night, Sang Yu carefully closed the computer and turned off the projector

When a set of actions was over, it seemed that she was not at ease, and Xiao Nizi returned again and checked it several times in a row.

It wasn't until he was completely sure that the data was saved, kept in backup, and that nothing had been missed, that Sang Yu patted his towering chest and went back to his room.

It was late at night

Bai Bai, Sicong, Hai Xu, Sang Yu, Lao Niu and others were immersed in sleep.

The corners of the mouth are slightly hooked in the handsome face of the day; Sicong's uninhibited face is tranquil and quiet; Haixu grinned

Sang Yu still smiled in her sleep; The old cow raised his thick arm, scratched his back with his palm, and smashed his mouth twice

After months of continuous work, they also reached the limit, and as soon as they lay down, they fell asleep immediately, looking forward to the arrival of tomorrow.

They believe that tomorrow on that stage will be another glory for the 'Day-Uhi' studio!

'Dididi'

Sudden change!

It was a hall where there was no one, and the display lights on the projectors, laptops, and instruments that were placed in the center suddenly lit up at the same time, and the green and blue lights were intertwined.

All of a sudden, the flickering lights began to bring a glimmer of light to the dark room.

I saw that the cracks of the laptop that were closed began to shine

If someone opens the lid of the laptop, they will be able to find that the computer has entered the open page on its own, and a string of numbers automatically appears when it is necessary to enter the password

The computer is turned on, and then the mouse moves and taps on several icons.

'Dididi'

Suddenly, there was another slight sound in the silent hall.

At this moment, if someone in the studio can pass by during the day, it will still be too late.

Immediately after, I saw a beam of light from the projector hit the screen, and the screen began to appear on the pages on the computer.

It is as if there is an invisible figure manipulating this qiē, and the steps of a qiē are so orderly.

'Zilala'

At first, the curtain was a flower, but when it was restored again, the lakes, islands, and buildings of the hundred flowers that had been modeled in the computer that everyone had watched during the day appeared.

The picture slowly shifts, it is a continuous complex of buildings, which merge with the islands and lakes.

Every building represents a culture

Sketches of ancient Chinese traditional architecture, such as pavilions, pavilions, and pavilions, are dotted during the period

This picture is just like the landscape and ink painting, and it is beautiful in people's hearts.

A long wooden suspension bridge that connects the islands to the islands in a rhythmic form

The picture on the projector paused here for a long time, and the distant manipulator may have been equally unbearable.

Outside the village, there is not a glimmer of light, let alone the neon lights of the city.

In the dark night, there were dense stars, and the bright moon hung obliquely on it.

During the day, mulberry elm, looking for smoke and everyone else snorted and slept soundly!

'It's beautiful! ’

But I'm sorry. ’

At the top of the curtain, two sentences appear out of thin air, the text in italics of English letters.

These two words quickly faded away, and at the same time, an apocalyptic scene followed.

I saw that two bolts of lightning that ran through the whole world crossed the sky, and the sky shattered wherever the lightning passed.

It was like a scattered building block, starting from the trail of lightning, and the sky shattered piece by piece, and quickly spread to the surrounding area

"The end of the world, this is the end of the world!"

If there really were people living in this world constructed by the number of systems, he would surely be in a state of madness and shouting in despair.

"This is a heavenly punishment from above." He was hoarse and sat down on the ground, his face numb waiting to be ruined.

'Boom! ’

Looking at the picture, the ground shook in the picture, although it was silent, but it was automatically matched in the ears.

The island began to tilt and almost fell into the lake

The calm water of the lake is like an angry sea, rolling up waves more than ten meters or tens of meters high, and the waves hit the earth and the islands

Buildings on the island are in tatters

In just a few breaths, the previous dream-like image completely changed, the churning lake was still vaguely mixed with the sunken wood of the building, and the island still had an end that was not completely sunk

It's the end times, and all the images are the same as the ones people once imagined

'Boom! ’

There are two more lightning bolts that run through this world, and the world is collapsing and shattering faster and faster.

The whole picture is like a broken puzzle, quickly collapsing, and then leaving a dark background.

The sky shattered

Birds shattered

The earth shattered

Trees, mountains and rivers are shattered

Buildings crumble

The island is shattered

A qiē turned to ashes.

‘h’

The background of the curtain became pitch black, and in the center of it were only the two letters of English.

'Dididi'

In the room, the lights of the laptop computers flickered non-stop.

After more than ten seconds, Yiqiē finally returned to tranquility, as if this scene had never happened in the room.

"Jimmy, mission accomplished."

"Including the backup, all the numbers of one qiē were shattered."

"There's no way they're going to have a chance to recover unless they do it all over again!"

Jimmy Sari was half-leaning on the back of the large bed, the bedside lamp shining on his bare chest.

Jimmy clutched his phone in his hand, and the corners of his mouth curved in a long arc.

"Jimmy, I have to say, I probably just really destroyed a real work of art."

Jimmy's voice on his phone suddenly became a little muffled: "Maybe it's because of me that there is one less truly good architectural work in the world." ”

Listening to those words, Jimmy froze.

"Alright, alright, don't be discouraged, man. I'll make it up to you next time we meet! ”

"A big surprise for you!"