The water was boiling, Gu Tingcheng first scalded the bowl with boiling water, then threw tea leaves, and boiled water to make tea.

Once upon a time, I didn't drink much tea, but Moncho liked it. After moving to Dunhuang, I gradually changed my habits and drank black tea with her. We have known each other for too long, from the orphanage to now, it has been nearly 20 years, although they are not sisters and brothers, but the deep friendship accumulated over the years is better than that of sisters and brothers.

"These teas taste good, from the hundred-year-old tea trees on the upwind outlet next to Dianchi Lake in Kunming, Yunnan. I also brought a few boxes with me and gave them to Mr. Long later so that I could take them back and taste them. Gu Tingcheng said.

If she gave me something else, I wouldn't want to quit, but now, she gave me tea, and it was Meng Qiao's favorite black tea, which made it difficult for me to refuse.

"Thank you, Miss Gu." I nodded in thanks.

Gu Tingcheng pressed his hands on the bar counter and smiled elegantly and wisely: "Mr. Long, I can see that you are an extremely noble and indifferent person, I was afraid that you would refuse, but I didn't expect that a few boxes of tea could make you smile." I think you must have thought of someone or something from this tea, right? Tea is not something that interests you, but something that interests you because of tea...... Let me guess that one of your friends or relatives must be very fond of black tea, and if you take the tea back, you can do what they like and make the other party happy, that's why you smile, isn't it? ”

I was immediately alert, Gu Tingcheng's observation ability and association skills were extremely strong, and just now I just unconsciously pulled the corners of my mouth, and she had already gained insight into her inner activities.

"Miss Gu said with a smile, if you are stingy with tea, I will take back what I just said." I replied lightly.

Gu Qingcheng smiled: "No, no, Mr. Long, I'm just joking." As a psychotherapist, I already have a very stubborn occupational disease, and when I see anyone who is interested, I try to analyze their inner activities. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, black tea apologizes, forgive me. ”

She came out with the tray in her hand, and with both hands she picked up the bowl in the tray and put it on the small square table in my hand.

The taste of these teas is indeed very mellow, compared to the hundreds of yuan a tael of Minnan red, Tainan alpine red, Egyptian Jinguang red and other teas that Meng Qiao bought, they are a lot more than that, almost incomparable.

"Please have tea, and then I really have a question to ask." Gu Tingcheng said.

I picked up the bowl, removed the lid, and took a small sip.

Good tea gives people the feeling that it is like non-alcoholic alcohol, which touches the lips and throat, and immediately feels slightly drunk.

I deliberately restrained my feelings, so I knew that this was a peerless tea, but I just nodded slightly, and never blurted out praise.

"Mr. Long, I asked your companion, Director Song, and he said that you specialize in drawing bouncing pipa diagrams, and you are almost obsessed. There are so many murals in the Mogao Grottoes, why do you only paint this one and don't care about the others? Could it be that this dancing girl who bounces the pipa reminds you of something? Gu Qingcheng asked.

Hearing her mention Director Song, I couldn't help frowning.

In fact, Director Song is a small person, but also a "villain", relying on his close relationship with the management office, he has deducted all the benefits due to the painters several times. Moreover, in the process of helping the painter sell his paintings, he engaged in yin and yang contracts, and made a lot of price difference in the middle.

I don't sell paintings, and he can't get oil out of me, so he always slanders me behind my back. Teacher Yan has told me many times in private that he wants me to beware of Director Song, so as not to be excluded by the little shoes.

"It's just a hobby." I replied succinctly.

"It is said that, according to my companion Miss Ming, the dancing girl who bounces the pipa is alive, and it is not a painting, but a real stage, in which all the musicians are alive, all the instruments are playing, and all the sounds are ringing. The core of all musicians, the dancing girl who bounces the lute, is at her service, and this scene of bounce the pipa always occurs when all the instruments play the strongest note at the same time, that is, the top of the whole performance*. What's even stranger is-" Speaking of this, Gu Qingcheng stopped, took a deep breath, sealed his palms horizontally in front of his chest, and slowly pressed down with the back of his palms.

I know that this is the Taoist Qigong "Desire to Promote and Suppress the Technique", which is intended to suppress the undulating emotions in the chest, sink the dantian, contract the meridians, and circulate three times a week, so as to control the emotions that are about to collapse.

There are many Taoist qi practice techniques, and low-level people can only rely on the external environment such as quiet rooms, deep mountains, ancient temples, and secluded streams to help themselves reach the level of calmness, and like Gu Tingcheng, he can easily suppress qi with his palm, and he should be very proficient in Taoist qi practice methods.

"Speak slowly." I whispered.

Gu Qingcheng is a calm and calm person, if a strange thing can make her so emotional, it must be unbelievable and unprecedented.

"I'm sorry Mr. Long, I'm a little out of shape, but I'm sure if you hear what I'm going to say next, you'll be surprised, because what Miss Ming said is really incomprehensible, and it's even weirder than the mystery of the Sphinx in the past." Gu Qingcheng subconsciously shook his head.

This kind of action shows that she is very conflicted in her heart, and she relays the words of Ming Shuisleeve in her mouth, but she doesn't believe it at all.

I silently made a "please speak" gesture and continued to serve a bowl of tea.

"Miss Ming said that she came from the painting." Gu Tingcheng spoke faster, and Lian Zhucang said nine words on the side.

My hands trembled, and a few drops of tea spilled from the bowl and landed on my knees.

There are many stories of people becoming spirits, demons, and immortals in the painting, and there are at least 100 treacherous stories related to the painting in Pu Songling's "Strange Tales from Liaozhai".

I think back to Ming Shui's appearance, after excluding her incoherent words and inexplicable movements, I really think that she is a girl with a strong classical taste, and she must be extremely beautiful when she changes into ancient costumes.

Based on this, I seem to be able to reluctantly accept the incident relayed by Gu Tingcheng, that is, Ming Shuisleeve is the resurrection of the person in the painting.

"Well, good, what else, please go on." I nodded.

"The strangest and weirdest thing is not only this, but what I want to say later - Miss Ming said that she was an outsider!" Gu Qingcheng continued.

This sentence was so incomprehensible that I was stunned: "Outsider? Doesn't it mean - a living person absorbed by the mural? ”

I can accept the former, and I can accept the latter, but it is all based on fantasy and reasoning, and if these words are told to ordinary people, it will really surprise people.

The truth is that it is impossible for anyone to enter the painting, nor to enter or exit from the painting, unless she is living in the anecdote of Pu Songling's "Strange Tales from Liao Zhai".

Gu Tingcheng should have expected my reaction, and no longer spoke, but picked up another bowl in the tray and gently sipped the tea.

A large part of the murals in the Mogao Grottoes are Buddhist themes and are full of idealism. In other words, under the cloak of idealism, all kinds of fatalism, beliefs, Buddhist retribution, and rebirth theories all exist rationally, teaching sentient beings to be good, to do more good deeds, and to pray for good fortune in future lives.

The origin of Ming Shuisleeve is so peculiar that it overshadows all Buddhist theories of karma and yin and yang reincarnation, and has become a strange story that comes out of nowhere.

"Miss Gu, I really hope I misheard it just now." I smiled wryly.

Gu Tingcheng shook his head: "No, you heard it right, it's just that your current performance is exactly the same as when I first heard her story." Luckily, I have talked to her many times, so I have heard this story many times, and finally I have to believe that this is the true origin of Miss Ming - in the painting, in the painting. Now, what she wants most is to return to the painting, because there is a lover she loves so much. ”

I couldn't help but sigh, and I couldn't hide my astonishment any longer.

"Mr. Long, I understand your mood at the moment, so I explain again, you heard it right, Miss Ming has a lover who is deeply loved, and it is in the mural of the bouncing pipa picture." Gu Tingcheng added again.

The bowl is still in my hand, but I don't have any interest in drinking tea.

"Lover? Does her lover still have parents, brothers, and sisters? If she hadn't come out of the painting, would she still get married, have children, and reproduce offspring in the painting, and achieve a harmonious and beautiful family with a long history? I asked three times.

This is so ridiculous that in a short period of time, I can't believe it all, I can only accept it little by little. If Ming Shui Sleeve is here, I believe that all the problems can be easily solved, which is definitely much more intuitive than listening to Gu Chengcheng's paraphrasing.

"Exactly, exactly, exactly." Every time I asked a question, Gu Tingcheng nodded his head and admitted that my guess was completely correct.

I was completely speechless, if it weren't for the painting in the satchel that was stolen by Mr. Yan's friend, I would have taken it out to Gu Tingcheng at this moment, and asked her to understand that the mural is a mural, and the Ming Shui sleeve is the Ming Water Sleeve, and now I should take the Ming Shui Sleeve to the best mental hospital on Hong Kong Island for recuperation, instead of going to the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang to try my luck.

"Miss Gu, let's be honest, this matter is ridiculous to the extreme, and it is completely untenable." I say it categorically.

If Gu Tingcheng left me to discuss this matter, everyone shouldn't have to continue to waste time.

"Facts speak louder than words, and the facts are here, and no one can not believe them." Gu Qingcheng frowned slightly.

Her facial features are very beautiful and very stretched, that is, "the heavenly court is full, the earth is round, the eyebrows are colorful, and the prince's appearance is very good", which is both blessed and noble. When she frowned, the tips of her eyebrows hung up slightly, and there was a faint murderous aura in her eyes. This is very inconsistent with her identity as a psychotherapy room and the sister of an antique master.

"I want to talk to Miss Ming and hear her say these things in person." I say.

Gu Qingcheng sighed: "Mr. Long, she said it herself, and she was only afraid of what she said...... You don't believe it, because her description is specific and subtle, very detailed, and contains thousands of details, so that you have to believe that there is a lot of truth in the painting, and it is not what we see in our eyes. ”

I put down the bowl and stood up.

Reason tells me it's time to leave. If you stay any longer, all you hear is a story of a fool's dream.

"You can't listen anymore? To be honest, I endured it more than a dozen times, gritted my teeth and held on, before I heard everything Miss Ming said. I am a highly educated person who studied at Hong Kong Baptist University and a master's, master's and doctoral degree at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, and since I was a child, I believed in the natural sciences and opposed idealistic theology. I don't believe what she says, but I have to find a reasonable explanation instead of beating her to death for something I don't understand and handing her over to the butchers in white coats in the mental hospital. Mr. Long, give me some face and listen to this story again, okay? Gu Qingcheng pleaded sincerely.

I shook my head: "I've heard enough, unless...... Unless it's Miss Ming herself, I'll take my leave. ”

Gu Qingcheng also stood up and asked with a little embarrassment: "Mr. Long, this request is a bit difficult. Miss Deming told you in person, can't I relay it in detail? ”

I nodded, "Yes, she said, I'll sit down and listen." I listened to her for as long as she spoke, until she was finished. If it's you, I'll leave right away. ”

As soon as I finished answering, I noticed the naughty snickering in Gu Tingcheng's eyes. In an instant, I reacted, and it was too late to change my words.