I don't want to explain, the proprietress is someone that Teacher Yan has a crush on, and it has nothing to do with me. The reason why the two of them were brought in was just to save face for Teacher Yan. As for my personal ideological realm, even Mr. Yan, Director Song and others can't understand it, let alone the people who meet in Pingshui?

"Okay, you two have already visited the rebound pipa diagram, if you are interested in the murals in other caves, please visit by yourself, I'm going to start working." I said lightly.

The hostess is beautiful, but uninteresting.

People's facial features are not always proportional to the inner world, the situation of the proprietress is somewhat similar to Mr. Yan's.

In the afternoon, there are few tourists in the Mogao Grottoes. So, even if the two of them visited everywhere, the security guards would turn a blind eye.

The proprietress sneered: "Is Mr. Long giving an eviction order?" That's not very friendly—"

I went to the corner to get my easel, and suddenly I heard a strange noise in my ears.

The reason why it is said to be "abnormal noise" is because the sound should not appear in the cave of Mogao Caves at all.

I jerked my head up, closed my eyes in an instant, and searched for the source of the strange noise.

The sound was a "strange sound" or a "strange sound", but the movement of a pipa pluck, only one sound, only one sound, as if the musician's nails had inadvertently picked up the silk strings, making a hasty and disconcerted sound.

There is a lute in this cave, but it is in the hands of the dancing girl in the mural.

Since it's a painting, how can it be musical?

I was silent for at least a dozen seconds, but the voice was faint and never heard again.

"Miss—" The proprietress spoke again, but was interrupted by a cold and arrogant woman.

"Silence." This time, the woman said two words.

Her voice is low, but it is extremely moving, more pleasing than the lossless music in hi-fi. It was because of the attraction of this voice that I subconsciously looked at her.

Coincidentally, she also looked at me, her lacquered eyes were shining, as if she could speak.

The cave was lit with lights, and the light from outside also came in, making the cave half light and half dark.

I read the message in the other person's eyes - she heard something strange too.

Coincidentally, the two of us started at the same time, slid towards the cold light, and both of us clicked on the switch with their right hands at the same time. My fingers came first, and with a click, the lights went out.

The woman's fingers came back and landed on the back of my fingers, cold and slippery, like the hands of jade carvings polished thousands of times.

"If there's a voice, listen to it again." I say.

"Hmm." She responded with just one word.

We stopped moving, keeping our fingertips on the switch, making sure that all human sounds in the cavern were stopped.

There were crows jumping on the railing outside the cave, occasionally pecking at sawdust, and sometimes making a few meaningless noises. A little farther away, there were voices in the square, and there were also the sounds of cars coming and going. Farther away, the wind of Mingsha Mountain flutters high and low, flying up and down.

When my heart is quiet, I can hear it far away, but my ears are not searching for these, but for the strange sound of the lute. Of course, the souvenir shop in the square also sells pipa, and it can also make sounds, but the quality of those inferior imitations is so poor that the quality is miserable, and the sound they make is also hoarse and mocking, which is simply a vicious torture for the human ear.

In the end, I didn't hear the sound of the lute again, only the heartbeats of three people.

The proprietress had the heaviest heartbeat and the most rapid, at least ninety beats per minute. My heart beats smoothly at about seventy beats per minute. The third heartbeat, of course, belonged to the woman, and it was only more than thirty beats per minute, long and soothing, almost inaudible.

Only by being well versed in the "Turtle Breath Technique" in Indian Yoga can she control her heartbeat and breathing freely and achieve a conscious state of "meditation". She is only in her early twenties, and she has practiced yoga for no more than 20 years, but she can reach the depth, height, and precision that only Indian yoga monks have, which is really incredible.

Finally, the woman silently removed her fingers.

"You go out first, don't let the idlers in." She spoke again.

The proprietress understood and immediately tiptoed out of the hole.

Now, there are only two people left in the cave. When I tried to control my breathing, my heartbeat dropped to 40 beats per minute.

"You don't have to force it, where the ear is out of reach, the heart will take its place." She said.

Although the words are short, the truth contained in them is profound. You must know that the highest level of ear power is the "Heavenly Ear Tong" in Tibetan Tantra, that is, the "Shunfeng Ear" in ancient Chinese mythology. The highest state of mental power is the tantric "Heavenly Heart Communication", which is knowledgeable and known to the whole world, and everything is in one fist.

"Taught." I say this sincerely.

People have different levels of talent, and the thaumaturgical realm that I can't reach by myself may not be able to reach by the other party.

"I can feel that the distant stage ...... the solemn gathering, and the people present are all big shots. Only the best dance, instrumental music, wine, and food can be worthy of them. On that occasion, musicians play the tune of 'only in the sky', and the dancers show off a repulsive pipa that cannot be seen on earth...... That realm is not only a physical distance from our world, but also a huge difference in the spiritual realm...... So the sound of this music, just like Li Taibai's 'flying down three thousand feet', we can only hear it, but we can never explain where it came from......" the woman said quietly.

In the past, when I read Li Taibai's "Wanglushan Waterfall", I had a feeling that Li Taibai must have had a feeling that ordinary people could not reach in Lushan, and his thoughts were like springs, and he wrote the unparalleled sentence of "The Milky Way Falls Nine Days".

"In that case, it will never be explained, and there is no need to explain it." I sighed softly.

What the woman said has reached a realm that can be understood but cannot be spoken.

She said, "Listen, that's all." Just as the Buddha of the West smiled and had an epiphany alone, the Dharma does not spread the six ears, but only that.

I didn't feel it as strongly as hers, but the sudden sound of the lute remained in my mind like a knife and an axe.

"Stethoscope."

"Stethoscope—" We said another tool at the same time, proving that the speed of thinking and the direction of thinking are exactly the same.

The stethoscope is the greatest invention of medicine in centuries, and if the catheter is long enough, we can eliminate the cacophony of a heartbeat and hear all the subtle movements in Cave 112 in another space.

"You also suspect that the music comes from the painting?" She asked.

Close at hand, the cold light from her eyes made my eyebrows cold, and the meaning of this sentence was like five thunderbolts, which suddenly exploded the confusion in my heart for a long time.

I have always felt that the bouncing pipa is not just a mural, but a silent warning brought to modern people by ancient people.

"It's hard to say, if it's just a suspicion and can't be verified, there is no point in doubting." I replied.

Although philosophical dialectics advocates "bold assumptions and careful verification", it is almost impossible to prove "the sound of the pipa in the painting".

After a pause, the woman suddenly pointed to the satchel on my shoulder: "What's in there?" You've been pressing it very carefully, is there a treasure in it? ”

Her movements were extremely fast, and she had already waved off her satchel with a wave of her hand.

I was caught off guard and didn't have time to dodge.

Of course, there was nothing special in my satchel other than the painting, which is why I didn't need to dodge.

She took the satchel in her hand, but instead of opening it, she calmly observed my expression.

"It's nothing, it's too much." I replied indifferently.

Strangely, she didn't open the bag, reached forward, and returned the satchel to me.

I was stunned for a moment, shook my head and smiled bitterly, and took back my satchel.

The woman put on her sunglasses and strode out, saying goodbye without saying goodbye.

"Hey—" I was surprised and couldn't help but scream at her back.

The proprietress appeared at the entrance of the cave, and the woman paused, whispered a word, and then drifted away.

"Miss said, thank you for leading the way, he will see you again in the future, and he will repay it." The proprietress said.

According to psychologists, a girl's beauty is directly proportional to her arrogance, and just now this girl is not only extremely cold and arrogant, but also quick thinking, extraordinary skills, and full of mysterious atmosphere.

"No thanks, no thanks, if you want to thank you, thank you Teacher Yan." I adjusted my emotions and watched the proprietress leave, secretly worried in my heart, I really don't know how Mr. Yan met this mysterious person through what channel, maybe there will be big trouble in the future.

I set up my easel, sharpened my pencil, and started my afternoon work.

The satchel always hangs on the hook on the side of the easel, which is also my daily habit. After the girl took off the satchel just now, I saw with my own eyes that she didn't even touch the zipper on the satchel, so subconsciously, the painting that Ming Shuisleeve had changed was still in the bag.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Director Song blew the assembly whistle outside the cave.

I pulled the clip open, took the finished painting off, and then opened my satchel to put the painting inside. Suddenly, I was stunned, because the satchel was empty, and the painting was gone.

"Impossible!" I turned my satchel upside down, and finally I had to believe that the painting and the roll were gone.

The girl stole my painting with a bullet in her fingers, and it was like a trick, without revealing the slightest flaw. This kind of miraculous skill is so miraculous that even the most veteran habitual thief on Hong Kong Island is proud of himself.

"Fortunately, it's just a painting - the rivers and lakes are sinister, and we have to guard against them!" I sighed, packed my bag, and walked out of Cave 112.

When I saw Director Song again, he had forgotten the embarrassment of not being able to draw in the morning, and greeted me with a giggle as usual.

We went to the square in front of the Mogao Grottoes together and took the bus to Dunhuang City back.

"Long Fei, why didn't you see Teacher Yan? Isn't he with you at noon? Director Song asked.

I suffered a dumb loss at the hands of the proprietress and the girl, but I remained silent on the surface: "I don't know, Mr. Yan drank too much at noon and didn't go into the cave in the afternoon." ”

Director Song frowned: "This old strictness is becoming more and more unorganized. Next time I form a painter group, I have to carefully select and select, and I can't ask for any of the people who are so casual. ”

Before the car came, everyone got together and gossiped about it.

"Today, I heard two tour guides chatting together, and one of them said that the Mogao Grottoes really hides the 'Jinshan Yinhai Jade Palace', which has a nose and eyes, and there are not only gold and silver treasures in it, but also the emperor's dragon robe and dragon veins. It is said that as long as you put on the dragon robe and step on the dragon's back, you will be the future king of the world. A painter said.

These words must have been muttered by the tour guide with the surname of Lu.

Ancient Chinese dynasties changed frequently, and the tragedies of forcible push and blood-stained palaces occurred more than once, and the plots were almost the same. In every prosperous era, the treasures of the world will be concentrated in the royal treasury, and when the government is decadent and the regime is in danger, the emperor will order the treasures in the treasury to be hidden, or transported to the deep mountains and Daze, or buried deep under the nine earths. It is reasonable to estimate that only one-tenth of these treasures have been excavated, and the remaining ninety percent are still buried in the ground, never seeing the light of day, and will be forever lost in the ruins of history due to the interruption of clues.

"Wrong, the tour guide said two sentences, not one sentence - Jinshan Yinhai Jade Palace, forever and forever." Another corrected, "The former is a treasure, but the latter refers to immortality." Countless treasure hunters have traveled the earth, and aren't they just looking for these two things? The gentleman is not guilty, but he is guilty. If these things are hidden in the Mogao Grottoes, it seems that there will not be a few days of quiet here. Another said.

"So what's there? We painters rely on a pen and a roll of paper to win the world, and the chaos of the world and the reversal of the world have little to do with us. A true artist is not afraid of any power and turmoil at all, as long as he sticks to himself. Another man said.

This is a group of helpless people, if they meet a real master of the rivers and lakes, then they have no time to expound their political ideas and ideals, and they will have been cut off by the enemy long ago.