"Brother family, those things are just ignorant hearsay and false rumors, Mr. Long don't laugh." Gu Tingcheng responded with a smile, and then asked, "Mr. Long hasn't answered my question just now?" Does Zunjia have a younger brother or sister named 'Feng Wu'? ”

I shook my head slightly: "I don't have any brothers and sisters, just one person." ”

Gu Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, and then nodded: "That's fine, that's fine." ”

Walking the rivers and lakes for many years, I am just one person.

Meng Qiao is a friend I made in the orphanage, she is older than me, I have always called her "eldest sister", not a relative, but a relative.

Except for Meng Qiao, between heaven and earth, there is no one who can bear the wind and rain with me.

During the conversation between me and Gu Qingcheng, the corner of my eye kept paying attention to Miss Ming's movements.

She kept scribbling on my paintings, holding the pen in a very strange way, always pinching the end of the pencil with her right thumb and forefinger, exactly like when she had just taken the pencil.

"Well, Miss Ming has a slight cleanliness habit, and adheres to the ancient precept that men and women do not kiss. Therefore, when she took the pencil, she had that kind of action, don't blame, don't blame. "Gu Tingcheng observed words and looks, was empathetic, and solved my confusion again.

The ancient precept does have the commandment that "men and women should not kiss each other", but it has long been abandoned by modern people. Just like just now, Miss Ming refused to share a pencil with me for more than half a second, but Gu Tingcheng could shake my hand generously.

"That painting, most of it is useless!" I was a little unhappy, and I couldn't help but slander in my heart.

Gu Tingcheng took out a business card and handed it to me with both hands: "Mr. Long, this is my business card." I have a hunch that there must be a chance for everyone to cooperate, what do you say? ”

I took the snow-white piece of paper and saw that the three words "Gu Qingcheng" were neatly written on it with a brush face, next to it was the phone number, and the remaining four-fifths were all blank.

"Where's Mr. Long's phone number? Can you tell us? She asked.

I groaned for a moment before giving her my phone number.

By the time I quit the world, I had already defined my principles for the future. If no one offends me, I will not offend anyone, no one will mention me, and no one will boast about me.

Before, I was the "future Hong Kong Island elite" in Lei Dongtian's mouth; After that, I was an unknown painter living in seclusion in Dunhuang, although I did not change my name and surname, but my heart was like water.

With a snap, the pencil in Miss Ming's hand fell to the ground and fell into two pieces.

"It's not good-" Gu Qingcheng reacted very quickly, and in a whirlwind, he arrived at Miss Ming's side.

At that moment, Miss Ming leaned back and fell again, but she landed right in the crook of Gu Qingcheng's arm.

I was a little surprised, because when Gu Tingcheng helped Miss Ming twice, he used very clever traditional Chinese martial arts. She strode and walked quickly, using the high-grade light skill "Swallow Three Copying Water", leaning over at high speed to catch people and grasping it accurately, using Wudang Tai Chi Mianzhang, which was mixed with the changes in the moves of the big and small grapplers.

She is a girl, and she can combine several kinds of martial arts without a trace, and it will take at least fifteen years or so of hard training to achieve something.

Looking at her age, she is only in her early twenties, and extrapolating forward, she has been practicing martial arts since she was a child, and she has been practicing diligently until now.

"Come and help!" Gu Qingcheng shouted.

I didn't show my martial arts, but strode over.

"Help me lay her flat!" Gu Qingcheng commanded quickly.

The ground is too cold, this Miss Ming's physique is not strong, if she lies down on the spot, I am afraid that the cold poison will invade and breed other diseases. As soon as I thought of this, I immediately took off my coat with my backhand, the inside down, the face up, and spread it flat on the ground.

"Good!" Gu Tingcheng praised and held Miss Ming's shoulders and let her lie flat on her clothes. Then, she pulled a palm-sized, flat metal box out of her pocket, popped the lid open, and pulled out a disposable syringe.

Miss Ming's eyes were closed, and her long, pitch-black eyelashes covered downward, creating two small shadows on her face.

"Sinking fish and geese, closing the moon and embarrassing flowers" is a wonderful word to praise the four beauties of ancient times, and at this moment, it is not an exaggeration to use it on Miss Ming.

I am definitely not frivolous or frivolous, and when I saw Miss Ming's delicate appearance at the moment, my heart couldn't help but swing.

Gu Tingcheng took a deep breath, held the syringe in his right hand, brushed the messy hair on the back of Miss Ming's neck with his left hand, and as soon as his right hand fell, the syringe pierced Miss Ming's big vertebrae.

According to the principle of human veins, pressing and rubbing the large vertebral points can calm the patient's mind, smooth the qi, stop annoyance, and remove irritability. There has never been a medical book mentioning that the "big vertebral acupoint" can be injected with liquid to achieve some kind of therapeutic purpose, and Gu Tingcheng did this without any reason.

Because of this, I let out a soft "huh".

I immediately realized that it was this unintentional performance that exposed the truth about my understanding of martial arts and medicine.

"Miss Ming is suffering from a strange illness and must be cured with a strange prescription. I'm sorry, I should have said what I was going to do in advance, and we had a tacit understanding. Gu Qingcheng explained.

Her observation ability is very sharp, and her mind reacts quickly and logically arranges her language, so as soon as a question appeared in my mind, she had already opened her mouth to answer it, just like a master of "mind reading".

"yes, I just...... What is it that is a strange disease that must be treated this way? "I vaguely hid my gaffe.

"I don't know, but the prescription given by the first apricot forest holy hand grass bodhisattva in Southeast Asia must be able to prescribe the right medicine." Gu Tingcheng replied.

There is no Asian who does not know the Grass Bodhisattva, and "the first apricot forest holy hand in Southeast Asia" is the humble title of the Grass Bodhisattva. To be fair, his status in medicine is extremely lofty, comparable to the former Sun Simiao, Li Shizhen and other medical saints, even if he is called "the world's first apricot forest saint".

Since it is the medicine given by the Grass Bodhisattva, I have nothing to say, and Miss Ming must be in danger.

I looked up at the painting and was stunned.

It's still the dancing girl I drew bouncing the lute, and after painting it for so long, I only need to see a few strokes in her outline to determine her identity. In the past, she was the person in the painting, but now, she has become a "person". That's right, her body has a super three-dimensional sense, concave and convex, vivid undulations, it seems that if you remove this piece of paper, you can reveal a living singing and dancing beauty.

In other words, I only drew her outline, but Miss Ming gave her a soul and made her reborn on paper.

"What kind of painting is this? How miraculous it is? I murmured.

"Miss Ming is—"

I immediately raised my hand and interrupted Gu Qingcheng's explanation: "Don't speak, don't speak, I thought of something-"

I did think of something, some distant memories that came alive because of this painting, and the picture that was always blurry became clear.

First of all, I saw the dancers, heard the sound of the pipa plucked in my ears, and smelled the delicate smell of sandalwood in my nose. None of this mattered, the most important thing was that I felt the warmth that I had been longing for for a long time. Yes, I was in someone's warm arms, hugged, pampered, happy and carefree.

"That must be...... Mother, that must be my mother...... Only my mother can give me this kind of warmth. I am an orphan, but even if I am an orphan, I originally had a mother...... "In a trance, I reached up, and only then could I touch the cheek of the person holding me.

"All things are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, and they should be viewed as such. Yes, yes, if you can't break through the illusion, where can you go to see the real vision? The man holding me sighed softly.

Her voice is beautiful and soft, and it reminds me of the fragrant flowers that bloom and sleep suddenly on a spring night.

I can't wait to turn into a hi-fi tape recorder and keep this sound forever.

"The roots of the Yun family can't be broken, no matter what. I will definitely follow your instructions, let the children live, must live soberly, let them know what they are living for, let them know that the people of the Yun family have ...... in their blood."

I couldn't make out the next words, because the person holding me was spurting out a mouthful of blood, and I couldn't say a word again.

The air was full of blood, blood fell in the wind, and I felt a slight chill on my forehead.

"Through the ages, heroes have no choice but to find Sun Zhongmou, the iron cavalry is prominent, the ancient songs are solemn, repeatedly, and the swords and guns are roaring together. In that painting, it is the blood of my Great Song Dynasty, the blood of the orthodox Han family...... The banner of the Yun family has fallen, and the legacy of the former king is over. Child, I want you to always remember that the banner of the Yun family can't fall, can't fall ......" another mouthful of blood spurted out, and the person holding me fell, and I was also thrown far away.

I looked up, and in a trance, a tall white wall was covered with a long series of paintings. With my current knowledge, just a glance, I know that it is the "Qingming Riverside Map" by Zhang Zeduan of the Song Dynasty, and it is also the first long scroll in the world that reflects the life of the market.

"The reverse is positive, and the complex is strange. Everything has to be found in the painting, the painting is thousands of miles, and the world has changed for hundreds of generations. Child, remember, as long as there is still a breath left, don't let the banner of the Yun family fall......" The voice was faint and flickering, dying.

My nose suddenly became sore, and I was forced to turn my back upwards so that I would not burst into tears.

"Mr. Long, are you alright?" Gu Qingcheng asked in a low voice.

I stood up, took three steps back, and tried to control my emotions before I slowly returned to normal.

The young lady lay on my clothes, her chest rising and falling very gently, and she looked like she had passed the dangerous period.

"I'm fine." I replied.

Memories are turbulent, like waves hidden under the sea, which are about to roll up from time to time, and my heart is repeatedly pounded with a hammer. What's even more terrifying is that memories are all fragments that can't be connected in an orderly manner, giving me a clear hint.

"Your face is very bad, otherwise, we will help Miss Ming out, and it should be much better to bask in the sun." Gu Tingcheng suggested.

She first pressed on Miss Ming's upper lip and the middle acupoint four or five times before helping Miss Ming to stand up.

"Can you go, Miss Ming? The air in the cave is stuffy, let's go out and breathe? She asked.

Miss Ming* sighed, pillowed her head on Gu Qingcheng's shoulder, and closed her eyes groggily.

At that moment, we supported Miss Ming to walk out one by one, and temporarily dropped the easel.

"Oh, Mr. Long, I'm sorry to delay your painting work. If you need compensation, please do not hesitate to mention it. Gu Qingcheng said apologetically.

I shook my head and didn't say anything on the topic.

Other painters come to the Mogao Grottoes to paint as a means to support their families, and time is directly linked to money, so any requests from tourists will be settled in money. For example, taking pictures with tourists, painting portraits of tourists, taking tourists to visit, explaining to tourists, etc., as little as one or two hundred, as much as one or two thousand, are all paid services.

I'm not, and it's just a way to clear my mind and find my memory. If it's just for money, staying in the rivers and lakes of Hong Kong Island to help Lei Dongtian, it's not a problem to make money every day.

Out of the cave, when the sun was shining, Gu Qingcheng immediately took out a folding umbrella from his pocket, opened it with a click, and covered Miss Ming's head.

When she does anything, she has a calm, well-prepared, easy, and easy-to-use demeanor, as if any problem is expected, and she has already prepared for a rainy day and is ready to deal with everything.

Miss Ming opened her eyes, and Gu Tingcheng immediately took out the kettle and handed it over.

"What's wrong with me? Did you faint again? Miss Ming asked.

Gu Tingcheng replied with a smile: "The air in the cave is not circulating, and normal people feel depressed, let alone you." As I said last time, you need to pay more attention to a healthy diet and increase your weight first, so that you can continue to recuperate your body and get rid of the old problem of dizziness. ”

Miss Ming left Gu Qingcheng's shoulder, tried to stand up straight, and took a small sip of water.

A middle-aged tour guide holding a small red flag ran over, and just opened his mouth, wanting to reprimand Gu and Ming for leaving the team without permission, but Gu Qingcheng gently shushed and stopped him in time.

"Don't speak, I know what you have to say. Is it okay to take the next example as an example? Gu Qingcheng smiled forward, and as soon as his right hand was delivered, a red banknote fell on the tour guide's empty hand.

The tour guide immediately shut up, flipped his wrist, put the banknote in his pocket, and then smiled: "Of course you can, of course you can." What I mean is that every mural in the Mogao Grottoes has a history, and you can't see any way just by looking at it. If I were the commentator, the two of you would be worth the trip. ”

Money can make ghosts grind, and this principle works in any Chinese area in the world.

"Mr. Long explained for us, it's good enough, I don't dare to work." Gu Tingcheng said politely.

The tour guide glanced at me, snorted coldly, and his disdain was overflowing.

Every time the painter acts as a guide for tourists, he will encounter the eyes of the tour guides, because doing so will rob them of their extra income.