"This ancient building is finally about to come to life again!" I stood at the bottom of the steps and looked up, the fence outside the Mogao Grottoes had just been renovated, and there was still a faint smell of paint floating in the air.

I love the taste, and when the Mogao Grottoes enter the engineering stage of "repairing the old as the old and repairing the new", I can imagine that this thousand-year-old Chinese cultural treasure will become young again, standing forever on the side of Mingsha Mountain, overlooking the Gobi of Dunhuang, telling visitors about the inheritance of ancient civilization from generation to generation.

I shifted my satchel to my left shoulder and stepped up the steps.

"Long Fei, do you want to come to our cave today? Draw a picture of the Flying Yaksha? Director Song, who had already gone up the steps in front, turned around and laughed.

"Don't seduce him, everyone knows that Long Fei only paints a picture of a rebounding pipa, and regards that painting as his dream lover. Okay, let's go faster, take advantage of the morning energy, draw a little more, draw a little better. "Teacher Yan, who was walking on the other side, played a round for me.

The seven people in the same group laughed and shook their heads.

As Teacher Yan said, I only draw the dancing girl on the bouncing pipa.

As one of the members of the Mogao Grottoes Mural Tracing Art Troupe, I didn't care about what others were painting, I just aimed at the dancing girl, painting 20 pictures a week, and I have been obsessed with it for more than two years. While other people's paintings were sold, or collected by art academies, art galleries, and private individuals across the country, mine was taken back to my home and locked in a five-foot-long, two-foot-wide, and three-foot-deep camphor box.

To others, I was a strange young man.

When they were about to enter the cave, Director Song said loudly: "The management office has issued a notice that a Belt and Road business investment tour group from Hong Kong will come to visit today, and it will be around noon." This is a semi-official event, don't talk nonsense, just concentrate on your work, more is better than less......"

Director Song is extremely verbose and timid, and as soon as there is a notice above, he will use chicken feathers as arrows.

Everyone giggled into their caves and began their day's work.

The cave has a cold light and no shadow, which is bright enough, but does not cause any optical pollution to the pigments and brushstrokes of the murals.

Before spreading out the paper, I put on a cotton mask. This is also the arrangement of the management office, which is intended to prevent the hot air exhaled by the painters from directly hitting the paintings, which changes the humidity in the cave and has a negative effect on the murals.

Over the past two years, I've developed a unique habit of taking five minutes to look at the dancing girl before picking up the brush.

After drawing so many manuscripts, I am already familiar with the body structure and clothing style of Maihime. I even thought that if I were given a carving knife, I would be able to carve a lifelike sculpture of the dancing girl.

For as long as I can remember, in the most primitive and deepest part of my memory, there always seems to be a big secret hidden that cannot be spoken.

I tried my best to think about it, three years ago in the late autumn one night suddenly had an epiphany, in front of me saw the whirling dancing queen, dancing to the highest place, spinning around, behind the pipa back, ten fingers wheel, making a sonorous sound.

It was like God had opened a window of light in my chaotic life, allowing me to look into the past and the future.

So, I left the glittering Hong Kong Island, put down those gang brothers who were freshly dressed and angry, and went to Dunhuang in the northwest without hesitation, becoming an unknown young painter.

In addition to the finished paintings, there is also a yellowed curly diary that I have kept with me since I was a child.

"On July 1999,

The king of terror descended from the sky,

to resurrect King Anglomore,

During this time, Mars will rule in the name of happiness. ”

The four sentences, scribbled and almost illegible on the title page of the diary, appear to have been hastily written by someone in an emergency.

I know that it is the famous chapter in the prophetic book "The Ages", which is listed in Book 10, Chapter 72. This prophecy was once handed over to the people of all countries in the world at the turn of the century, but it turned out to be a false alarm, and the so-called "king of terror" was all false.

"Why are these words written here and placed with me? Who left these sentences, and who do you want to leave them for? Was it left to me? "This has been a question that I have been thinking about three times a day in the morning, noon and evening for many years.

What is particularly strange is that in the entire 32 pages of the booklet, only these four sentences remain, and the rest are completely blank.

"I'm wandering again, I'm thinking too far ahead—" I shook my head and smiled wryly, took a deep breath, and started my work for the day.

The whole morning passed with the rustle of the tip of the pen against the drawing. Painting has become a part of my life, and I don't get tired of it, I don't even think about the meaning of painting this dancing girl, I just bury my head in the pen and draw the rebounding pipa in my eyes, in my mind, and in my heart.

"You're still here—" A woman's voice sounded from behind me.

I didn't turn my head, there have been many times in the same situation before, those ignorant tourists don't listen to the guides, wander around, deviate from the visiting route, run into here, ask questions, feel the east and west.

I'm not a tour guide, and I'm not a member of the management office, so most of the time I just smile faintly and shake my head until the people think I'm deaf and walk away.

"You're here, you're here—I'm here, I'm still here......" The woman didn't stop, passing me and pounced on the mural.

I smelled a delicate fragrance in my nose and saw the woman's dress, and knew immediately that this was no ordinary tourist.

The fragrance is called "Max Factor Black Rose", which belongs to the first-class perfumer in Paris, France, and can not be found anywhere else in the world except Hong Kong.

I know the name of the fragrance and of course who the customizer is.

The coat and high-heeled leather boots worn by the woman were pale beige, with no conspicuous signs, just a small rose mark in an inconspicuous place.

It was also a Parisian custom-made product, and like the perfume, it belonged to the private property of a Hong Kong tycoon.

It just so happened that the big guy had a close relationship with me, always regarded me as a good brother, and did everything possible to pull me into his own gang. Furthermore, the big guy even wants to marry his biological daughter to me, so that the relationship between the two is unbreakable.

"Long Fei is a talent, a talent that is hard to find in Hong Kong for a century!" More than once, the big guy said this in public.

If I hadn't come to Dunhuang, I might have sat in the right-hand man of the big guy at this time.

"I'm here, you're here, okay, don't be afraid, I've come to see you...... Don't be afraid, I miss you too, and I want to go back too...... It's just that I can't find my way home...... How so? What should I do......" The woman's words were incoherent, and as she spoke, she raised her hand to stroke the face of the bouncing pipa dancer.

"Well, miss, these murals are fragile, you can only look at them, you can't touch them." I couldn't stand it, so I had to open my mouth to dissuade it.

The woman had long, wavy hair with a golden shawl, and she shook her head slightly, and the waves swayed slightly, shining with dazzling golden light.

"You don't understand, it's not a painting, she's a person, she's not a painting. You don't understand, there's no painting here, it's a whole world...... She lives in the paintings, many people live in the paintings, you look at the paintings, you look at her, she is also looking at you...... Look at her eyes, she has you in her eyes, and you have her in your eyes......" The woman's words became more and more obscure, like the babbling of a madman.

I put down my pencil and took a few steps forward, standing side by side with the woman.

"Miss, after all, please stand back a little and take your hand away." I'm a little displeased.

The murals of the Mogao Grottoes are peerless treasures, only authentic works, no copies. Therefore, the leaders of the management office will travel all over the world to seek the best way to preserve the mural from cultural relics from various countries.

Of course, the Buddhist scriptures in the Mogao Grottoes suffered a catastrophe at the end of the Qing Dynasty and are known as the "disaster of the Eight-Nation Alliance" in the history of cultural relics. The stolen, swindled, and stolen murals have been found in foreign countries, and most of them have been collected and properly treasured by foreign connoisseurs.

The leaders visited, not only learned the knowledge of preserving the murals, but also secretly recorded the whereabouts of the murals, waiting for the day when this generation can return the murals in the major caves of Mogao Grottoes to Zhao.

"I said, this is not a painting, this is a person, this is a living person!" The woman retorted sharply.

I could only stretch out my right hand, hold the woman's wrists, and remove her ten fingers from the mural.

The frescoes are indeed fragile, and after the paint has barely held up for hundreds of years, it has now become a dry powder with very poor cohesion, and the powder falls one by one without rubbing too hard.

Even if I don't think about the management, I have to stop the woman just for my own sake.

I have my own principles for walking the rivers and lakes, one of which is "never be rough with beautiful women". Therefore, I only used one-tenth of my usual strength in this trust.

Unexpectedly, the woman's body was extremely light, and I gently supported her, and then staggered back and fell out on her back.

This change was beyond my expectations, I only cared about protecting the murals, and completely forgot that the gangster liked the skinny woman like "Chu waist slender and light in the palm" the most.

I twisted my waist and leaned over, and with my left hand I copied the woman's waist, and the whip was already beyond my reach.

Fortunately, the figure at the entrance of the cave flashed, and a woman who also carried the fragrant wind swept in, with her right arm armed, hugged the blonde woman's shoulder, and scooped her up without leaving a trace, without losing her dignity at all.

"Ah, the ground is slippery, be careful!" The woman smiled softly, and the laughter sounded like a silver bell.

The two women stood still, facing me side by side.

My eyes were first drawn to the woman who came later, with her slender and dark eyebrows, her eyebrows trembling gently with her breathing, as if she had also been startled by the sudden incident just now. However, the vigorous and heroic spirit revealed by her facial features really can't be hidden.

There are many heroines in the rivers and lakes of Hong Kong Island, but I have never seen a woman who combines heroism, justice, tenderness, and beauty, and this person is definitely the first person I have seen in my life.

The woman was extremely beautiful, with delicate facial features and no flaws, and at a glance she knew that she was a well-educated and well-educated person. Especially those eyes, which seem to be clear and clear, and like a deep ancient pool, make me guess, but I have an inexplicable good feeling.

Compared with her heroic sword, the woman who broke in before seemed weaker and weaker, especially the feeling of frowning slightly and resentful eyes, which made people feel that she seemed to be a palace character in Qiong Yao's drama, only suitable for living in the ancient deep palace compound, the gate is not out, the second door is not stepping, the ten fingers are not touching the spring water, and the orchids are embroidered in the depths of the Red Mansion - I can't accurately describe her beauty in words, I can only use the words "ancient deep beauty" to describe it.

The two are both beauties, but when they stand together, one is Xiushu and the other is vine, the contrast is extremely obvious, but they are good at winning. A moment of brightness, no distinction between superior and inferior.