I just wanted to stop Teacher Yan from shouting, but the proprietress was already smiling and pressed Teacher Yan's shoulder: "Master Yan, you are already drunk before you drink?" ”

Teacher Yan is like an ice cube, but the proprietress is like a stove, his hard temper arrives at the proprietress, and instantly turns into cold water and powder, and with a gentle blow, it disappears without a trace.

"Okay, what I just said was drunk, it doesn't count. All right. Xiao Du, go get the wine, I'll have a good drink with Long Fei! Teacher Yan said with a smile.

Dunhuang loose wine is a unique in the west, which is completely made from natural grains, carefully fermented and filtered, and is beneficial to the human body without any harm.

In the process of drinking, I always thought about the other person that the proprietress had said. The hostess won't cause trouble, but the other person is not a good guarantee.

"There is another person who is ......" I asked several times, but was interrupted by Mr. Yan.

He has already begun to look forward to the good times with the proprietress in the future, and the mandarin ducks are crossed, and from time to time he mentions words such as "getting married, going through procedures, and buying a house", which is completely impatient.

In desperation, I could only smile and listen, and let him continue to speak.

I didn't get a chance to ask who that person was until after eating.

Teacher Yan drank a lot of wine, his cheekbones were red, Yintang was shiny, and his eyes were red. In this way, it is no longer possible to work on the site, because the painter group has signed a contract with the management office, and it is not allowed to drink and smoke in the cave, let alone enter the operation area after drinking, so as not to cause accidents.

"I'll take you there, let Teacher Yan rest here." I told the hostess.

The proprietress was still calm: "Okay, I'll call my friend, and I'll be there in five minutes." ”

I have a gut feeling that the real purpose of the proprietress is definitely not to watch the rebound pipa dance, but to have another picture, the so-called painting, just an excuse.

After quitting the rivers and lakes, leaving Hong Kong Island, living in seclusion in Dunhuang, and concentrating on painting, I have drawn a clear line with the previous fights and killings. If the proprietress had been sent by my former enemies to settle the score, then I would have to be with me to the end.

I walked out the door and stood in the square waiting.

Looking at the Mogao Grottoes from afar, I feel more and more that it is full of mystery, as if history has left a program easter egg for modern people, and it is necessary to rely on future generations to excavate, deconstruct, compile, and analyze in order to find the correct way to open the easter egg.

"Mr. Long, my friend is here." The hostess came over.

There was also a woman beside her, wearing a white trench coat with a deep hem that fell to her ankles. Her fur trench coat had a hood that covered her hair tightly, she wore a mask on her face, sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, and her body was almost completely covered except for the small and straight bridge of her nose.

"Miss, this is Mr. Long." The hostess introduced.

The woman straightened up, but nodded slightly, but did not speak.

I was amazed by the shrewdness and ability of the proprietress of the hostess, and I was even more surprised by the indifference and arrogance of this person.

"Let's go, Mr. Long." The proprietress said.

I didn't think much about it, I didn't talk much, I immediately turned around and walked towards the Mogao Grottoes.

As usual, the painters arrived in the morning, and at noon there were drunkards who got carried away, so they did not come over in the afternoon, and simply slept until dark. A good painter must have his unhealthy work and eating habits, just look at Mr. Yan to understand everything.

I took the two of them into the Mogao Grottoes, and I didn't meet the security guards on the way, and I got to Cave 112 smoothly.

I couldn't help but sigh at the thought of what had happened this morning. Actually, I really hope to see Gu Tingcheng and Ming Shuisleeve again and hear their opinions on the rebound pipa diagram. Especially Ming Shuichong, I always feel that she knows a lot of secrets in Cave 112.

After being stunned for a few seconds, I thought of the "Jinshan Yinhai Jade Palace" that Lu Zhongguo said, and immediately looked at the proprietress and another woman beside me. If they're here in search of treasure, they're too far away.

The girl gave me the feeling of extreme coldness and arrogance, as if it were a moving ice sculpture.

I pressed the painting in my backpack and subconsciously compared the two people in front of me with Gu Tingcheng and Ming Shuishou.

The girl was so focused that I could feel the sparkle in her eyes through the sunglasses.

Since ancient times, I don't know how many tourists have visited Cave 112, but apart from praise, it doesn't seem to have changed anything in this cave.

The girl suddenly raised her hand and made a gesture to the proprietress .

The proprietress turned to me: "Mr. Long, according to Master Yan, you have been drawing a rebounding pipa diagram here for almost three years, you must have some experience, can you tell us something?" ”

I'm a little ashamed, I have been tracing it for three years, it's better to apply it casually for a few minutes on my sleeve, I really don't dare to boast of any experience at all.

"I'm sorry, about the murals in the Mogao Grottoes, Mr. Yan has more say than me, so I better not mislead others." I say.

To be sure, as I tried my best to depict the dancing girl bouncing the lute, my whole body and mind almost melted into the mural, as if I was part of the group watching the dance and listening to the music. However, this is the feeling of the heart, and anyone who looks at the mural will have their own unique reading, which cannot be unified, can only be understood, not spoken.

"Really? In this case...... Mr. Long, we are all friends of Mr. Yan, so it's better not to hide your secrets. Since everyone is destined to meet here, I can't help but be unwilling to ask a few words. What do you say? The proprietress said very tactfully, but she was also very stubborn, and she had a tendency to be strong.

I shook my head helplessly: "Since this is the case, I will say it in vain, and the two aunts will listen to it in vain." According to the Dunhuang Historical Records, when the rebounding pipa diagram was first discovered, the musicians believed that this way of playing was extremely abnormal, beyond the control of human limbs, and the tone played must not be in accordance with the rhythm. After that, someone finally practiced the trick and mastered the trick, so he spread the technique of playing and dancing at the same time. This mural created a precedent for rebounding pipa, and refreshed the understanding of ancient dance and ancient music by human musicians. ”

The woman in the sunglasses coughed lightly, and then flicked her nails again, and the proprietress understood, and immediately answered: "Mr. Long, what you said just now can be found in other channels." What we want to hear is your unique insight. ”

She was very respectful to the woman, although she said that she was a "friend" before, but now it seems that it is actually a master-servant relationship.

"My opinion—" I glanced deeply at the woman, "is just Qiqi, over and over again, since there is a rebound lute, there will be a positive lute." According to the rules of the ancient musicians when they played at the table, the front of the instrument must be facing the VIP, if it is violated, one will laugh and be generous, and the other will be severely punished by the master. Therefore, this performance rule must not be broken. You see, outside of the mural, because there are also guests sitting in the direction of the pipa, her performance and playing are not for the people in the painting, but for the outsiders. ”

This is what I have been deeply feeling for a long time, not a pretending to be amazing.

If the dancing girl plays with her back to the guests at the table, then she is not far from being whipped, caned, and beheaded. You must know that the formation of the murals of Mogao Grottoes was at least before the party and the Western Xia, and the national atmosphere at that time was extremely fierce, women were cheap and men were noble, slaves were low and the masters were arrogant, once they made mistakes, they had to shed their skin if they didn't die.

That's when I came to the conclusion that Mai Ji didn't make a mistake, but that there was someone else in the room.

In the past three years, I have consulted a large number of historical documents of Dunhuang before I came to this reasoned and well-founded conclusion.

"Oh? Is that so? The proprietress was stunned.

It seems that her research on murals is only superficial, and there is no cross-border search.

"Miss?" She looked over to the woman in sunglasses.

The woman snorted coldly and silently took four steps.

I secretly praised it, because the position she had arrived at was exactly the right place for me to determine the dancing girl pipa after a long time of practice. In other words, if there is a guest in front of the Maido, she should stand there.

The people in the painting and the people outside the painting add up to form a complete picture of the rebounding pipa.

I stepped out to the right and stood at a distance from the woman in the sunglasses and the dancing girl in the painting.

In this situation, I became more and more convinced that the dancing girl was playing for outsiders.

The woman in sunglasses silently took off her sunglasses, her eyes destined for the dancing queen in the mural.

I only saw her side, and my heart slammed out, because not only did her attitude be like ice and snow, but her facial features were also extremely white, as if carved from a piece of Hetian white jade. In the extreme white, there is also the extremely black existence, that is her eyes.

This woman is really beautiful to the extreme, when her side face is reflected in my eyes, the beautiful shadows of Gu Qingcheng and Ming Shui sleeves in my mind are instantly dispelled, leaving only this woman who deceives frost and snow, and is clean and icy.

I even feel that any chapter in the history of literature that describes a beautiful woman has become a useless burden in front of her, and the Chinese and foreign actresses I see on Suri TV are also overshadowed and cannot be compared with her.

"Hmm." The woman nodded slightly and whispered a word.

She seemed to agree with my analysis.

In fact, when I figured this out, another paradox also came - the cave is so narrow, is the performance of the dancing girl only for one person? The same is true of the other musicians in the picture?

I looked around the cave again, and it was hard to imagine that at some point in history there was a person sitting (or standing) here, enjoying a bouncing lute.

Historically, there are more records of Dunhuang during the reign of the party and the Western Xia, when Dunhuang had a process from prosperity to decline. By the time the Central Plains Dynasty developed to the Southern Song Dynasty, Dunhuang had completely declined.

What I mean is that during the Dangxiang and Western Xia periods, the rulers' demand for singing and dancing was very low, and the dancers did not have the motivation to practice their stunts, but just waved their hands, twisted their waists, and stomped their feet, which could already meet the sensory needs of princes, generals, and leaders.

"This kind of lonely and difficult dance is by no means spontaneous, but out of some strict requirements, the dancer is afraid of the oppression of the power, so she works hard to practice." This is the conclusion I came to after deep reflection.

"Mr. Long, please explain further, I would like to hear more about it." The proprietress said.

I sighed: "I've said everything I want to say and what I need to say." ”

"But—" The proprietress was a little confused.

The woman raised her hand to stop the proprietress from speaking, then shook her head slightly.

"Okay, then I'll wait for a chance to listen to Mr. Long's opinion." The proprietress said.

The easel was still in the corner, with a thick stack of drawing paper sandwiched on it. This is my job, and no matter how complex the external environment is, it is the only constant pursuit.