THE NEXT DAY, BEFORE DAWN, THERE WAS A KNOCK ON MAY'S DOOR.

The only person who came was Nie Yuanbin.

"There is an important reception in the city, Da Liu and Xiao Li were called to help, I was just about to go painting, I will be your tour guide today." Nie Yuanbin said.

"So where are we going today, Mr. Guide?" MAY ASKED WITH A SMILE, THINKING TO HIMSELF, YOU HAVEN'T SAID TEN WORDS ALONG THE WAY, AND YOU HAVE TO BE MY TOUR GUIDE, YOU ARE JUST GOING TO PAINT AND TAKE ME ALONG THE WAY.

"Go to Yadan Devil City.

It was a special city, with mighty generals, lions of the desert, camel caravans of the Silk Road, and fleets of voyages.

When the sun rises, the distant mountains are shidai, and the stars change;

When the sun sets, the ghosts cry and howl, and the forest is full of clouds. ”

MAY WAS FASCINATED BY WHAT SHE HEARD, A WOMAN LIKE HER, WHO IS NATURALLY FULL OF CURIOSITY, AND IT IS REALLY ATTRACTIVE TO HAVE SUCH A PLACE WHERE YOU CAN EXPERIENCE DIFFERENT SILENCES AT THE SAME TIME, AND YOU CAN'T MISS ANYTHING.

Soon, they arrived at the hinterland of Yadan, and further into it was Lop Nur.

Nie Yuanbin stopped, set up his easel, and sat there on the spot.

Except for a few small sand dunes and a few hays, I didn't see the magical sights he said at all, it was still dark, and I didn't hear the ghosts and gods wailing, this is a piece of Gobi, what kind of wonder.

This Nie Yuanbin is obviously looking for someone to accompany him to paint the sunrise, where is he accompanying himself to watch the Devil's City. MAY PURSED HIS LIPS AND KICKED THE PEBBLES ON THE GROUND IN BOREDOM.

Gradually, the sky began to turn white, and when the first rays of the sun rose above the horizon, the golden sand shone brightly, and everything grew, and everything came to life.

Nie Yuanbin sat like this, looking at the drawing board with both eyes, but he didn't even draw a single stroke.

The sun in Dunhuang at noon is very scorching, there are no big trees on the Gobi, and there is nowhere to shade. Large drops of sweat fell down his cheeks, dripping into the sand, and he was buried in an instant.

MAY didn't know what Nie Yuanbin was going to do, so he didn't say anything when he asked, just let the sun roast until the sun set in the west and the sky was dyed red.

Finally, Nie Yuanbin stood up, picked up the pen, brushed it on the canvas one by one, painted the entire background color to golden yellow, and then changed the brush to add a little layer to the golden yellow, depicting the brilliance of the sun little by little, and smearing the color of the earth little by little.

The sunset in Dunhuang was very late, it was already 11:30 p.m. when it was completely dark, but Nie Yuanbin had no intention of leaving, he lit the outdoor lamp and continued to paint there.

The climate of Dunhuang has a level 3 even if it is a light breeze.

As night falls, the wind gets stronger.

The wind howled like the roar of a wild beast, and like the pursuit of evil spirits.

MAY INVOLUNTARILY THINK OF A SCENE FROM THE MOVIE, MAYBE A BIG PIT WILL APPEAR UNDER THEIR FEET, AND THEY WILL FALL INTO THE GRAVE OF THE DECEASED, OR MAYBE, THE EARTH'S CRUST WILL CHANGE, AND A LARGE NUMBER OF HIDDEN TROOPS WILL IMMEDIATELY APPEAR ON THE GROUND, THINKING THAT THEY WILL BE INVADERS WHO HAVE STRAYED INTO THE MASTER'S TREASURE, TEARING THEM APART ONE BY ONE, AND THEN EATING THEM, AND THERE ARE NO BONES LEFT.

THE MORE YOU THOUGHT ABOUT IT, THE MORE FRIGHTENED SHE BECAME, AND A CHILL BEGAN TO RUN BEHIND HER, SHE FINALLY COULDN'T HELP IT, AND SHOUTED LOUDLY: "NIE YUANBIN, CAN'T YOU HEAR THIS TERRIBLE VOICE, DO YOU WANT TO DIE HERE?" ”