After November, the weather in Beijing suddenly turned cold. Those who had last year's winter experience turned out the thick cotton coat fur early. Oh, there's something new this year: cardigans.

In the past six months, Wenlan has specialized in knitting patterns and launched a variety of patterns and stitches. Flowers, birds, fish and insects can be woven on clothes with needles and threads.

The Xu sisters combined the needle method to weave dozens of sweaters of different lengths, wearing different styles inside and outside, and then promoting them to the outside, which is to this year's Beijing City, almost everyone has a woolen sweater!

The expensive and the expensive show, the poor and the poor wear.

Ordinary people can cover their bodies with a thick and thick flat-needle sweater, add a cotton jacket, and surround the stove to survive a winter.

As for the rich man, Ah Shou took off his coat, and deliberately unbuttoned his thick satin coat, revealing a woolen vest sewn with shiny pearls and jasper embroidered into an orchid pattern, and said with a smile: "This woolen sweater is really warm!" ”

Bai Tang licked his back molars, and inexplicably remembered a certain jeweled underwear brand: In his previous life, it was a handmade customized limited edition of a luxury brand! One piece sells it for at least a hundred thousand!

Ah Shouxian had enough, Fang sat down in the hearth, and said with a smile: "Bai Tang, the good days of me and Yanyan are coming soon." ”

"Congratulations."

Ah Shou's eyes rolled slightly: "We are a family, don't say a word." I want to burn a few porcelain, which are dedicated to marriage when I get married, what do you think? ”

"How many?" Bai Tang squinted at him, "Enough?" ”

Ah Shou rubbed his hands: "Then how much do you say is appropriate?" ”

Bai Tang put down his pen angrily. Why is it that everyone thinks of him as a free consultant these days? In front of me, I still want to be a cheap designer!

"If you want to burn porcelain for your relatives, give a list first." Bai Tang smiled, "I'll help you design the pattern!" ”

Ah Shou didn't have time to thank him, and listened to him again: "Billing by piece." If you want to produce in large quantities, the old rules. ”

Ah Shou's face fell, and he smiled again: "Then you still need to say it?" He glanced at the crow-blue paper on Bai Tang's case and blinked, "This is magnetic blue paper, right?" ”

"Hmm."

"Coincidentally. The day before yesterday, I heard that today's Laba Festival in the temple in the capital is going to hold a Buddhist treasure exhibition! ”

Bai Tang was quite surprised: "That's a big deal!" ”

"That's right." Ah Shou slapped the table, "You also know that these monks and thieves are rich!" Which temple doesn't have a few treasures at the bottom of the box? We've had an eye-opener. ”

Bai Tang was quite yearning: "I don't know what treasures there are!" ”

"Magnetic green paper!" Ah Shou Yaoyao, "What Qingyuan Temple took out for exhibition this time is said to be the magnetic green paper personally supervised by Princess Wencheng of the Tang Dynasty, and the "Myoho-renge-kyo" copied by herself! ”

Bai Tang's heart was shocked: What?!

"Myoho-renge-kyo"! How is that possible?!

The Baitang people seemed to be empty. The appearance of the Myoho-renge-kyo made his mind fall back to his previous life.

In his previous life, before and after he became famous, he went to Dunhuang several times to collect style. In the dancing yellow sand, he carried a heavy easel on his back, sweat on his back, and his image was completely empty. Qin Ling beside him is still miraculously well-dressed and personable.

Xu Danling complained: "I'm here to copy the murals, what are you doing here?" ”

Qin Ling didn't squeak, only glanced at the compass on his watch.

Master Xu understood in seconds, and sighed: "I have asked for a tour guide!" Can't get lost! ”

Qin Ling hooked the corners of his lips: "I'll just look at the time......"

MD！ Master Xu poured saliva: "Come on!" I don't know you yet? If you don't see a devil, you don't pull the line, you don't see a rabbit, you don't scatter an eagle. Why the hell is here? ”

Qin Ling sighed inaudibly: "The latest news, the last place where the Tang scroll "Miaofa Lotus Sutra" appeared is Dunhuang. ”

Such a coincidence?! No wonder Qinling didn't come to Dunhuang to eat sand with him on a comfortable day.

As a result, Qinling stayed in Dunhuang for more than half a year. In the morning and evening, Hummer picked up Xu Danling, and also brought a nutritionist chef to accompany him, for fear that the stomach of the two would not be able to restrain the local diet.

Xu Danling's purpose is not just to mural. Dunhuang was once the key point of the Silk Road and the intersection of Chinese and Western cultures. What he was looking for was inspiration to open up a new milestone in woodblock water painting! By the way, help Qinling find the "Myoho-renge-kyo".

"The Tang Dynasty left more than 1,000 grottoes, most of which have been destroyed." Qin Ling stood in the sunset of the desert and looked at the horizon, "No matter how hard human beings try, they can't withstand the crushing of the historical famine." ”

Master Xu squatted on the ground and brushed a dry wooden board, and sneered without raising his head: "So pessimistic? ”

Qin Ling looked at him: "It's just reality." ”

"Look what I found!" Xu Danling handed him a piece of wood.

Qin Ling studied for a moment and said in surprise: "Engraving? ”

The wooden plank, which was only the size of two fingers, had been ravaged by the wind and sand, and if it weren't for Xu Danling's carefulness, no one would have noticed the uneven patterns on it.

"Look at the words on it." Master Xu's eyes shone with ill intentions.

Qin Ling was stunned for a moment, and figured out the content on the engraving: "What is engraved is ...... Sivan ......"

His thoughts were spinning quickly, but he saw Xu Danling looking at him with a smile, "What's wrong?" ”

The master hid his face and chuckled: "*** Hurray!" ”

Qin Ling's eyes widened, and the wood chip smashed on his shoulder: "You are fooling me?!" ”

Hurriedly picking up the wood chips, Xu Danling blew away the sand: "I finally cleaned it up!" ”

Qin Ling turned his back to him and compared the map, and said with a smile: "There was an old engraving printing shop near here a few decades ago. Carved murals for sale. Later, a new factory was built, and it was abandoned. ”

"No wonder." Xu Danling frowned, and suddenly thought of something, "Where did you get the news of the "Myoho-renge-kyo" from you?" ”

"A revolutionary veteran who worked in Jiuquan, when he was young, mentioned in his correspondence with a friend that he once saw scriptures written in gold clay on dark blue paper in Dunhuang."

"Revolutionary old-timers?" Xu Danling was stunned, "Why didn't you say it earlier!" ”

Qin Ling frowned and asked him, "What's the problem?" ”

"You're wasting my precious time!" Master Xu kicked the sand.

"How?"

"The old revolution of Jiuquan work!" Master Xu exhaled through his nostrils, "The letter of your youth, think about it, when was that?" ”

Qin Ling frowned: a period of turmoil.

"Break the four olds, brother!" Master Xu lamented, "At that time, not to mention the Buddhist scriptures, even the Buddha statues and temples were almost destroyed. If the skin does not have hair, will it be attached? I estimate that the baby you miss is more than lucky! ”

Qin Ling laughed back: "So pessimistic? ”

"It's just reality!" Xu Danling waved his hand, "Okay, don't spend it here with me, go back to Suzhou as soon as possible!" ”

"I have a gut feeling." Qin Ling looked at the wood chips in his friend's hand, "The Myoho-renge-kyo must still be there!" ”

Xu Danling is an art person, and art people really have an inexplicable dependence on intuition. He touched the wood chips and thought for a while: "Then there is only one way to go!" ”

In the evening, the two returned to the hotel where they were staying, inquired about several local second-hand book markets, and wandered around in turn the next day.

The second-hand book market called Feitian is unexpectedly neat and spectacular! The bookshops are full of people inside and outside, and as far as the eye can see, there is no edge.

The simple bookstore sells some old books and old picture scrolls, the large bookstore is well-decorated, and the Dunhuang style makes people suspect that they have entered the painting cave. Most surprisingly, there are also several bookstores in the book market that specialize in calligraphy, paintings, and souvenirs of the Cultural Revolution.

Xu Danling and Qin Ling glanced at each other and walked into the store.