Guan Ji and Chen Qiong walked to the northernmost part of Mogao Grottoes, entered the 16th cave with three eaves of the ancient building outside the cave, and then entered the 17th cave of the cave through the north side of the Yongdao of the 16th cave into the cave in the cave, through the small stone door of the 17th cave, the first thing they saw was the statue of the monk Hongbi who was facing the door and sitting on the mud bed.

His hands are hidden under the monk's robe, or his hands are naturally hanging down on his legs to appear in a Zen posture, and his eyes are peaceful.

Dean Zhao and He Baihe are standing side by side facing the offering portrait on the north wall behind the statue, the north wall is painted with two Bodhi trees, and the statue is located in the middle of the two Bodhi trees, and on the left and right of the Bodhi tree there is a statue of an offering maid and an offering bhikshuni, the maid is holding a staff in one hand and a scarf in the other hand waiting to wait at any time, and the bhikshuni is holding a fan in her hand and fanning the wind for the monk Hong.

The two old men, who were almost one hundred and fifty years old, did not speak for a long time before they heard a sigh coming: "Mr. Chang once said that when he first entered here, he looked at the empty house that had been ransacked, as if he heard the smiling maid talking to him on this mural, and he was repenting for not being able to protect the countless treasures of civilization in this cave, and it is for this reason that Mr. Chang made up his mind to stay and protect this place." ”

"Old man, you think about the past again." Dean Zhao glanced at the old man beside him, smiled, and continued to look at the mural.

"Old!" He Baihe laughed twice, and pulled the two words into a long tone, it is the length of the years left on him, it may be that people will feel it at the end of the years, or it may be that his grandson has always insisted on taking him to Shanghai to enjoy happiness.

He also knew in his heart that he couldn't see Dunhuang for long: "In a few years, I also have to become a handful of yellow sand in Dunhuang, although I am a person who is in Dunhuang to make a wall, but thinking that these tens of thousands of cultural relics left outside have not been able to come back here, I feel strange and uncomfortable, and I don't know if those cultural relics are still good, have they been destroyed, and I have to go home." ”

Chinese Dunhuang scholars and people who love Dunhuang have always hoped that the lost cultural relics can be returned to Dunhuang, including many foreign scholars have been calling for it, but this is too difficult, nearly 50,000 pieces of cultural relics have been lost to more than 10 countries, some have been collected by foreign museums, there are also people to Mogao Grottoes to snatch away, there are also private people who refuse to disclose the slightest bit of information, just counting the number of cultural relics lost is a problem.

Dean Zhao's wrinkled eyebrows and eyes were also heavier, but he was also optimistic: "Your body is still strong, and there are young children, Premier Zhou also said that the cause of Dunhuang cannot be completed in one generation, and it must be inherited and protected by future generations." ”

"Young child..."After He Baihe said this half sentence, he didn't continue, squinting at the old eyes of the years and looking at Hong Bianzhen obliquely, two old men from different eras were engaged in a wordless conversation.

Now young people are yearning for the life and development of the big city, even many children who grew up in Dunhuang have run outside, few can stay in this boring and remote place, there used to be these people who stayed here for a long time, but now they have become an old bone, someone has to replace them.

It's like an oil lamp, you have to keep someone coming to renew it, and you can't let the light go out.

Guan Ji walked up the steps, bent down into the cave, and opened his mouth at the right time to break the lamentation precipitated in the cave: "Dean, I can bring you safe and sound." ”

He Baihe caught a glimpse of Chen Qiong who came in behind Guan Ji, smiled kindly and nodded, but the first to speak was Dean Zhao, who beckoned: "Xiao Chen, come here, let me introduce you to the old man He Baihe in the courtyard, you have been here for four months with the old man in the cave to have more contact, the old man is not only familiar with the murals in this cave but also has feelings, listen more and see more will gain a lot of gains." ”

Chen Qiong bypassed the pass, hurriedly walked to Dean Zhao and them, and bowed her head to say hello to show respect: "Hello old man, I may bother you later." ”

"Good, good." He Baihe smiled more amiably like all the elders saw the sweet-mouthed and well-behaved juniors, "You young people are willing to come to Dunhuang to get in touch with these, and are willing to spend time here to collect Dunhuang art, my old man can't ask for it." ”

Chen Qiong, who didn't know how to answer, smiled and said nothing, she had to come here, if she could, but if there was another way, she wouldn't come here.

Dancers are more cruel than film and television actors, as long as they are old and have traces of time, it is difficult to be the protagonist of the stage again, and even the chance of going on stage is very small.

She didn't want to end her life at the age of twenty-five, dance was her life.

Guan Ji has been observing Chen Qiong's expression, and when she saw Chen Qiong's smile not reaching the bottom of her heart, she knew that she was reluctant to come to this trip, but she knew that her daughter Mo Ruo's mother thought that her master Li Chunhua called her a month before she died and said that her daughter Chen Qiong might come to Dunhuang in the future, and asked him to help Chen Qiong see the soul of Dunhuang and help Chen Qiong dance the "Dunhuang", he couldn't help sighing.

This is really difficult, Chen Qiong's resentment towards Dunhuang stems from Li Chunhua.

Dean Zhao was going abroad to participate in an exchange meeting on Dunhuang cultural studies, so he hurriedly left after introducing Chen Qiong to He Baihe.

He Baihe also quickly put on a serious expression, and glanced at Guan Ji with a look waiting for the autumn queen to settle accounts: "Girl, did you come to this cave the day before yesterday to see?" Tell me what you know. ”

Guan Ji calmly clasped his hands to his chest, Chen Qiong looked in the direction of Guan Ji, fortunately she had a good memory from childhood to adulthood, and remembered what Guan Ji said: "Monk Hong Bian was the leader of Buddhism in the Tubo period, and opened two big Buddha halls in Mogao Grottoes, one of which is the 16th cave where the Tibetan Scripture Cave is located, and the Tibetan Scripture Cave was originally the Zen room used by the monk Hong Bian to practice Zen. Restore the scene of the monk Hongbian entering Zen during his lifetime. ”

"Later, the statue of the monk Hongbian was moved out, and someone hid more than 50,000 pieces of cultural relics here, and also built a wall to seal the entrance of the cave, and painted murals on the wall to hide the cave." Chen Qiong didn't say any more, what happened later was what He Baihe and Dean Zhao were sad about.

Since the discovery of the cave in 1900, because of the inaction of the Qing court and the local government, the cultural relics have been bought by foreigners one after another, and after the cultural relics are empty, the murals in the cave have been pasted away, and there is even a plan to relocate the entire cave and make the Mogao Caves a worthless grotto group.

Guan Ji hooked the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, and said a few more words to He Baihe before turning around and leaving the cave.

Chen Qiong thought that why Bai He would continue to ask relevant questions, and he had already started a brainstorming about memory in his mind, but he changed his words and asked a strange question.

"What do you think Dunhuang looks like?"