Chapter 2 Wind Collection

At the door of the dean's office, Zhang Xiaomao took the initiative to ask Ying to stay and help Chen Qiong, who had not yet been assigned to the residence, to look at the luggage, Chen Qiong was not hypocritical, in order to respect the person to meet, by the way, she left her sunglasses and wide-brimmed hat for Zhang Xiaomao to help with it, and while thinking about inviting Zhang Xiaomao to dinner, she knocked on the door and entered the office after saying thank you.

Sitting at the desk was an old man with a pen writing a Dunhuang conservation report, his hair was already half white, and when he saw Chen Qiong come in and politely shouted "Hello Dean Zhao", he smiled kindly, put down the pen in his hand, stood up and walked to the coffee table sofa of the hostess: "The boat is tired, sit down and rest first." ”

"Okay, thank you." After Chen Qiong sat down, she took out a certificate from her bag and handed it over, "Dean Zhao, this is the document proof that I came to Dunhuang this time, and I will probably stay with you for four months." ”

"I've been notified from above." Dean Zhao took the supporting documents, and after a few glances, he put them away, "Don't worry, I've arranged everything, and I will let you follow an old man who repairs the murals as an assistant, as for where you live, it depends on whether you want to live in the staff dormitory of the research institute or the residential building in Dunhuang City." ”

Because of some of his own reasons, Chen Qiong, who suddenly came to Dunhuang to collect style, was already in trouble, and did not dare to let people feel that they had any delicate problems, so they almost did not hesitate to choose the staff dormitory, which is only ten minutes' walk from Mogao Grottoes, which will be more convenient.

Dean Zhao, who was pouring hot water to make tea, seemed to be a little unexpected, although the staff dormitory was not bad, and the comparison with the residential buildings in the city was not inferior, but it was still a little more bitter on the bare Gobi Desert, he seemed to see someone in front of him through the young woman in front of him, and nodded approvingly, mother and daughter are always alike.

"Okay, then I'll have someone arrange it for you later." Dean Zhao handed over the decent white porcelain teacup with ears, "Take a sip of tea to relieve fatigue." ”

"I'm sorry to trouble Dean Zhao." Chen Qiong held it with both hands.

Dean Zhao shook his head and blew the mouth of the teacup, drank the boiling tea that kept steaming out, and the old man was always not afraid of burning his mouth: "It's not troublesome to say anything, your mother is also a Dunhuang native who has been here for more than 30 years, if I remember correctly, you were still born in Dunhuang back then, and you can be regarded as the daughter of Dunhuang, and now you can be regarded as going home." ”

Chen Qiong froze, holding the cup in her hand and didn't answer, the already not thick look in her eyes gradually dimmed, this is her mother's eternal home, but it won't be hers.

"And you came here for the Dunhuang dance, not to eat and drink for nothing." Dean Zhao put the lid of the teacup back on the teacup, "I know that you are a young dance performer that many young people like, and the domestic and foreign media are paying attention to you. ”

Chen Qiong has been praised by the domestic mainstream media as a leading figure among young dancers, serving as the heroine of many dance dramas, with many loyal young audiences, since she became famous at the age of 21, the dance dramas she danced in four years have made more young people pay attention to Chinese traditional culture, causing a wave of traditional culture upsurge, but in addition to the work "Dunhuang" that made her famous,

"Dunhuang" is the only one who has aroused heated discussions among the people, Chen Qiong.

"Dean Zhao exalted me too much." Chen Qiong hurriedly laughed, her mother Li Chunhua's words flashed in her mind, her breath was stagnant, and the stinging pain in her heart also turned into a weak heart, "There are many excellent predecessors who have already danced Dunhuang dance and Dunhuang art outside, and even to further overseas places, no matter what aspect I am still far behind." ”

Chen Qiong brought the teacup to her lips and took a sip despite the hot and hard drink, her confidence in her dancing Dunhuang dance had been shattered a few months ago, and her mother had broken it with her own hands.

"You young people are still the rising sun, and you have unlimited potential in you, and many things have to be done by young people." Dean Zhao said some truths brought by the years to the juniors like an elder in the family, and the conversation turned to the ordinary chatter in the family, "I heard your father say that a few days before Comrade Li Chunhua died last year, he still wanted to come back to Dunhuang to have a look, but because of his illness, he has not been able to do so, and now his daughter is also her wish to see her." ”

Chen Qiong nodded and answered indifferently, not hearing any emotion: "She loves Dunhuang very much, more than me and my father." ”

After Dean Zhao finished talking to Chen Qiong, he saw Zhang Xiaomao standing at the door waiting, so he simply asked Zhang Xiaomao to take Chen Qiong to the staff dormitory.

With the founding of the People's Republic of China and the rapid development of the country, coupled with the country's emphasis on Dunhuang culture and art, the staff dormitory here has changed from the original dilapidated temple to a bungalow built with mud, and now it has become a building, and the water and power grid have long been equipped.

Chen Qiong was arranged into a single dormitory on the third floor, the dormitory is not small, there is a small balcony and a separate bathroom, and there is a study room used for writing work.

"Teacher Chen, I won't bother you, you have a good rest today, and someone familiar with the cave will take you to visit the cave tomorrow." Zhang Xiaomao stood at the door and pushed the suitcase in, and handed Chen Qiong some basins, buckets and cups distributed in the courtyard in his hand.

After Chen Qiong put down the sheets, bedding covers and pillowcases in her hand, she hurriedly walked to the door to pick it up, and opened her mouth before Zhang Xiaomao left: "It's hard for you to delay your work today to do something for me, I will treat you to a meal when you have time, you can order restaurants all over the country, eat as much as you want, valid at any time, or have anything you want." ”

"Hey, I wrote it down." Zhang Xiaomao smiled like a big boy, waved his hand and walked away.

Chen Qiong took a deep breath for the next work, she first bent down to make the bed, put some daily necessities in the bathroom, cleaned the dormitory up and down, and sprinkled some water to suppress the fine dust that could not be swept in the house.

After everything was sorted out, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and she originally wanted to go to the cafeteria to eat, but remembered that Zhang Xiaomao had told her earlier that people working in Mogao Grottoes went to work at eight o'clock in the morning and left work at six o'clock in the afternoon every day.

She was a person who hadn't done anything, and she was embarrassed to go to eat in advance, and she couldn't sleep when she was hungry, so she simply moved the chaise longue left by the last person in the bedroom to the balcony, and after lying down to catch her breath, she squinted at the Mogao Grottoes that were far away from the research institute, and after looking at it for a while, she closed her eyes with some resistance.

Chen Qiong, who had been busy for a day, quickly fell asleep, and when she woke up, it was already eight o'clock, in Dunhuang where the sun set at eight or nine o'clock in the evening, it was still a white day, she washed up briefly, closed the dormitory door, and went downstairs to the cafeteria.

As soon as she walked to the door of the cafeteria, Chen Qiong met Guan Ji who was coming to her, and the two exchanged their eyes, ending with Guan Ji first glancing away and bypassing Chen Qiong and going up to the dormitory building.