"Mr. Chang Shuhong is the pioneer of the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang, and one of the founders of Dunhuang Studies in China, gave up the superior living conditions abroad, returned to China without hesitation to stay in Dunhuang, and contributed to the establishment of the Dunhuang Art Research Institute, he was the first director, and lived in the Mogao Grottoes with his family, and then ran around for the protection of Dunhuang, at that time the war was not over, even after the end of the war was still difficult, and the special period was dismissed with his wife, was criticized for raiding his home, was whipped, and knelt on the road with oil residue."

"But I never gave up my love and protection for Dunhuang." The firmness in Guan's message is probably passed down in this vein, and the determination to protect Dunhuang is firm.

Chen Qiong's eyes were lowered, not knowing what she was thinking, as if she was in a fixed position.

"Mr. Chang's second daughter had a sudden illness before the founding of New China, at that time Dunhuang's medical treatment was not developed, the transportation was not convenient, there were more than 50 kilometers back and forth to the city, five days later unfortunately died in the Mogao Grottoes, the staff of the institute laid a wreath in front of the grave, writing 'Lonely and poor people present', at that time most of the staff in Dunhuang were ready to be buried in the desert after death."

Chen Qiong, who was silent, raised her eyes sharply, her pupils trembled slightly, and the desert and Mogao Grottoes she saw also rippled in her eyes, and finally died down and calmed down again.

Prepare to die in the desert.

These can only be seen in the dialogue between the Japanese Dunhuang scholars Daisaku Ikeda and Mr. Tsune. After the death of Mr. Chang, according to his will, he was buried here, and his wife Mr. Li Chengxian was also buried here after his death, and both of them returned to Dunhuang, where they had been concerned, and Dean Duan Wenjie, who had worked in Dunhuang all his life, and his wife also returned here after their deaths, which is the tomb next to it. ”

Guan Ji said: "After they met Dunhuang, they will be closely related to Dunhuang for the rest of their lives. ”

Chen Qiong turned sideways and looked at the cemetery next to him, it was a joint burial tomb, and there were two names engraved on the tombstone, Duan Wenjie and Long Shiying.

"It's been more than 60 years, and I feel like it's the first time I went to Dunhuang yesterday." He Baihe put the stones in his pocket in front of the tomb, which is the way for Jews to express their grief and reverence for the dead, put a few eternal stones in front of the tomb, and the memory of the dead is also eternal, and in addition to He Baihe's place, there are also some stones placed by tourists who come to pay their respects in front of the tomb, "But my body told me that I am not young, I am in my eighties, and I am still a young man in my twenties." ”

He Baihe at that time, originally just planned to go to Dunhuang to see and leave, but I didn't expect to see it for more than 60 years, because the murals of the Mogao Grottoes were seriously damaged, and the statues were also crooked, at that time there were no professionals engaged in this line of work in China.

He Baihe found a set of restoration methods and improved restoration tools by himself, and created many "firsts", he was the first mural restorer in Mogao Grottoes, the first person to successfully restore the murals of the Tang Dynasty, and the first person to successfully complete the restoration with a metal skeleton.

Chen Qiong's eyelids jumped, and when he looked at the source of the sound, He Baihe's old figure stood in this cemetery surrounded by sparseness, standing with all his strength, and a gust of wind could blow it down, but when the wind really blew, he stood more indestructible than everyone and everything.

It's like Dunhuang, it looks like an old man in the twilight, but it's so endless.

An indescribable feeling began to grow in her heart, and she could no longer say anything.

He Baihe said some words intermittently, and then went to another tomb to say a few words, when he was about to leave, Guan Ji took out two stones, one of which was handed to Chen Qiong, the two walked forward to help, Guan Ji first bent down and placed the stones in front of the tomb.

Chen Qiong also put down the stone to express her respect, and subconsciously lowered her eyebrows and looked at a nameplate inlaid on the ground paved with stones in front of the tomb, she quickly looked away, but the words on it were left in her heart.

"How's the mural on the west wall of Cave 496 being revealed?" Walking back, when he was about to walk to the research institute, He Baihe, who decided not to mention these anymore, couldn't help but ask, and what he couldn't rest assured about was always the murals of Dunhuang.

Guan Ji glanced at the couple standing in front of the research institute, who were already waiting to pick up the old man and leave, and he also briefly said the general situation: "The last mural is being uncovered, and it should be completely uncovered tomorrow afternoon, and there is no loss of cultural relics at present." ”

He Baihe nodded with satisfaction: "I am relieved of you, the murals of the Mogao Grottoes will be handed over to you young people." ”

As soon as this sentence was finished, He Baihe's grandson couldn't wait to step forward: "The high-speed rail ticket back to Shanghai is about to depart, grandpa, we have to leave quickly, otherwise we won't be able to catch the ticket check." ”

Sekiyoshi stood to the side, leaving a place behind the wheelchair.

"Grandpa, do you have anything else to say to the two of you?" He Baihe's grandson is still filial, even if the time is very rushed, he still doesn't want his grandfather to leave any regrets, after all, it is difficult to come back after this departure.

He Baihe looked at Chen Qiong with kind eyes, and said meaningfully: "Xiao Chen, Dunhuang has always welcomed you, but you also have to welcome her, it is not okay for any party not to be honest with each other, open the door and talk." ”

Chen Qiong has always had a layer of estrangement left by his mother in Dunhuang, the old man knows it, and he has always known it, but he doesn't have much time, and his desire to leave talents here is more urgent than anything else.

"I made a note of it." Chen Qiong lowered her head and smiled, burying the sadness of parting in her heart deeply, "Old man, you should pay attention to your body after you return to Shanghai, I will go to Shanghai to see you when I have time later." ”

He Baihe nodded and replied, his voice was cheerful, but he could hear the reluctance and sadness that were almost revealed.

When the time to leave really came, He Baihe was pushed to the parking lot in a wheelchair, and within a few seconds, his wrinkled hands suddenly supported the armrests of the wheelchair, and he looked back deeply at the end of this wide road, a statue standing in front of the research institute.

It's Mr. Chang Shuhong.

Mr. held a book in one hand, hidden behind his clothes with the other, and looked ahead and into the distance, as if he was talking to He Baihe who had turned back with his eyes, and also with all the people who came to the institute, and the cornerstone under the statue was engraved with seven words in red letters.

"The patron saint of Dunhuang, Chang Shuhong".

Chen Qiong has been in Dunhuang for so long, the first time she took a serious look at the statue in front of the research institute, or the first time she noticed, she suddenly thought that the nameplate in front of the tomb also had these seven words written on it, there are countless people who protect Dunhuang, but there is only this one god.

Guan Ji said that it was because Chang Shuhong desperately stayed and worked hard to make Dunhuang come alive again, so that there is the current Dunhuang.

"It's time to go back to the Mogao Grottoes." The rationality of a man interrupts the sensibility of a woman.

Chen Qiong nodded a little absentmindedly, walked back in three steps, danced countless dance dramas, and wanted a perfect ending out of occupational disease, and then saw He Baihe, an eighty-year-old man crying, and then wiped his tears and sat up straight in the wheelchair, letting his grandson push him step by step out of here.

The last words He Baihe said in front of the tomb of Sanwei Mountain were: "The future of Dunhuang is in the hands of generations of young people, we are old, but these young people will never be old, I believe they will do better and better than us." ”

Chen Qiong couldn't understand this sentence, how could someone never get old, but she knew that she would understand it after sending it.

The stars in the eyes can't be hidden.