Mr. Chang Shuhong, who had been sitting in the front row, looked out the window and helped his glasses.

At present, Chang Lao, who is over 70 years old, is still the director of the Dunhuang Art Research Institute.

Looking at the magical scene in the distance, the old gentleman jokingly said:

"The monks of Dunhuang called it the Buddha Light, and countless people have wanted to see it since ancient times.

However, most of them failed to do so, and many believers preferred to endure hardships and stay in Dunhuang for three or four months. ”

Shen Congwen and Director Chang are old acquaintances, and when they heard this, they hurriedly smiled: "In this way, we are still a little lucky!" ”

"Indeed, it is not easy to see the spectacle on the first day of my arrival."

The group looked out the window for a long time, all shocked by the natural scene in front of them.

Jiangshan is no exception, I have not come to Dunhuang in my previous life, not to mention the golden light, and I have not even seen a rainbow.

It was only then that he understood why Lezun decided to settle down in Dunhuang as soon as he saw this light.

In nature, there is a certain scene that makes the people who see it shocking and at the same time extraordinarily quiet.

Then it begins to sublimate until the dedication of life.

However, this category is a minority.

For example, the comrades in these cars have just seen and sighed.

Surely there will be no hole in this hole.

Apart from...... Mr. Chang Shuhong just now.

Since he saw the "golden light" of his life, he rushed back to the northwest of the motherland from France without hesitation.

Jiang Shan, who was sitting in the back row, quietly looked at Chang Shuhong, who was talking and laughing with Shen Congwen in front of him.

"Do you know what it means to be sympathetic?" Huang Yongyu, who was beside him, noticed Xiao Jiang's gaze: "They are." ”

"You don't hesitate?"

"I'm not as bad as them."

"Hehe," Jiang Shan smiled: "Is he miserable?" It's okay to watch. ”

"You know a fart," Huang Yongyu said in a low voice: "But ah, I'm happy to buy a daughter, you see how happy they laugh." ”

In the autumn of 1935, Chang Shuhong, who was studying in Paris, took a walk along the Seine River as usual.

It's been a habit he's been doing for years, but this time it's different.

When he walked into a used book stall, the god of fate delivered him a photo album.

When Chang Shuhong opened this "Dunhuang Grottoes Catalogue", he was completely stunned.

There is not a single atlas of Chinese characters inside and out, but it is full of pictures from the East.

The moment he saw the murals of the Thousand Buddha Caves in Dunhuang, Chang Shuhong almost couldn't believe his eyes.

The Catalogue of Dunhuang Grottoes contains more than 300 photographs of the murals.

Skillful brushstrokes, majestic composition.

Although it is only a black and white photo, it still makes the people in front of them unable to recover their souls for a long time.

When he went abroad to study, he couldn't believe that his country had such a high-level art base.

However, he had to believe it.

In the preface to the album, Bo Xihe clearly indicates that the works in the album were taken in 1907 in the Dunhuang Grottoes in China.

When the bookstall owner saw Chang Shuhong's appearance, he asked tentatively: "Where are you from?" ”

"Chinese."

"Chinese? Isn't this album just made in your country? Are you still so surprised? ”

"I'll tell you the truth, it's the first time I've seen it."

The bookstall owner clearly doesn't understand the bullshit of his country.

Seeing that Chang Shuhong liked it so much, he kindly reminded: "In the Guimet Museum not far away, you can also see a lot of colorful Dunhuang silk paintings." ”

The Musée Guimet in Paris houses a large collection of Birch and stolen Dunhuang silk paintings.

The history is long, and the artistic expression is superb, far better than the Renaissance Western paintings that Chang Shuhong admired before.

Stand in front of the seventh-century Dunhuang silk painting "The Grace of Parents".

After half a ring, Chang Shuhong made a decision to go home!

After that, from the proposal to establish the Dunhuang Art Research Institute, Chang Shuhong stayed in the grottoes for 50 years.

When he arrived in Dunhuang, Zhang Daqian had not left with his two wives.

When he learned that Chang Shuhong had a long-term plan to protect Dunhuang, Comrade Daqian, who knew the hardships of Dunhuang, couldn't help but persuade:

You're a life sentence!

The vans traveled through the inhospitable desert of the Northwest.

The sand and dust kicked up by the wheels, wave after wave.

The closer you get to your destination, the more excited the experts on board become.

Looking all the way from Mingsha Mountain, there are dense layers of caves.

Jiang Shan and Huang Yongyu, who was sitting together, sat up straighter and straighter, although they had heard a lot of rumors.

But when I actually came to the scene, I still saw my heart beat faster.

Chang Shuhong looked back at the experts who straightened their waists and stretched their necks, and remembered his expression when he first arrived here:

"Comrades, the Mogao Grottoes have arrived!"

Shen Congwen was the first to get out of the car, and the few people behind him were also impatient.

"This is the Mogao Grottoes?"

I've been thinking about it for nearly 30 years, and I don't know where to look this time.

Chang Shuhong, known as the "protector of Dunhuang", asked with a smile: "Do you want to rest for a while?" ”

At this time, where will anyone answer his call.

All of them are ready to be not afraid of hardship and tiredness.

"I said it's always the same," Shen Congwen said directly: "It's better to quickly lead us into the cave." ”

Jiang Shan stood on the solid dirt road, looking around with his head up.

Except that it is more desolate, less populated, more dilapidated, and more messy than in the afterlife, the doorway is wide open......

It doesn't seem to make much difference.

"Everyone, be careful, follow along, don't leave the team alone, there is still danger......"

"Xiao Jiang," Huang Yongyu was next to Jiang Shan: "After you go in for a while, shoot me hard." ”

"You still need to be reminded of this,"

Seeing that someone in the expert team had already taken out a sketchbook, the cameras in the hands of Jiang Shan and Zhang Lu also entered a state of combat readiness.

Compared with other caves, Mogao Grottoes are still easy to climb.

Compared with the dusty outside, Chang Lao led the old cadres to visit the several caves, but he didn't see much sand.

Cave after cave.

The old cadres are going slower and slower.

Gradually, those who fell behind and stopped...... I'm in a hurry to move forward.

Anyway, it's already love.

Huang Yongyu and Shao Bolin always followed behind Jiangshan and Zhang Lu.

These two photographed carefully and fell at the end of the line.

When a sleeping Buddha appeared in front of him, the steps of the four of them stopped moving at the same time.

Standing in the middle of the cave, it seems that he hears the sound of Sanskrit, and he only feels that the whole grotto has come to life.

The majestic murals gushing from all sides made him feel dizzy.

"It's incredible,"

Halfway through, Huang Yongyu came up with a sentence: "Lao Shao, we are fortunate to have listened to Xiao Jiang's suggestion this time." ”

"I can't find any adjectives," Shao Bolin tried to touch the wall lightly: "A thousand-year-old mural!" ”

"More than a thousand years!"

As soon as they saw him do this, all the people in the cave stretched out their arms.

Compared with the closed cave gates in later generations, Jiang Shan never thought that he would touch the murals with his own hands.

If this is left to the next generation, the four of them will not be arrested sooner.

The fingertips are cold to the touch and the nerves are beating.

"What did you just say?" Huang Yongyu forgot to listen for a while.

"He told us not to shout loudly, because some of the murals are too brittle and easy to lose powder."

"Who is shouting here?"

"Your voice is almost fast."

Huang Yongyu was dumbfounded for a moment, and looked at Jiang Shan's camera, as if asking if he had taken a picture?

Jiang Shan nodded, so the four of them quietly retreated.

For fear of alarming the reclining Buddha for thousands of years.

"The conditions are much better this year,"

Slowly, Chang Lao's voice came again:

"Until last year, our comrades could only eat two meals a day, and the vegetables were also three slices, potato chips, radish slices and cabbage slices.

No way, it was not easy to go into the city in the past, the ox cart had to walk for 12 hours, the sun in the Gobi Desert was too poisonous, and the meat stinked before it was pulled back.

It wasn't until a gang of thieves were caught and the horses were confiscated that the means of transportation were improved......"

Looking for Chang Lao's voice, Jiang Shan and his party finally caught up with the pace of the organization.

"I'll introduce it to you," Chang Shuhong smiled and looked at the lesbians beside him:

"This is our researcher Comrade Fan Jinshi, a high-achieving student who graduated from Peking University and has made great sacrifices for our Dunhuang......"

"Welcome to ...... leaders"

Ear-length short hair, emaciated body.

In front of Fan Jinshi, except for green silk and Huafa, there is really not much difference from the appearance in Jiangshan's memory.

It turned out that she was just 40 years old, and she was already so old.

The appearance of Fan Jinshi allowed Chang Lao to take a breath.

"The Mogao Grottoes began to be built during the period of the Five Hu and Sixteen Kingdoms, and then underwent the development and expansion of the Sui and Tang dynasties, the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, and the Western Xia......

It was not until the Northern Song Dynasty that it was buried because of the war. ”

Fan Jinshi's explanation continued: "After thousands of years of wind and sand, Director Chang was already devastated when he took over.

To put it simply, it is three sentences: there is a lot of damage in the past, it is difficult to maintain in the present, and the future will eventually disappear......"

The words made the old cadres present sigh and shake their heads one after another.

Standing not far away, he always stared at Fan Jinshi, who would be promoted to director in 20 years.

Now, like later generations, she has been working hard to better protect the Dunhuang murals.

It was she who pioneered the search for international technical protection, and it was she who proposed to limit the number of people who could visit the cave every day.

In the end, it was this seemingly weak female director who prevented the local government from carrying out the absurd plan of Dunhuang listing.

Because of this, when she was nearly 80 years old, Fan Jinshi won the "Lui Che Woo Prize" of up to 20 million Hong Kong dollars.

The LUI Che Woo Prize aims to honour individuals and groups that have made outstanding contributions to world civilisation.

Previously, Yuan Longping, the "father of rice", and Carter, the former president of the United States, won this honor.

I never thought that Fan Jinshi, who only had two meals a day last year.

In her later years, she donated all the prize money to the Dunhuang Research Institute for which she had been fighting for 60 years.

"You say it's her," Zhang Lu beside him pounded the country.

"Well," Jiang Shan raised his camera and took a picture: "It's her, she's still from our Pujiang." ”

"So it's a fellow?" Zhang Lu was surprised: "The female comrades in Pujiang are also so able to endure hardships? ”

"That's right," Jiang Shan sighed to himself: "Anyway, I definitely won't be able to endure this hardship." ”

"Let's both stop being modest," Zhang Lu did the same: "Look at my mouth." ”

"What's wrong?" Jiang Shan took a look: "It's only been a long time, and it's starting to peel." ”

"It's too dry," Zhang Lu swallowed: "It's really hell that this desert area can also be flooded." ”

"A long time ago, Dunhuang County was an oasis in the desert, rich in groundwater, and gentle rivers on the ground,"

Fan Jinshi seemed to hear Zhang Lu's words, and Jiang Shan looked at Zhang Lu and smiled.

"The most famous of the Dunhuang Grottoes is the Mogao Grottoes, which are the largest and most well-preserved grottoes in Dunhuang.

There are a total of 492 caves, of which more than 30 have been opened into temples. ”

Jiang Shan looked up, and there were still remnants of gold leaf on the body of the Buddha in the cave, and the stars were still shining.

"I should have come to see it earlier," Shen Congwen looked up at the dome: "It's even more mysterious than I imagined." ”

"These numbers are the numbers of the murals?" Shao Berlin's gaze fell on the corner of the wall.

"This is the mark left by Zhang Daqian when he repaired the cave before," Director Chang walked over: "But we still use this set of codes." ”

Another expert curious: "I heard that he destroyed a lot of murals in Dunhuang. ”

"It can't be said to be destroyed," Director Chang said with a smile.

"Zhang Daqian first peeled off the first layer of Western Xia murals, then the second layer of late Tang Dynasty murals, and finally revealed the most perfect Tang Dynasty murals he felt."

"Which is right and wrong, leave it to future generations to comment!" Shen Congwen said a fair word: "Where are the murals of the Tang Dynasty that you said?" ”

He's only interested in painting!

"I'll take you over to have a look," Chang Shuhong pointed forward: "It's indeed very gorgeous." ”

The wind chimes fluttering at the eaves of the cave made a beautiful bell sound in the swaying.

According to the plan, the expert group will visit Dunhuang for three days.

On the first day, the veteran cadres were very excited.

Drill hole after hole, without a break.

When it was time to leave, they all said that they couldn't bear it.

Dunhuang in the main summer is indeed very hard.

So, the staff of the institute hurriedly arranged for them to go into the institute to rest for a while.

"Comrade Fan, don't mind if we come in and sit for a while."

It wasn't until this meeting that he finally caught the empty Jiangshan, and he and Zhang Lu returned to the car and took out the big bags and small bags.

It's not so much an office as a cellar.

Fan Jinshi, who was standing inside, just sat down and stood up again, and asked with a smile, "Do you need anything?" ”

Fan Jinshi recognized the two at a glance, after all, the youngest in the team belonged to them.

"Comrade Fan, we are your fellow countrymen." Zhang Lu hurriedly set it up.

"Fellow?"

Jiang Shan looked down at the little boy holding Fan Jinshi's thigh, and said with a smile: "This is your little son, right?" ”

"How do you know?" Fan Jinshi was even more suspicious.

"I've seen Teacher Peng before," Jiang Shan understood, if he didn't say that, Fan Jinshi would definitely not accept these gifts.

"You also know Lao Peng?" Only mentioned the name of her lover slightly, and Fan Jinshi's eyes were already filled with tears.

"I forgot to introduce myself," Jiang Shante said naturally, "I am a reporter from Pujiang Newspaper." ”

Zhang Lu: "I'm a reporter from Pujiang TV. ”

"Are you really from Pujiang?"

Hearing the local voice, Fan Jinshi suddenly smiled: "Quick, come in and sit." ”

Jiang Shan and Zhang Lu took the opportunity to put the things in their hands on the table.

Fan Jinshi immediately stopped: "What are you doing here? ”

(End of chapter)