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

Currently, Chang Lao, who is in his seventies, still serves as the director of the Dunhuang Art Research Institute.

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

“The monks in Dunhuang called it the Buddha’s Light, and countless people have wanted to see it since ancient times.

However, most of them failed to do so. Many believers would rather endure the hardship and stay in Dunhuang for three or four months.

Shen Congwen and Director Chang are old acquaintances. Hearing this, he quickly laughed and said, So, we are still a little lucky!

Indeed, it is not easy to see the wonders on the first day after arriving.

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

Jiang Shan is no exception. He came to Dunhuang many times in his last life and never saw a rainbow, not to mention the golden light.

Only then did he understand why Le Zun decided to settle down in Dunhuang as soon as he saw this light.

In nature, there is a certain scene that makes those who see it shocked and at the same time extremely peaceful.

Then begin to sublimate until you dedicate your life.

However, this type of situation is really rare.

For example, the comrades in these cars can only sigh after seeing them.

I definitely won't dig a hole here.

Except... Mr. Chang Shuhong just now.

Ever since he saw the golden light of his life, he rushed back to the northwest of his 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.

Do you know what it means to cherish each other? Huang Yongyu, who was beside him, noticed Xiao Jiang's gaze: They are.

You don't hesitate?

I'm not as miserable as them.

Haha, Jiang Shan smiled: Is he miserable? He looks okay.

You know what the heck, Huang Yongyu said in a low voice, But, money can't buy it for me. Look at how happy they are.

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

This has been his habit for many years, but this time the situation is different from before.

When he walked into an old book stall, fate sent a photo album to him.

When Chang Shuhong opened the Illustrated Catalog of the Dunhuang Grottoes, he was completely stunned.

There is not a single Chinese character inside or outside the album, but it is filled with photos from the East.

Chang Shuhong could hardly believe his eyes when he saw the murals of Thousand Buddhas Cave in Dunhuang.

Dunhuang Grottoes Catalog published a total of more than 300 photos of murals.

Ingenious brushwork and majestic composition.

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

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

However, he had to believe it.

Pelliot clearly stated in the preface of the album that the works in the album were taken in the Dunhuang Grottoes in China in 1907.

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

Chinese.

Chinese? Wasn't this album shot in your country? Are you still so surprised?

To tell you the truth, this is my first time seeing you too.

The bookstall owner obviously doesn't understand the shit in his own country.

Seeing that Chang Shuhong liked it so much, he kindly reminded him: You can also see many colorful Dunhuang silk paintings in the Jimei Museum not far away.

The Guimet Museum in Paris houses a large number of Dunhuang silk paintings stolen by Pelliot.

The long history and superb artistic expression techniques are far superior to the Western paintings of the Renaissance that Chang Shuhong had previously admired.

Standing in front of the seventh-century Dunhuang silk painting Parents' Gratitude Sutra.

After a while, Chang Shuhong made a decision to go home!

After that, Chang Shuhong stayed in the grottoes for 50 years, starting from the time when he proposed to establish the Dunhuang Art Research Institute.

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

After learning that Chang Shuhong had a long-term plan to protect Dunhuang, Comrade Daqian, who knew the hardships of Dunhuang, couldn't help but advise:

This is a life sentence for you!

The vans were traveling in the desolate northwest desert.

The sand and dust kicked up by the wheels came one after another.

The closer we get to our destination, the more excited the experts on the bus become.

Looking all the way from Mingsha Mountain, there are densely packed caves.

Jiang Shan and Huang Yongyu, who was sitting together, sat up straighter and straighter, even though they had heard many rumors.

But when I actually see it in person, my heart beats faster.

Chang Shuhong looked back at the experts who were stretching their necks, and remembered his expression when he first arrived:

Comrades, Mogao Grottoes have arrived!

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

Is this the Mogao Grottoes?

I have been thinking about it for nearly thirty years, and now I don’t know where to look.

Chang Shuhong, known as the Dunhuang Protector, smiled and asked, Do you want to take a rest first?

At this moment, no one would respond to his call.

They are all prepared not to be afraid of hardship and tiredness.

I'm talking about Lao Chang, Shen Congwen said directly: It's better to lead us into the cave quickly.

Jiang Shan stood on the compacted dirt road, looking around with his head raised.

Except that it is more desolate than later generations, with fewer people, more dilapidated, more messy, and the doorways are more open...

There doesn't seem to be much difference.

Everyone, be careful where you step and follow along. Don't leave the team alone. There is still danger...

Xiao Jiang, Huang Yongyu stood close to Jiang Shan: When you get in, give me a hard shot.

You still need to remind me,

Seeing that someone in the expert team had taken out their sketchbooks, the cameras in Jiang Shan and Zhang Lu's hands also entered combat readiness.

Everyone filed in. Compared with other caves, Mogao Grottoes is easier to climb.

Compared with the dust outside, there was not much sand in the caves that Chang Lao led the veteran cadres to visit.

Cave after cave.

The veteran cadres moved slower and slower.

Gradually, those who fell behind, those who stopped...and those who moved forward anxiously.

Anyway, it’s already love.

Huang Yongyu and Shao Bolin always followed Jiang Shan and Zhang Lu.

These two took pictures carefully and fell at the end of the team.

When a sleeping Buddha appeared in front of them, the four of them could not move at the same time.

Standing in the center of the cave, Jiang Shan seemed to hear the sound of Sanskrit and felt that the entire cave came alive.

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

It's incredible,

After a while, Huang Yongyu said: Old Shao, fortunately we listened to Xiao Jiang's suggestion this time.

I can't even find an adjective, Shao Bolin tried and touched the wall lightly: Thousand-year-old mural!

More than a thousand years!

Upon seeing his action, everyone in the cave stretched out their arms.

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

If this had been left to future generations, the four people inside would have been arrested long ago.

His fingertips felt cold to the touch and his nerves throbbed.

What did Lao Chang say just now? Huang Yongyu forgot to listen for a moment.

He asked us not to shout too loudly. Some murals are too brittle and easily fall off.

Who comes here to yell?

The sound of your words is almost too fast.

Huang Yongyu was speechless immediately and looked at Jiangshan's camera, as if asking if the photo was ready?

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

For fear of disturbing the reclining Buddha who has been sleeping for thousands of years.

Conditions are much better this year,

Slowly, Chang Lao's voice came over again:

Until last year, the comrades in our institute could only eat two meals a day, and the vegetables were only three slices: potato slices, radish slices and cabbage slices.

There was no way. It was not easy to go to the city in the past. The ox cart had to travel for 12 hours. The sun in the Gobi Desert was too hot and the meat smelled before it was brought back.

Later, a group of thieves were captured and the horses were confiscated, so the means of transportation were improved...

Following Chang Lao's voice, Jiang Shan and his group finally followed the organization's footsteps.

Let me introduce it to you, Chang Shuhong smiled and looked at the lesbian beside him:

This is Comrade Fan Jinshi, a researcher at our institute. He is a top student who graduated from Peking University. He has made great sacrifices for our Dunhuang...

Welcome all leaders...

Short hair and a thin body.

The Fan Jinshi in front of her was really not much different from the one in Jiang Shan's memory except for her black hair and white hair.

It turns out that she was just 40, but she already looked so old.

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

“The construction of the Mogao Grottoes began during the Five Hu and Sixteen Kingdoms period, and then experienced development and expansion in the Sui and Tang Dynasties, Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, Xixia and other dynasties...

It was not until the Northern Song Dynasty that it was buried due to war.

Fan Jinshi continued to explain: After thousands of years of wind and sand, it was already devastated by the time Director Chang took over.

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

His words made the veteran cadres present sigh and shake their heads.

Jiangshan stood not far away, always staring at Fan Jinshi, who would be promoted to director twenty years later.

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

It was she who took the lead in seeking international technical protection, and it was she who proposed limiting the number of people who can visit the caves every day.

In the end, it was the seemingly frail female director who stopped the local government from pursuing Dunhuang's absurd plan to go public.

For this reason, when she was nearly 80 years old, Fan Jinshi unexpectedly won the Lui Che Woo Prize worth up to HK$20 million.

The Lui Che Woo Prize aims to reward individuals and groups who have made outstanding contributions to world civilization.

Previously, other recipients of this honor were Yuan Longping, the Father of Rice, and Carter, the former President of the United States.

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

In her later years, she changed hands and donated all the prize money to the Dunhuang Research Institute for which she had worked for 60 years.

You must be talking about her, Zhang Lu, who was beside him, made a fuss.

Well, Jiang Shan raised his camera and started taking pictures: That's her. She's still from Pujiang.

So you are a fellow countryman? Zhang Lu asked in surprise: Are the lesbians in Pujiang so able to endure hardships?

That's right, Jiang Shan sighed to himself: I definitely can't bear this hardship anyway.

Both of us, stop being modest. Zhang Lu said the same: Look at my mouth.

What's wrong? Jiang Shan glanced at him and said, It's only been a while since I've been here, and the skin has started to peel.

It's too dry, Zhang Lu swallowed: It's crazy that floods can occur in this desert area.

A long time ago, Dunhuang County was an oasis in the desert, with rich underground water and gentle rivers above ground,

Fan Jinshi seemed to have heard Zhang Lu's words, Jiang Shan looked at Zhang Lu and laughed.

“The most famous of the Dunhuang Grottoes is the Mogao Grottoes where we are now. It is the largest and best-preserved grotto group in Dunhuang.

There are 492 caves in total, more than 30 of which were opened into temples.

Jiang Shan looked up and saw that the Buddha's body in the cave still had remaining gold foil, and the stars were still shining brightly.

You should have come to see it earlier, Shen Congwen raised his head and looked at the dome: It's more mysterious than imagined.

Are these numbers the numbers of the murals? Shao Bolin's eyes fell on the corner of the wall.

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

Another expert wondered: 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 Xixia murals, then the second layer of late Tang murals, and finally revealed what he felt was the most perfect murals of the Tang Dynasty.

Let future generations decide what is right and wrong! Shen Congwen said something fair: Where are those murals from the prosperous Tang Dynasty that you mentioned?

He is only interested in painting now!

I'll take everyone over to take a look, Chang Shuhong pointed forward: It is indeed very gorgeous.

The wind chimes on the eaves of the cave fluttered, making a beautiful sound as they swayed.

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

The veteran cadres on the first day were very excited.

Drilling one hole after another without taking a break.

When it was time to leave, everyone expressed that they couldn't bear it anymore.

Mainly, Dunhuang in the summer is really boring.

Therefore, the staff of the institute quickly arranged for them to enter the institute to rest for a while.

Comrade Fan, do you mind if we come in and sit for a while?

Until now, after finally catching Kong Jiangshan, he and Zhang Lu returned to the car and took out large and small bags.

It's more of a cellar than an office.

Fan Jinshi, who was standing inside, stood up as soon as he sat down and asked with a smile: Do you need anything?

Fan Jinshi recognized the two of them at a glance. After all, they were the youngest in the team.

Comrade Fan, we are your fellow villagers. Zhang Lu quickly approached.

Fellow?

Jiang Shan lowered his head and glanced at the little boy holding Fan Jinshi's thigh, and said with a smile: Is this your little son?

How did you know? Fan Jinshi became even more suspicious.

I've met Teacher Peng before, Jiang Shan understood. If he didn't say this, Fan Jinshi would definitely not accept these gifts.

Do you know Lao Peng too? Fan Jinshi's eyes already filled with tears at the mere mention of her lover's name.

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

Zhang Lu: I am a reporter from Pujiang TV Station.

Are you really from Pujiang?

Hearing the local accent, Fan Jinshi immediately smiled: Quick, come in and sit down.

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

Fan Jinshi immediately stopped him and said, What are you doing?