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001 Block me from looking at the painting

Dunhuang, Shazhou Night Market

Sheng Tang has already drank his third cup of apricot skin water.

Chilled to relieve the heat.

At nine-thirty in the evening, the setting sun is still hanging behind the flying sky in front of the night market. The sky is long here and it won’t get dark until after ten o’clock. The food street has already been busy and crowded, as if this place has always been prosperous for more than two thousand years.

What used to be Silk Road caravans, alien monks, soldiers and painters are now Chinese and foreign tourists of all kinds, experts and scholars, and backpackers from all over the world.

The mutton in the northwest is fresh, and the air is filled with the thin white smoke of charcoal-grilled mutton, yellow noodles with donkey meat, Dunhuang stuffed skin, and pickled ear oil cakes. The various signboards are dazzling. The waiters at each shop are holding plastic-wrapped menus stained with oil.

Introduction to tourists: Dunhuang is on the tip of your tongue. Don’t miss it when you pass by. Come in and try our desert chicken and Yangguan live fish, which have been around for more than a thousand years...

A snow mountain camel paw passed through the curls of barbecue incense and was brought to the outdoor table. There were three gentlemen on the table drinking and drinking:

“The heavy rains a few days ago flooded many Buddhist caves, especially the Sutra Cave, which has been trending.”

"Speaking of the Buddhist Scripture Cave, some people say that there is an undiscovered Buddhist Scripture Cave in Mingsha Mountain."

"The heavy rain sealed the cave. I heard that someone heard the sound of pipa when passing by the grotto in the middle of the night, so the grotto was closed and no visitors were allowed to visit."

The loud voice was drowned out by the din of numerous outdoor tables.

Across the street, there are handicrafts, euphratica wood carvings, flying sand vase paintings, seven-color Gobi stones... The most popular shops are those selling Gobi Desert ink jade, carved works of art, teapots, teacups and tea sets, but the most popular ones are

The best one is the black jade wine cup. Yangguan wine paired with Dunhuang black jade cup corresponds to the poem "Luminous Cup of Grape Wine". Use a flashlight to hit the wall of the cup, and it will emit a faint dark green light, which is extremely beautiful.

Very good.

It is the season to eat Li Guangxing. The raw material of apricot skin water, drinking a large glass of it in one go, is more refreshing than sour plum soup. Dunhuang people love to drink this.

The stall where Sheng Tang is located mainly sells local Xihe hemp paper, handicraft calligraphy and painting, and there are unfinished poplar wood carvings scattered around. When the wind passes, some poplar wood chips can be swept away.

She sat lazily on the back of the chair, with her legs crossed and placed on the stall. With a slight exertion, the two front legs of the chair flew into the air, and the chair swayed leisurely back and forth with the support of her legs.

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Her long hair was braided and hung loosely on the side of her neck. There were shadows of colorful silk between the braids. A white top was painted with a flying batik pattern, and she wore a pair of low-waisted denim pencil pants with a white tulle at the waist.

Her slender waist is looming, and her skin is a lot paler than that of a girl from the northwest. Many tourists take a look at her when they come and go.

Beautiful girls are liked by everyone, especially her eyes, which are very standard double eyelids and reveal the charm and cunning that only phoenix eyes can have, like a smile, which is funny but also cold and cynical. The color of her pupils is lighter than that of ordinary people.

As my friend said, he is evil.

Sheng Tang was focused on staring at the two men standing diagonally across the stall with her demonic eyes. One was wearing a flower hat and had a slender figure; the other was wearing a rust-colored half-sleeved hoodie, tall, tall, and slightly long.

With his messy hair tied up casually and hidden under a black peaked cap, black sunglasses, and black headphones hanging around his neck, the most conspicuous thing is his beard and carrying a large backpack. He looks like a tourist at first glance.

The WeChat group of “Plastic Sisters” is ringing loudly on the phone:

Cheng Qin: @棠棠, why do you think your thesis was approved? Who dares to mess with you, a charming and ever-changing witch? Isn’t this a 360-degree trick to get into the crematorium?

You Ye: I know you have great ambitions, but are you looking for abuse by going to Dunhuang this season? You are a tender-skinned person...

Cheng Qin: Honey, it’s okay. We are people with extremely high business intelligence and we won’t argue with fools! Come back quickly and treat us to a big meal and your worries will be gone!

You Ye: It’s time for Tangtang to send out a warning picture for leaving the group...

Cheng Qin: Come on, there are only three of us in the group. If she leaves the group, the plastic group will be disbanded!

You Ye: Why is Tang not moving?



Sheng Tang clenched the empty cold paper cup into a ball and threw it into the trash can nearby. He saw the right opportunity to push the finished wooden carving forward, and casually passed a fan to fan himself to cool down.

After a while, a large area of ​​light in front of my eyes was blocked.

"The Feitian carved on your wood board is quite unique. Everyone else's carvings are pretty much the same. Did you carve it?" A nice voice.

Sheng Tang didn't move, he kept fanning his hands, and his "demon" eyes looked up slightly.

The man who spoke was the man wearing a flowered hat. The most eye-catching thing was a pair of dark purple brocade embroidered gold thread bottas on the waistband of his trousers. He was not from an ethnic minority, and his loving eyes could easily make a little girl fall in love with him at a glance. Bota

In Xinjiang, they are always worn with long sash. As a layman, he has a different style by mixing and matching.

"They are all handmade." She closed the fan in her hand and pointed at the pile of semi-finished products next to her, "You can inspect the goods while we are in progress."

"Okay, little girl, I was so good at carving this thing that I accidentally broke it." When the man in the flower hat smiled, his eyebrows were crooked, and he was actually very charming.

The wood carvings in Dunhuang are all carved by craftsmen with a carving knife. It is a time-consuming and energy-consuming job. The strength of the fingers and wrists must be perfectly matched to complete the carvings in one go. Otherwise, the mark will be destroyed if the knife is crooked, and the entire painting will be ruined.

It's useless, this is the so-called split painting.

Sheng Tang thought to himself, what an expert. Before he could speak, the rusty man standing next to him sneered, his attitude was not very polite.

Sensitively, he noticed that his eyes glanced at her fingers through his sunglasses.

Sheng Tang calmly responded to his sneer and said, "Look, just look at it."

The Rusty Man didn't say anything. He turned his eyes elsewhere, then took off his sunglasses and hung them on his chest.

His true face was revealed, his facial features were quite profound, but he couldn't stand the slovenly beard on his face. At best, he was free and uninhibited. At worst, he looked like he had just emerged from a grotto, and his whole body was covered in gray.

Two sentences came to Sheng Tang's mind. One was, the hair is thick enough, and the second was, would it look better if he shaved off his beard?

"Cell phone." He said.

Well, my voice is really magnetic, and I have the qualifications to be a voice actor.

Seeing that she didn't respond for a long time, he repeated, "Mobile phone."

Sheng Tang shook the hair out of his sight, reacted, and took a closer look. His phone was clearly under the handsome guy's nose, "Mobile phones are not for sale."

"It's blocking my view of the rubbings."

It turns out... Shengtang lazily stood up, took the mobile phone that was pressed on the rubbing and put it in his trouser pocket.

Dunhuang rubbings are mostly ink rubbings, and the content is mostly related to Buddhist caves and stone steles. They were more popular in the early years. Nowadays, under the protection of cultural relics, rubbings are prohibited on many stone steles, so there are gradually fewer people selling rubbings.

The stall did not focus on rubbings, so there were only a few. One of them was studied by the man for a long time. Sheng Tang looked at it and thought, "This is an old rubbing. Look at the lines on it. The rubbings are very good."
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