The next day, without exception, it was sunny again.

When Jiang Zhi got up, his throat felt like smoke. After drinking most of the tank of water, his throat still hurt. It wasn't even seven o'clock, and the sun was already shining brightly outside the window.

He cursed "Damn it". For him who likes to stay in cold areas, the climate here is the biggest test.

Dunhuang has more than 3,246 hours of sunshine throughout the year and an evaporation of 2,486 millimeters. If it were not for a rare heavy rain this year, the average precipitation would be only 39.9 millimeters. In summer, it can be hot to over 40 degrees Celsius, and in winter, it can be as cold as minus 20 degrees Celsius.

the following.

The dry, northwest city surrounded by the Gobi desert is the key to the ancient Silk Road, and has legendary status spanning thousands of years until today.

While washing, Jiang Zhi stood in front of the mirror and looked at it for a long time. Then he took a razor and ran it from the tip of his slightly long hair to the root. The strands of hair fell along the blade. A person has a fine personality, and so does his hair.

The hair pattern is a bit self-curled when it is slightly long, but it is straight and swaggering when it is short.

He applied shaving water and lathered his face all over. He used to use a traditional razor and shaved it off with one stroke. The top of the razor was covered with foam and beard, and the bottom of the razor was a strong jawline.

I took a shower with the remaining foam and stubble on my chin, and when I came out again, the face in the mirror was handsome and refreshing, with sharp eyes, hiding a little coldness and unruliness.

When they were leaving, the two young girls at the front desk looked at Jiang Zhi's back and whispered, "Are you a guest of our hotel? Why don't you have any impression at all? He's so handsome."

Xiao Ye arrived at the hotel lobby early in the morning and mixed a cup of tea. I don't know if he was deceived by his beauty or because the service in the hotel was very warm. In short, when he saw Jiang Zhi, who was dressed freshly, there was still a hint of excitement under his tongue after sipping the tea.

sweet.

"It makes you feel more comfortable." Xiao Ye stood up and smiled, gesturing up and down at him, "Okay, respect your teacher and pay attention to your appearance. It's a good start."

Jiang Zhi didn't appreciate it and poured a basin of cold water on the heated situation, "It's because of the heat."

**

Everyone has a Dunhuang in their hearts, a tiny city surrounded by the Gobi Desert.

Remote and magnificent, it has existed in the vast Gobi desert for thousands of years, amid the sound of the harp, the sung operas, and the flying sky.

Jiang Zhi and Xiao Ye were nestled in a small van, and the car was driving very fast. The city of Dunhuang is not large, and soon the endless desert was in front of them. The wheels crushed the sand on the ground and hit the car body and glass.

It makes a loud noise. It's the best car to drive on this kind of road. It has solid leather.

The driver’s surname is Bao. He has been driving for the Dunhuang Academy for more than 20 years. He is cheerful and talkative all day long. He is a native of the northwest and has a tanned face. Bao has been working with the Academy for a long time.

Master, he kept talking about grotto art or grotto protection, and he had the attitude of an academic scholar. Xiao was also easy-going and could chat with anyone, and the two of them talked enthusiastically.

As we chatted, we talked about the heavy rain.

"Some grottoes have been built with hard work for more than ten years, and they were irrigated as soon as they were told. They were mixed with soil, sand and turf. The old master was so angry that he stomped his feet." When Master Bao said this, he clicked his tongue twice, and then added another sound.

He sighed with regret, "It would be very difficult for you restorers and engineering teams. You just came back, Mr. Xiao. I don't know, your master has never been home recently either in the grotto or the research institute. Oh, by the way.

,Is Xinjiang interesting? Isn’t the scenery more beautiful than our Northwest?”

In the past two years, Xiao Ye has been supporting the restoration of murals in Xinjiang, and the most he has done is "thinking about his faults". As for the beautiful mountains, rivers and scenery of Xinjiang, he has no time to appreciate it. After thinking about it, he cleared his throat and said, "Well...

…The girls in Xinjiang are beautiful.”

"I've also heard that the girl over there is so pretty..."

"Faith" by Jeff Chang was playing in the car speaker. Perhaps because the speaker was old, the music played was mixed with the sound of sizzling electricity from time to time.

Jiang Zhi did not participate in the conversation. He sat in the middle of the back row, with his long legs folded and stretched forward casually. He had headphones hanging around his neck, but he was not listening to music. He kept looking out the window at the Gobi Desert, which was dazzling by the sun.

The grit can feel hot even under a layer of glass.

He hadn't heard much of the song on the speaker, but he could vaguely make out some of the lyrics: I love you so clearly and with such strong faith...

Some people say that Dunhuang is also a kind of faith, a miracle that has passed through thousands of years, a power beyond the imagination of time, mysterious and vast, desolate and magnificent.

Faith?

Jiang Zhi thought that maybe to him, this was just Dunhuang.

Master Bao chattered and glanced at Jiang Zhi in the rearview mirror, he laughed, "This teacher doesn't like to talk much. Is this your first time in Dunhuang? Are you not used to it? It's too hot in this season.

.”

Xiao Ye was somewhat aware of Jiang Zhi's lukewarm temperament and spoke for him, "I didn't think anything of a place like the Great Northwest when I first arrived, but over time I fell in love with it, just like me -"

"Been here." Jiang Zhi said in a very light tone, never looking away from the car window.

Xiao Ye was attracted by his heroic spirit, and his curiosity was turned on, "Have you been to Dunhuang before? When? I never heard Master say that."

Jiang Zhi looked at him as if he was just talking about nothing, and Xiao Ye saw that he couldn't dig out the clues, with a look of regret on his face. Master Bao glanced at the situation in the back seat through the rearview mirror, and thought to himself: I can show off to Master Xiao.

, I guess he is a more powerful teacher...

With his ears clear, Jiang Zhi looked out the car window at the earthy "landscape", but what came into his mind was another face of Dunhuang.

The first time I came here felt like a lifetime ago. It was the beginning of April, and there was still a temperature difference between morning and evening. I heard that April in Jiangnan is like a river of smoke and water shining brightly, while April in Dunhuang is like a sunset with yellow sand.

The sand and dust make the sky and the ground dark. No matter how many businesses and households close their doors and seal their windows, they will still be covered with yellow sand when they touch their hands.

When the wind blows over your ears, you will be beaten raw by the sand. There are very few people on the street. Those who have to go out wear hats and scarves. The eyes hidden behind the goggles can't wait to narrow into a slit.

That year, he traveled all the way from Yangguan, Yumenguan, the ruins of the Great Wall of Han Dynasty to Yadan Devil City, and the entire western route of Dunhuang even went straight to Lop Nur. In the almost life-threatening Gobi Desert, the only thing that accompanied him was the sky full of yellow sand. They say spring breeze.

Without crossing Yumen Pass, the ancient Silk Road that entered the North Road of the Western Regions would have seen endless desolation in his eyes.

Xiao Ye came over again and asked him in a low voice, "When you come to Dunhuang, you will definitely not take over an ordinary grotto, right?"

Jiang Zhi pulled back the memories scattered in the yellow sand, and counterattacked his army without haste, "Every grotto in Dunhuang is extraordinary."
Chapter completed!