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I would like to go and take a look. Xu Boyuan took half a step forward, then turned back to instruct, "Please do not disturb them"

This is indeed not a good time for conversation; as they walked side by side out of the venue, Xu Bo Yuan simply said: "Just come to stroll around."

"Pouting?" Tang Sicheng chuckled, propping up his chin with his hand, and slowly said, "Who am I pouting at?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and Xu Boyuan's voice still sounded very calm: "It's nothing. I just feel that we have a great affinity for each other."

I hope this call... did not come as too abrupt compared to my previous requests. Before hanging up, Xu Boyuan added one last thing, speaking in a very sincere tone, "You know, I mean no harm; I just want to be friends with you"

Si Chen thought for a moment: "Sure, if there is an opportunity. But I haven't been at school lately"

In the end, I still got up. Fei Yi, while yawning and getting dressed, asked: "Have you changed your routine? Weren't you the one who loved staying up late and sleeping in the most?"

Just as it was about to end, the phone rang. The number was unfamiliar, but the voice was very familiar, and the words "Mr. Xu" slipped out.

The original opening time of the museum was 9:00 AM daily. Due to a surge in visitor numbers, it had to be moved up to 8:30 AM, and the closing time was also extended by half an hour. Even so, there are people who arrive more than two hours early each morning to queue for entry. During peak periods, the line can wrap around the square several times. As for group reservations, they are also continuous.

This young man effortlessly possesses a power that inspires trust in others

The little boy in front of me undoubtedly belongs to the category of "free-spirited" competitors

"If you don't mind, I would prefer to hear an explanation from a professional." Xu Bo unreservedly expressed his request, the smile at the corner of his lips was evident, "Miss Tang, are you available?"

The little boy lowered his head again to look at his ... . ... He pouted slightly, feeling somewhat self-conscious.

Xu Boyuan's palm was somewhat rough, and he firmly gripped Tang Sicheng's wrist, steadily pulling her up. ... Then ... . ... He looked at his palm with a hint of amusement—his hand was covered in paint. Meanwhile, Tang Sicheng stared at her own palm in astonishment, unable to utter a word.

In fact, the murals and sculptures in this series of replica niches were all created by renowned masters. After decades of meticulous replication by the Dunhuang Research Academy, they themselves are remarkable cultural relics. She paused, "As is well known, the colors and lines of the Dunhuang murals have been deteriorating and disappearing due to various uncontrollable factors. Even with today's technological protection, all we can do is delay this deterioration by several decades. If one day, this treasure of human civilization truly disappears, then all we will have left are these murals replicated by future generations and the related audio-visual materials. So, do you understand why photography is not allowed?"

The Dunhuang Art Exhibition will be held next week in Wendaoshi. Mr. Qian Zhihuan, a renowned expert in Dunhuang studies both domestically and internationally and the mentor of Tang Sicheng, has also invested considerable effort as a specially invited consultant for the exhibition. Therefore, going to the museum every day to discuss the exhibition arrangements with the staff has become the most important task for Tang Sicheng during this period

The half-height glass railing reflects half of a figure; due to the bent posture, only the straight black trousers are visible

The statue from the early Tang Dynasty stands silently, with the Buddha's left hand extended upward, forming the gesture of granting wishes. His gaze is gently uplifted, the robe drapes low, and his demeanor is serene. The sunlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows softly blankets the deep red carpet, stirring up dust that dances in the quiet, tranquil atmosphere.

Good... looking at the crowd behind him, Si Chen couldn't help but ask, "Are you here..."

Tang Sicheng glanced at the new touch-screen interpreter in his hand, smiled awkwardly, and complimented, "No wonder, it is very easy to use"

Xu Boyuan's gaze seemed to rest on one of the figures for a long time before he smiled and turned his gaze away: "This is a good approach"

"Little friend, you have drawn very well," said the older sister, who had been squatting beside her, somewhat exaggeratedly. "Look, look, your drawing is different from everyone else's."

The term Dunhuang is as ubiquitous in this city as the Olympic Games or the World Expo. The staff, in addition to operating at full capacity, also genuinely feel a sense of satisfaction.

And that sister, living up to everyone's expectations, began to earnestly praise this little friend who had a great "artistic talent," regardless of whether he could understand it or not, saying things like, "This is what abstract art is all about," and, "The lines are also very good." In short, she wanted him to recognize that these were positive remarks

Of course not. Mr. Xu, I have been preparing a large Dunhuang exhibition at the museum recently. If you are interested, you are welcome to come and take a look

Arriving only a few minutes later, Xu Bo, who was surrounded by the crowd at another side entrance of this exhibition area, suddenly paused, gazing with great interest at the exceptionally pristine sculpture exhibition area, slightly raising his eyebrows

Cave 248, from the Northern Wei period. It features a central tower column style, facing west. The stone blue color of the Buddha's robe edges contrasts sharply with the overall red. This cave is representative of the early caves of the Mogao Caves

Stepping on the crisp, golden leaves of the phoenix tree, Tang Sicheng walked towards the museum in Wendaoshi

Fei Yi was momentarily speechless, yet he could not articulate the reason behind it. After washing his face in silence, he said: "I am going to have breakfast, are you coming?"

Tang Sicen quietly placed her hand behind her and steadied herself: "Mr. Xu, what are you doing here?"

However, within the sculpture exhibition area, there is a sense of childlike innocence, which has finally led to a subtle improvement in Tang Sicheng's mood

Tang Sicen held the receiver and took a few steps towards the elevator, then suddenly stopped: "Why?"

The young volunteer guide, in a moment of urgency, began to stammer while speaking. Thinking Chen glanced over a few times and had no choice but to step forward to explain to the aggressive visitors.

Xu Boyuan had not yet had the chance to respond to her when the staff behind him, having keenly noticed the small commotion, approached and said: "Mr. Xu, would you like to take care of this?"

The empty street was still draped in a faint layer of mist, resembling a young girl yet to draw down her veil, subtly revealing the city that had not yet shown its fierce and predatory side. While waiting for the red light, Tang Sicheng thoughtfully gazed at the somberly styled gray-blue building, shrugged her shoulders, and realized that the chill of autumn had gradually seeped into the whispers of this city

Today, the final cave's electronic tour guide recording will be checked. While listening, Shicen takes notes to facilitate comparison

Si Chen could not help but click his tongue; if this is the scene during a casual stroll, what would it be like when things get serious

"It is I, Si Chen." That person casually omitted Tang's surname, adhering to the agreement made last night, and did not refer to her as "Miss Tang"

"Is it really that good over there?" Fei Yi paused in his action of washing his face and said, "Sichen, tell me the truth, don't be angry."

Si Chen couldn't help but smile and quietly walked in

In fact, haven't you noticed?" Xu Boyuan said gently, "The guide and reservation machines for this grand exhibition are all sponsored by DAB.

The little boy glanced around; on the left, his classmate had drawn what looked like a bamboo pole draped in a robe; on the right, what was clearly a well-proportioned, gracefully contoured statue had been compressed into a depiction of Maitreya.

"I am used to it." Tang Sicheng tied her hair into a ponytail, glanced at the time, and said, "You can sleep a little longer, it's still early."

However, what they painted still somewhat resembles ... ... a human form

Perhaps it is truly just a coincidence

The popularity of this grand exhibition in Wendaoshi has exceeded everyone's expectations

The little boy opened his round eyes, gazing with anticipation at the unfamiliar older sister

Amidst the astonished gazes of more than ten people behind him, Xu Bo stepped into the exhibition hall without hesitation and stood behind a little boy

When in Dunhuang, there is no other option; the morning is the best time for light, and one must enter the caves quite early. " Si Chen took a sip of water, while checking the materials, and said, " Moreover, it gets light there quite early as well.

In a moment of haste, as she turned around, she met those calm and serene eyes like the sea. Tang Sicheng instinctively leaned back slightly, and due to having squatted for too long, her legs, which had become somewhat numb, suddenly felt a twinge of pain, causing her body to lose balance.

After this phone call, Tang Sicheng did not receive any news from Xu Boyuan. In fact, she had almost forgotten that she had such a friend, as the Dunhuang Art Exhibition opened as scheduled after the intense and meticulous preparations.

The next day is Monday. When Fei Yi was still in a daze, he heard the sound of getting up and fumbled for his watch to take a look: "Why are you getting up so early?"

Alright, it's settled.

Watching that person leave in a huff, Sicheng quietly gestured to the volunteer, then made his way through the crowd towards the statue exhibition area

Due to the significance of Dunhuang art, this exhibition includes murals, sculptures, sutras, and even cave niches. The entire exhibition area on the first floor of the Wendaoshi Museum has meticulously replicated twelve highly representative exquisite caves after several months of preparation, and is open to visitors

There will always be individuals who place themselves first. This is not something that brings joy to others

The staff member who accompanied Xu Boyuan paused for a moment and explained to him: "Mr. Xu, there is a special arrangement for the children this morning to have a sketching session..."

It is quite inappropriate, as a visitor is complaining discontentedly: "Why can the replica caves only be viewed with a flashlight? And why is photography not allowed?"

The child next to me shouted somewhat dejectedly: "Sister, you knocked over my oil paints"

The statue is surrounded by a railing, and a group of small children, probably around five or six years old, are sitting on the ground, holding paper and pencils, engaged in their drawing assignments. Scattered across the ground are various colorful small backpacks and crayons, each child focused on their work, diligently coloring and drawing. The teacher leading the group moves among them, occasionally bending down to guide the children in their drawing.

If one were to only look at the pile of dark lines and the combination of ellipses on the white paper, probably no one would guess that... he is drawing a statue of a Buddha...

Tang Sicen believed his words, which were utterly unreasonable, and thought that if he were to completely reject hetushucom.com, it would appear rather ungenerous

Xu Boyuan merely smiled and brushed past the topic: "Are you at school? Let's have a meal together when you have time"

At this moment, they were facing a rather intricate statue of Buddha, which sparked the children's imagination in an extraordinary way. This was reflected in their "works," where some children replaced the high bun of the statue with a flower, while others shortened the brocade skirt worn by the Bodhisattva. In short, the creations were colorful and exuded a charming innocence.

Shall we go to the mural museum first

The heartbeat was slightly irregular, and although she felt disoriented, she... seemed to sense who was standing behind her

My foot is fine, thank you for your concern said Sicheng proactively, and also thank you for taking me to the hospital

This man is very adept at retreating by advancing, and Tang Sicheng had no room to refuse, only able to ask: "Are you very interested in Dunhuang art?"

A soft laugh came from behind her, the warm breath seeming to be right next to her ear. After comforting the child, Tang Sicheng couldn't help but be taken aback and slightly raised her gaze.

"Let's go together." Sichen stood up, tidied up a bit, and said, "I am going to the museum"

Xu Boyuan turned to look at Tang Sicheng and asked, "Shall we go together?"

After tidying up slightly, Tang Sicheng was somewhat surprised to find that Xu Boyuan had not left. The staff were still waiting outside, and they were in the narrow corridor outside the restroom, just the two of them.

When I walked out of the gates of Hainan University, it was still early, not even the time for the salaried workers to start their day

During the daily routine check at the top of the hour, Tang Sicheng entered the exhibition room, where the instruments were still testing various indices of the cultural relics, including the damage caused by carbon dioxide and humidity brought in by visitors to the murals

Just as she fell to the ground, a pair of hands reached out. Sicheng looked up and hesitantly raised her hand. Xu Boyuan smiled and grasped her hand.

When there are many people, what lies between each other is no longer just the friendship formed through several encounters... More importantly, it is perhaps the sense of distance brought about by each other's status. This "you" finally made Xu Bo, who had always been in a relaxed state, gently furrow his brow.