After I Died, I Was So Popular Again

After Liang Mingshan was inexplicably worn to the modern age, he also fantasized about whether Liang Luoduan would also encounter the crossing.

After all, he and Liang Luoduan died in an assassination in Dunhuang at the same time.

He and Liang Luoduan have grown up together since they were young, and they consider themselves to be the people who know each other best in the world.

Therefore, when Liang Mingshan saw Zhong Chen's first glance, he had a vague feeling of excitement in his heart.

He looked at the other side's expression carefully, and he had a better chance of winning.

But he didn't show it on his face for the time being, pretending to be okay, and continued to professionally check in the guests.

During the period, the boss also yelled to take photos with Zhong Chen and Qi Linqing.

"Identity card." Liang Mingshan stretched out his hand.

Qi Linqing pulled out the card from his bag and handed it over.

Liang Mingshan stared at the computer for a while, and then handed him the room card and ID card.

The group of them booked a room for each person. The middle-aged leader noticed this detail and hurriedly went forward to discuss:

"Brother, is it convenient to take a step to talk?"

"Me?" Qi Linqing pointed to himself.

The middle-aged leader nodded. He also has eyesight to see, looking at the way the young man among the group speaks best.

The leader pulled Qi Linqing aside and said that they were an archaeological team sent by the state. Later, he would invite two local guides to ask him pleadingly if he could let the two houses out. They are willing to double the room price.

After seeing this, Gan Yishan and Ye Runan said, "We can sleep in one room!"

The middle-aged leader rubbed his hands and said with embarrassment: "That's still one room..."

The remaining Tangula was a little nervous.

Qi Linqing glanced at him, turned his head and said, "I will discuss it with my friends."

The leader is busy: "Well, well, take your time to think about it."

Finally, it was decided that Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen would sleep in one room, and Tanggula would sleep in a separate room.

They are the same roommates in the studio, and they are not bad for these few nights.

...

They checked into the room with their luggage, and Qi Linqing noticed that Zhong Chen was a little absent-minded.

He thought that Zhong Chen was tired from the journey, and just wanted to call the other party to rest.

Zhong Chen: "I'm going downstairs and strolling around."

Qi Linqing looked at him and asked, "Do you want me to accompany you?"

Zhong Chen shook his head, "No need."

He unscrewed the doorknob and walked all the way downstairs to make sure that no one was following.

At the entrance of the camp, the twilight is in harmony.

It was very dark in the evening in the desert.

From a distance, Zhong Chen saw Liang Mingshan squatting over the charcoal fire of the barbecue grill.

He strode over.

Liang Mingshan raised his head and subconsciously said: "Sir, the wind is strong outside and the temperature is high, why don't you go first and rest..."

"Mingshan, is that you?" Zhong Chen asked in a dumb voice.

Suddenly, a gust of hot wind blew over, turning up the charcoal sparks.

Astonishment flashed in Liang Mingshan's eyes, the grill in his hand fell in response.

The two found a secluded corner and talked about each other's experiences during this time.

They tacitly did not talk about the cause of death. Although it was an encounter with an assassin, after thousands of years, time and space have reversed, and there is no need for further exploration.

"What?! Mr. Fu Yi also passed through?" Liang Mingshan was stunned.

Zhong Chen nodded and said, "Well, he is the young man you saw next to me just now."

"Then your current relationship..." Liang Mingshan said carefully.

He knew that the other party had been obsessed with Mr. Fu.

Zhong Chen: "He hasn't recognized me yet."

"Oh." Liang Mingshan breathed a sigh of relief immediately, patted his chest and said, "That's all right."

With Mr. Fu's serious and upright character, if he knew that Zhong Chen was his apprentice, the two would never have the opportunity to develop their emotions.

Liang Mingshan has no doubt that if there is a little spark, Mr. Fu will be stifled in the cradle in time.

Therefore, Zhong Chen's risky move by concealing his identity is very wonderful.

But suddenly remembering the past, Liang Mingshan felt a trace of sorrow.

Fu Yi traveled around during his lifetime and later came to Dunhuang, leaving behind several classic religious murals.

For this reason, Liang Luo came to Dunhuang to see Fu Yi's murals with his own eyes.

Unfortunately, because of an accident, they were brutally killed by assassins here.

Liang Mingshan felt he was dead and died.

However, it is a pity that Liang Luoduan passed away at a young age.

Zhong Chen fiddled with the grill twice, and sighed: "But I think it may be a long time before he resuscitates."

Liang Mingshan smiled: "Don't worry, I will help you."

Zhong Chen disagrees: "It's useless. He is just a piece of wood. No, steel bars."

...

The candlelight dinner in the camp desert is very rich and romantic.

The team of archaeologists also sat here to eat. The two local guides they had invited were also among them, looking at their early thirties with a dark complexion.

Tanggula glanced at them, then turned to Gan Yishan and said, "I heard that the leader of the archaeological team has given the two rooms that we bought from us to these two guides. Don't you think something is wrong?"

Gan Yishan: "What's so weird about this? People guides come all the way and work hard. It should be better for them to live better."

Tangula: "I don't think that leader has such a kind heart."

Ye Runan: "Or... They are not just ordinary local guides?"

The three looked at each other.

Liang Mingshan deliberately arranged the positions of Zhong Chen and Qi Linqing at a separate, slightly distant table.

Sitting here, they happened to be able to see the shining Milky Way all over the sky together.

Qi Linqing sat down with a picture album.

Zhong Chen took a second look, thinking he was going to sketch by the way.

Qi Linqing opened the lid of the meal, slightly surprised.

"There are steaks here."

Zhong Chen shrugged and said, "Frozen synthetic meat is very cheap."

Qi Linqing looked at him for a long while and said, "You know so much."

Zhong Chen was embarrassed to say that Liang Mingshan told him this, lowered his head and poked the steak on the plate in a covert manner.

Because of this, he didn't see Qi Linqing's expression at the moment, and he was a little nervous.

Like a tough steel guy in the delivery room hurriedly around.

People have things they are not good at. Especially in terms of emotions, Qi Linqing had to admit that he knew nothing.

He can paint famous paintings that are admired by the world, but he has not awakened his mind for a long time.

As two lives, Qi Linqing felt that it was indeed time to think about life-long events.

He should have realized that Zhong Chen is a special existence to himself.

And this particularity is not only limited to friends.

Qi Linqing coughed and said, "I have something to tell you."

"Huh?" Zhong Chen was so bored that he almost smashed the meat on the plate.

Although the candlelight dinner in the desert looks romantic, it is not to be eaten.

At night, the wind is strong, the sand is flying, and the food is mixed with gravel.

Qi Linqing opened his mouth, hesitated for a while, and finally did not say anything.

He is not the one who can say such love words.

"This is for you." He got up and handed the picture album to the other party.

Zhong Chen was taken aback, and quickly reached out and opened it.

Looking at it, he suddenly covered his mouth with a complicated expression.

The protagonist in this thick album is all he.

There are scenes where he is eating, some are sleeping, and some are in a daze.

There are sketches, ink paintings, oil paintings, gouache paintings...

Like a poet who is good at weaving love words, the once-famous painting saint in front of him placed his emotions on these paintings.

Zhong Chen's heart was pounding, and he couldn't wait to grab the other's collar and ask.

But he was afraid of scaring Qi Linqing and finally held back.

Take it easy.

This kind of moment can't be rushed.

Zhong Chen's lips moved: "What do you mean?"

Qi Linqing's gaze was erratic, "It's what you think."

Snapped.

At this moment, Zhong Chen felt that his heartbeat seemed to have stopped.

Zhong Chen had no idea that Qi Linqing would take the initiative to confess to him one day. He has even been prepared to chase after the opponent for a long, long time, even for a lifetime.

He couldn't hold back anymore, and directly got up and grabbed Qi Linqing's neckline and kissed it.

They were kissing in the desert, among the stars.

The album that had been placed on the table fell to the ground and sank into the sand.

Everyone around was stunned when they saw it.

Liang Mingshan almost jumped up, craned his neck and looked curiously.

This progress is too fast, right?

Tanggula shuffled forward and picked up the fallen picture album.

He turned to look, his eyes darkened instantly.

Gan Yishan and Ye Runan hurried forward, their expressions also became stunned when they saw this album.

"Maybe this is the artist's romance." Ye Runan joked.

The boss wiped tears: "Hurting the young people now, reminds me of when I was back... it was so passionate."

What happened after Qi Linqing and Zhong Chen returned to the room that night is unknown to everyone.

Tanggula asked the boss for a few bottles of beer and went back to the house to buy drunk alone.

On the second day, they followed the itinerary to visit the interior of the Dunhuang Desert.

"I heard that there are many ancient Dunhuang murals in this desert that have not yet been excavated. These are treasures of Chinese art." Liang Mingshan would also act as a tour guide to earn some quick money in his spare time, plus the known gossip is a good point. "This time the archaeologists living in our camp are here for a newly discovered mural site."

"That's no wonder." Gan Yishan was stunned.

Logically speaking, archaeologists would not go deep into the desert to live in such a remote place.

Liang Mingshan glanced at Qi Linqing meaningfully and continued:

"Listen to them, I am very fond of the excavation of the site, because the author of the mural is very likely to paint Saint Fu Yi..."

As soon as the name Fu Yi came out, it immediately attracted the attention of Gan Yishan and Tanggula.

Ye Runan might not understand, but the two of them who studied traditional Chinese painting knew very well the great name of this giant.

"Fu Yi?!"

"My God." Tanggula took a deep breath, "If the authenticity of the site is confirmed, this archaeological discovery will be published, and it will be enough to cause shock in the historians."

Gan Yishan: "Wait, isn't Fu Yi from Dongting? Why did he come to Dunhuang?"

Liang Mingshan: "Maybe entrusted by others. The wild history does not record that Fu Yi traveled around before his death, and called his murals a must."

Ming Shan still clearly remembers the shock in his heart when he and Liang Luoduan came to Dunhuang in the previous life and witnessed Fu Yi's murals.

That can no longer be described as a gem.

It is simply the most magnificent treasure of human art.

"Then we might be able to see another authentic piece of Fu Yi in the future." Gan Yishan suddenly yearned for it.

She also secretly glanced at Qi Linqing.

This master of my own seems to be a descendant of Fu Yi.

Qi Linqing still has some impressions about this matter.

In his last life, he did take over a job of mural painting in Dunhuang because of his embarrassment.