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It was not the first time that the pillows around him were empty. Since he was five years old, Qin Zhou often lived alone at home. His parents almost disappeared from his life. For four years, he was used to staying alone in an empty room, but this was the first time he felt so uncomfortable.

He rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find a bottle of melatonin, took out two pills, ate them, and lay down on the bed, still playing movies uncontrollably in his mind.

The young Bai Zhiwang went to the International Hotel and waited in line for half an hour to buy him butterfly crisps. He was afraid that it would not be crispy when it was cold, so he wrapped it in his coat to smell the sweetness of his arms; the adult Bai Zhiwang kissed his Adam's apple and bit his chin, In the early morning, he wrung his hands back, waking up the things that raised his head in the morning...

I've been thinking about this all night, how can I fall asleep.Qin Zhou tossed and turned in frustration, wishing to punch himself unconscious.

He always wakes up from this sleep, and every time he opens his eyes, he still thinks he is in a dream, as if when he wakes up from the dream, a living person will pop out of him and smile at him, saying "Good morning, my boat".

Half asleep and half awake, Qin Zhou swore that he would be forgotten before sunrise.

When the alarm clock rang, Qin Zhou kept ringing in his ears. He struggled to turn off his cell phone. After washing, he sat in front of the mirror and saw his horrible dark circles.My hair is also a bit long, and I will have to cut it when the weather clears, but now I can only tie it loosely behind my head with a rubber band.

He also has a lot of procedures for bottles and cans that young people love to use. In the past, he took Bai Zhiwang together, saying something like "one can obey the old but not blindly old", and every day he would look at Mr. Bai's handsome face. Treat it like a guinea pig.It's a pity that it's useless to fiddle with it today, and I can't save it even with an iron if I don't sleep all night.

Qin Zhou went to work with a tired look on his face. As soon as he arrived at the unit, several people came over and made fun of him: "Oh, the battle was so fierce last night?"

These are all new technical apprentices from the Academy of Fine Arts, learning traditional crafts from old restorers.

Qin Zhou raised his chin towards them, "Have you learned how to turn your back, where is your master?"

The young men fled quickly, saying as they ran, "He's gone back to the museum, those paintings are not easy to touch."

Being lazy and stealing tricks, Qin Zhou was angry and funny, and shouted from a distance: "Then copy a few more pictures, don't make your hands shake all over the place."[1]

They all said in one voice, "I copied it yesterday morning."

Qin Zhou is already irritable enough if he hasn't slept all night, and this will make him even more headache: "Then go clean up."

The group of young people finally went back to the house properly, and they muttered while taking the broom: "Did Mr. Qin take the wrong medicine? Usually sweeping the floor is like killing him. What's going on today..."

It's true that Qin Zhou doesn't get dust on his fingers, and it's true that he is covered in thunder because of the breakup, but this does not prevent him from using a knife and a pen to convince others.

He has minored in Dunhuang studies as an undergraduate, and studied cultural relics restoration with a master's degree. Now he mostly undertakes art research and cultural relic revitalization projects. He has handled at least a hundred silk paintings and murals. That's how he has the right to speak.

In the beginning, many people didn’t accept him, thinking that he was a well-clothed young master—every summer vacation, he went to Hawaii, Tahiti or other islands for diving, and during the winter vacation, he went to a winter camp with a neighbor from the Stanford Primary School. From Sinan’s old villa to No. [-] on the Bund, there are his family’s properties—this kind of person does not rely on his family and enjoys the blessings, and he goes to the Academy of Fine Arts to nest, which sounds like a fantasy.

Everyone guessed that the cold bench in the cultural protection team was just a springboard for him. As a result, Qin Zhou really took it easy in this small team, and he couldn't tell that he was the owner of the rich family.

Qin Zhou was filling out the scientific research project fund application in the morning. He was busy until 12:30, and finally had time to go to the campus cafeteria to have a meal.

The Academy of Fine Arts usually gets off work at [-] o'clock and starts work on time at [-] o'clock. There is no rest time. He usually takes advantage of this to read literature.Just as he was concentrating on it, there was an extra email in his mailbox. Qin Zhou opened it, and it seemed to be a feedback survey from a family consultation room.

Qin Zhou has had quite a few emotional frictions with Bai Zhiwang this year, and he also thought about resolving it, so he made many appointments for psychological counseling to try to mediate.It's a pity that the time of the two of them is always staggered, and the quarrel ended with the exhaustion of energy, so the matter was let go.

Today they arranged a new matchmaker for Qin Zhou, Qin Zhou smiled wryly, it's too late now.Out of curiosity, Qin Zhou searched the person's WeChat, and found that the big picture of the avatar was a potted plant, and he had seen it somewhere in the background.

Look at the WeChat name again, Bright.

... can be said to be unrecognizable.

Qin Zhou felt that it was boring. After quitting WeChat, he did not keep guarding the declaration form, and went to the next room to make up the back paper[2].

The painting in his hand was severely worn, the silk surface was broken in several places, and the calligraphy and painting team barely restored part of its original appearance after nearly a week of repairs.

Doing this job requires full concentration. No matter how many small movies Qin Zhou wants to play in his mind, he must turn on the light whenever he sits at the workbench—he is here, and he is [-]% Teacher Qin.

While mending the silk face, someone suddenly broke into the door.The visitor knocked on the table in a hurry, and shouted at Qin Zhou: "Why is there no answer?"

Qin Zhou remained silent, his hands as steady as a bell, and he raised his head after sticking the last one, and looked outside the door curiously.

"A meeting!" The person who came knew that he was working, so he was not annoyed by being left alone for so long, "Wait for 10 minutes, are you ready?"

"Okay, okay, now." Qin Zhou moved his stiff neck twice, and asked someone to help the painting on the wall, "What's the hurry?"

The person who came said: "It seems that there is a shortage of people for the Dunhuang special project, and we need help."

"Dunhuang?" Qin Zhou rang the alarm, "How can you find us?"

"I don't know, it's normal for people to be temporarily transferred due to lack of manpower."

Qin Zhou had a bad feeling.Dunhuang is so big, no matter what project it is, it is inevitable to meet with Bai Zhiwang. How embarrassing would it be if we really ran into each other?

As soon as he entered the meeting room, the leader had already arrived.Opposite the conference table is a middle-aged man wearing glasses, the director of the center, everyone used to call him Professor Song directly.

"Sorry, I was just mending the silk noodles, so I wasted time." Qin Zhou and Professor Song are old acquaintances, and he taught many skills when they entered the institute.

Professor Song understood: "It's okay, come and sit."

After thanking Qin Zhou, he cut to the chase and said, "I heard that Dunhuang wants to transfer people from us?"

The opposite side handed Qin Zhou a stack of materials: "Yes, the research institute is working on the project of digital restoration of murals. I hope we can cooperate."

The concept of digital restoration was proposed as early as the millennium. Because the traditional restoration process is boring and arduous, no matter how experienced the engineering team is, it will take decades to face the wall.This process is too long for murals that are often corroded by powdering, mildew, etc., and manual restoration itself is accompanied by the risk of wearing out cultural relics.

In order to prolong the life of the treasure house of civilization, many new technologies have been introduced into the field of cultural relics protection, and Bai Zhiwang's main direction of attack is one of them.He has been researching digital preservation and image intelligent restoration technology in the scientific research institute, and he became the lead team leader logically. [3]

Of course, this method can only shorten the printing time. The relaxation of lines and color textures requires the experience of art researchers and professional restorers. There is still a profound cultural history behind the restoration.

After coming and going, the work just happened to fall back to Qin Zhou and his gang.

Professor Song said with a smile: "In our hospital, there are no one who has both aesthetic restoration experience and social science background. You should clean up these days and report quickly."

Qin Zhou listened to the configuration of this topic, and thought to himself, wouldn't he definitely meet someone?

He hurriedly waved his hand: "Don't, I've been leading the team for many years, give the rookies a chance."

Professor Song showed dissatisfaction, "Apart from that girl from Fudan University, where are there any newcomers in your group?" The old director laughed at himself, "What's her name? Meng..."

"Meng Xuan." Qin Zhou reminded.

Professor Song slapped his head, "Yes! I've read her thesis, my soul. Take her with you, many helpers."

"..." Qin Zhou was dejected, "No, I really can't go."

"Why?" Professor Song didn't understand, it was obviously a win-win situation, why did Qin Zhou dawdle so much today.

Qin Zhou couldn't say that a mature social animal would not bring personal reasons to the conference table and refuse work arrangements on this ground, so he chose to muddle through: "It's not suitable for me to go."

"The scientific research institute wants you by name, and your experience and major are perfectly matched. What's not suitable?" The professor became more and more sullen, "Do you know how many valuable materials you can get in touch with and how many research gaps you can fill in after you go there? You have a lot of skills, do you still dare to choose?"

When it comes to this point, Qin Zhou has to answer if he doesn't answer: "OK, OK, go, why are you so angry?"

Only then did the leader let him go, and began to share the specific information of the project with kindness.

Qin Zhou scratched the back of his head irritably, randomly flipped through the documents twice, threw them on the table, and immediately saw the face of the man far to the west.

"I'm sorry, Teacher Bai..." After the meeting, Qin Zhou walked out with a cigarette case in his mouth, muttering something, his face wrinkled into a small bitter gourd, "I tried, but I really can't hide."

The author says:

Teacher Bai: Really?I do not believe.

[1][2] Picking-washing-repairing-uncovering-full color is a relatively common restoration technique for calligraphy and painting

[3] There are references here and in the professional part of the following text

Documentaries: "Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes - A Panorama of Beauty", "Dunhuang", "National Treasure", etc.

Research materials: "Digital Protection and Restoration of Ancient Dunhuang Murals", "Underestimated Dunhuang Digital Restoration" and Tsinghua University Dunhuang Cultural Heritage Digital Preservation Project, etc.