Jing'an Temple, a thousand-year-old temple, is undergoing a large-scale restoration. During the construction, a layer of faded ancient gold paint unexpectedly appeared on the beams and columns. The writing was blurred, but it seemed to contain a thousand-year-old oath.
At the same time, Su Jianyue, a young painter in the city, fell into the same dream every night: a dark ancient temple. She painted gold, one stroke at a time on the huge wooden beams, piously and solemnly. Every time I wake up from a dream, there are fine and real gold powder left on my fingertips, which lingers.
As the archaeological clearance deepened, the inscriptions on the beams and pillars were gradually revealed. The cold professor Gu Qingrang was shocked to find that the handwriting that spanned thousands of years was exactly the same as what the woman had drawn in her dream and written in her pen.
A wisp of gold powder, an old trace, and a past deliberately buried by time tightly entwined two souls separated by time and space. The repair continues, the oaths are awakening, the bonds of the past and present life are being lifted bit by bit, and every gentle touch is rewriting the fate that has been destined for a long time.
Purpose: Through the story of the connection between the golden traces of the ancient temple and the dream, we write about the fateful bond that spans time and space, pay tribute to the guardians of cultural relics, and convey the belief of perseverance and redemption.