Yanduyuan

I was swept to the Tang Dynasty by a sandstorm and became the "god" worshiped by the people of Shazhou. They called me Lord Linyuan and begged me to stop the war in the east. But when the sound of horse hooves from the An-Shi Rebellion crushed everything, I realized that God could not save the troubled times. The believers dispersed, leaving only one person behind. The sacrificial girl named Yan Zhaoying grabbed my hand in the beacon fire, with a stubbornness in her eyes that I didn't understand: "You are not a god. But you can save Dunhuang." She told me a legend: If you find the sleeping "big spirit", you can save the Mogao Grottoes from the war. We headed west with half a volume of fragments of the map. My modern cultural relic knife and her Tang Dynasty silver sachet guide the way in the desert. The blade cuts through not only the sandstorm, but also the mists of history. We found the "Great Spirit" and each other - on the night when the ceremony was completed and the cave returned to peace, we made a lifelong promise. On the eve of my wedding, I returned to modern times When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on the bed after the college entrance examination. There is a scar on the palm, like a knife mark. They all said that I was crazy because I wanted to guard the Mogao Grottoes for a dream. Only the girl "An Hongxiu" who transferred to another school looked at me like an old friend who had been missing for a thousand years. She said she could only stay with me for five years. I don't understand. Until the fifth year, she turned into flying sand before my eyes, leaving only a silver sachet from the Tang Dynasty. At the bottom of the sachet, there are two small words engraved on it - "Photography". At that moment I understood. I put my grandfather's knife against my heart and said to the void: Give me your time, or take my life. Dunhuang's wind and sand have been ringing for thousands of years. This time, it wants to swallow a lunatic who dares to change his life for his lover.