Rebirth of the Painted Soul

Seeing Liang Hanqing's free and easy smile, Qi Hengzhi felt a little relieved, and also felt a little helpless.He was slightly taken aback, and immediately understood, turning his head and walking without any trace.He didn't ask how the match was going, because Qi Hengzhi had already guessed it, and the result was definitely not good.

The two walked in silence, but they both knew it well.

Qi Hengzhi was much taller than Liang Hanqing, and when he lowered his head, he could see Liang Hanqing's calm and unruffled face, and felt a little uncomfortable that he didn't come suddenly.

He knew how much preparation Liang Hanqing had made before this competition, how much effort he had put in, and how much time he had sacrificed, but sometimes fate may not be in the hands of hardworking people, it will occasionally make a mistake and run into the hands of others.Qi Hengzhi still remembers that one of his cousins ​​said something to him when he was very young, which left a deep impression on him, "If you slap fate hard, fate will wait for the opportunity in the dark. He didn't give up until he punched you back.His cousin used to study painting very hard, but then he gave up for some reason. He still remembers the deep ridicule and helplessness on his cousin's face when he said this.

In fact, he was particularly unwilling for Liang Hanqing, and he really admired Liang Hanqing for being able to walk on this road unswervingly. Although he also went on, it was because of his own proud talent. An enviable family background.Liang Hanqing's talent is completely reflected in color. The talent in sketching is not as good as water, and his development is a bit uneven. He can unswervingly draw sketches that he is not good at without getting bored. The spirit praised by the people.

Drawing, it's not easy.It doesn't just move his fingers and draw whatever he wants, he needs brains and talent.It is composed only of lines and colors, but a small painting contains countless truths.Perspective, optical illusions, color control, dexterity, and, of course, the most indispensable effort.

Someone learned sketching for a period of time and said everywhere that I can draw, how well I draw, how I draw here, boasting everywhere, but he doesn’t know it, it’s just a little fur, and it doesn’t even have a lining touch,

Some people have been painting for more than ten years, and when they are admitted to university, they transfer to some design departments with relatively easy employment, thus leaving behind all the things accumulated in the past ten years. Qi Hengzhi feels that this Humanoid people are really pitiful, they are forced to compromise with this world.

As for Liang Hanqing, she has been working hard all the time, has never been lazy, has played haha, there are only a few sketches, and sometimes even Qi Hengzhi will sloppyly drop a few sketches when he can't draw, and count the number of sketches. .Liang Hanqing is different, every one of his paintings, whether good or bad, no matter what he likes, he paints with his heart, he doesn't mind painting until midnight, he doesn't mind not being able to eat, and he doesn't mind painting things that he doesn't like to paint and is not good at. Even when painting the human body that he hates the most, he will even show a kind of momentum that does not hit the south wall and does not look back, and he will never put down the drawing board until he has studied how to draw here.

He admired Liang Hanqing's strengths from the bottom of his heart, but now that he has survived the tiring, hard, and torturous training before, why can such a good person only stop at the preliminary round? !

Qi Hengzhi looked at the clouds floating in the sky, pretended to speak casually, and said, "You are amazing, really." It seemed to be comforting Liang Hanqing.

Liang Hanqing raised his head and looked at Qi Hengzhi. He was shorter than Qi Hengzhi. Qi Hengzhi was still looking up at the red-dyed clouds in the sky, so he could only see the sharp curve of Qi Hengzhi's chin. , but he was a little mild and contradictory when he spoke.

"I know. You are also great, come on." Liang Hanqing's mouth curled up, and a gentle smile slowly stained the corners of his eyes. He said, "Don't be too complacent. Our results haven't come out yet. If I can continue Go on, then our bet will continue."

Qi Hengzhi lowered his head and stared at the star-like eyes of the person beside him. Seeing that Liang Hanqing really didn't care that much, he smiled and said, "Okay. Then I'll wait."

The buzzing vibration interrupted the comfortable atmosphere between the two, Qi Hengzhi picked it up, and it was Yan Mingzheng who was calling.

Liang Hanqing looked curiously at Qi Hengzhi's expressionless handsome face, and guessed what Yan Mingzheng said on the other end of the phone.

Qi Hengzhi hung up the phone and was about to stuff it into his pocket when he suddenly saw Liang Hanqing's curious eyes. He paused for a while to close the phone, then took it out again, handed it to Liang Hanqing, and said, "I haven't given it to Gao Shi for a long time. Let’s make a call, here, I’ll borrow you, just call me.”

Liang Hanqing was a little surprised, because he was a little busy these days, he didn't go to the phone booth to call Gao Shi. When did Qi Hengzhi become so careful, and he realized that he wanted Gao Shi.

Looking at Qi Hengzhi's slender fingers holding the phone, and seeing the man's nonchalant expression, Liang Hanqing unceremoniously scooped up the phone, dialed a number he was already familiar with, and called.

The phone beeped a few times, and then there was a soft ring, and Gao Shi's cold voice came to his ears: "Hello, Qi Hengzhi? What do you want from me?"

Liang Hanqing smiled and said, "Teacher, it's not Qi Hengzhi, it's me, Ah Qing."

Liang Hanqing first reported to Gao Shi the formation of the past few days, and talked about how he was doing in the painting. After Gao Shi explained a few words, he hung up the phone. Before hanging up, Liang Hanqing asked Gao Shi to help him say hello to Yang Kai.

With a relaxed smile on his lips, Liang Hanqing returned the phone to Qi Hengzhi, and suddenly thought of something, so he asked, "What did Mr. Yan call you just now?"

Liang Hanqing put away her mobile phone, and upon hearing Liang Hanqing's question, a somewhat weird smile froze on her face, and he said, "Let's go, I'll take you to a good place."

The good place Qi Hengzhi took Liang Hanqing to was actually an Internet cafe, because Yan Mingzheng went to Italy to visit the oil painting that was just unearthed and was famous for the art festival, and took pictures of many details that newspaper reporters didn't pay attention to.Yan Mingzheng asked Qi Hengzhi to take Liang Hanqing to the Internet cafe, because they sent them to the mailbox to receive photos, because although the original painting was printed in major newspapers, it was much worse than those photos found by high-list anti-machines. Let Qi Hengzhi and Liang Hanqing see this painting, so Yan Mingzheng came up with this idea.

Liang Hanqing has been to Internet cafes, but he only came once or twice in his previous life, because Ye Hang didn't like the smell of countless brands of cigarettes in Internet cafes, and more importantly, Liang Hanqing had nothing to do when he went to Internet cafes, because he only had painting as his hobby , so people are a little rigid in front of a group of ordinary people.

Qi Hengzhi swaggered into the hall, without any awareness that they were minors, and went straight to the counter, Liang Hanqing also walked in without any restraint, although he didn't go there rarely in his previous life, but at least he has lived two lifetimes now I'm no longer a person, so I still have some composure.

The current Internet cafe is not as smoky as it was later. The people who come here are more fashionable young people. Liang Hanqing walked through the lobby and arrived at the counter. Qi Hengzhi had already paid for the number and was quite proud to see Liang Hanqing approaching. He shook the two small notes in his hand, then went to the lobby and started to choose a machine.

Picking a relatively hidden location, Qi Hengzhi couldn't wait to open his own mailbox, looked at the attachment that Yan Mingzheng sent them, and then clicked open it with the mouse.