Rebirth of the Painted Soul

Holding the Bible in his hand, the pastor covered in sunlight stood in front of him with his eyes closed, that painting, he saw that painting.

Photos can't really compare with the real thing.

Approaching slowly as if possessed, someone wanted to hold him back, but Adonis who was standing aside stopped him, watching Liang Hanqing slowly walk over.

Vivid brushstrokes and strong emotions are like sunshine on the paper, and the pastor's quiet eyebrows are clearly discernible.

Liang Hanqing has been sucked in by that strong emotion, so turbulent, roaring like the sea.Let viewers indulge in it, unable to extricate themselves.

Exactly how strong is the emotion that makes the painter's emotion dissolve in the paint, attach to the brush, and finally stay in a thin canvas.

What Liang Hanqing originally looked at was the shrunken picture taken by Yan Mingzheng, which was not as fascinating as the real one.

Raising his hand, Liang Hanqing unconsciously wanted to touch the painting, touching the various marks made by the paint on the canvas.

When the fingertips were less than one centimeter away from the painting, a pair of hands stretched out slowly and firmly, blocking Liang Hanqing's hand. Liang Hanqing regained consciousness and looked up at the owner of the hand.

His gray hair was scattered on his head in a mess, and his peaceful eyes were covered by gold-rimmed glasses. The strong reflections created a sharp aura. His body was well-proportioned, and his height was medium for foreigners, about 1.8 meters.Liang Hanqing recognized him. He had seen photos of the gray-haired man concentrating on painting in countless newspapers and albums. He was Adonis' teacher and someone Liang Hanqing admired - Allen Adams.

After Liang Hanqing's hand was blocked, Adams' light gray eyes glanced at him lightly. Through the glasses, Liang Hanqing didn't even see his own reflection. He lowered his head and stretched out his hand. Liang Hanqing introduced himself calmly: " Hello, I'm Liang Hanqing, Chinese, you can call me Boyce or Liang."

Adams reached out and shook Liang Hanqing's slender hands, and replied indifferently, "Hello, Boyce."

I thought Adams would call him Liang.Liang Hanqing sighed in disappointment, but no one noticed.

"Nice, this is your old friend's child, have you found it?" Adams walked straight towards Adonis after greeting Liang Hanqing.

"Well. It's him. I'll show him this painting." Adonis nodded at Adams and said.

"Does he know about that?" Adams glanced at Liang Hanqing and asked.

Adonis shook his head and said, "He doesn't know yet. At first I wanted him to see the painting, but now that the painting has been seen, I don't know how to explain it to him." Liang Hanqing in place.

Liang Hanqing looked at the two tall people in front of him speaking in a language he didn't understand, and looked this way from time to time.Frowning, Liang Hanqing decided to speed up his study. It was very uncomfortable for him to be spoken but he could not understand.

"You can't say it?! Do you want me to ask you to explain?" Adams turned his eyes back to Adonis again, and said helplessly.

"Well, there's no need for the teacher, let me tell it myself...can it work now?" Adonis said with a smile.

Adams nodded, looked at the people around who were already working, and said, "It's fine now, I'll take the others out, and you explain to him." After finishing speaking, he called the others out loudly.

After Adams went out last and closed the door, Liang Hanqing didn't know what happened.

"Nice, what's the matter, why did they all go out?" Liang Hanqing asked suspiciously.

Adonis sighed softly, walked past Liang Hanqing to the huge oil painting that had been framed and restored, and said, "I just want to explain to you what happened back then."

After Liang Hanqing heard this, she bit her pink lips with her white teeth, and clenched her slender fingers into fists.Is he finally going to know, is this secret that has puzzled him for many years finally about to be unraveled?

After a long time, Liang Hanqing stepped down on his shoulders, and said with a little ease: "Then you say it."

Adonis took a deep look at Liang Hanqing, without hesitation, pursed his mouth lightly, and began to say: "This painting is actually hidden here by your mother."

Before Liang Hanqing closed his surprised mouth, Adonis touched the maroon wooden frame on which the picture was mounted, and moved slowly along the wood grain.

"The author of this painting is called Crystal Horbek (Crystal Holbeck), an Italian in the fifteenth century. He was the young master of the Holbeck family, but he gave up the family manor because of painting and was expelled from Horbek. At that time, he. In the following five years, he visited famous teachers everywhere, and many famous painters were moved by his heart of loving art. When Crystal was 28 years old, he independently created This painting took three years to complete. It was his best work and his first complete painting full of his personal emotions. He died not long after the painting was finished.

"The pastor in the painting is a pastor who took him in after he was kicked out of the house. His name can no longer be verified, but through this painting, everyone can see what Crystal has for this pastor. emotion."

Liang Hanqing fixed her eyes on the painting, and instantly understood that such a strong and turbulent emotion is love!

"The pastor didn't know that Crystal loved him until his death."

"However, the pastor found this painting when he was packing up Crystal's belongings, and saw the letter that Crystal left next to the painting. It was a love letter that had not yet been sent."

"The pastor was very moved. He was grateful that there was such a person in the world who loved him so much. He hid Crystal's painting in the basement of his church, and left his last words to let every one of his descendants take good care of him. Protect the painting."

Adonis walked slowly to Liang Hanqing who was listening carefully to his narration, bent down, and said, "Your mother is the last person who collected and protected this painting for the pastor." After a pause, he continued, "Although she is not the pastor's Descendants."

"It's amazing. This painting has not been lost after more than six centuries. In fact, there were no descendants of the pastor in the eighteenth century, but he was bought by a collector after the death of the last descendant. After reading it, and knowing the story behind the painting, I also warned future generations to protect this painting.”

"Now, this painting, which has spanned more than six centuries, is right in front of you." Move your body away a little, and the painting under the light is like a dream, as if it would shatter when you touch it.

"That is to say, the last collector of this painting is my mother?" Liang Hanqing was stunned for a long time before slowly asking.

Adonis nodded, walked around, found a chair and sat down, and knocked on the one next to him, signaling Liang Hanqing to sit down, he said, "But the story doesn't end here."

Liang Hanqing sat down as she said, and asked, "Is there a follow-up?"

Adonis picked up the pencil on the table and turned it around. He said, "It is rumored that this painting has a secret."

Liang Hanqing frowned and asked, "What secret?"

Adonis wrote, put his arms on the chair, stared into Liang Hanqing's eyes, and said: "It has a code like the rumors of the Mona Lisa, but the code of the Mona Lisa is a rumor, and this painting ciphers, that really exist, and there is evidence to support it.”