Rebirth of the Painted Soul

"The collector who got the painting from the pastor's descendants also got the love letter. The love letter was written by Crystal a long time ago, but he never dared to send it. The last paragraph of the letter is different from The previous one was obviously added two or three years after the letter was written, and it was verified that it was indeed Crystal's handwriting, but it was added when he was about to die." Adonis looked at the blue eyes Liang Hanqing, finished speaking.

Liang Hanqing licked her lips, already attracted by this story. Seeing Adonis stop, she hurriedly asked, "What did he write?"

Adonis blinked and said innocently: "The letter has been lost."

Liang Hanqing was helpless, and said: "Then what are you trying to tell me? Then tell me why my mother hid the painting here? She never mentioned that painting in front of me."

Adonis smiled and said: "Don't worry, although the letter was lost, but someone wrote it down, the collector copied the letter on another piece of paper, and that piece of paper is actually It was also burned in the flames of war, but the descendants of the collector have recited the letter."

"I'll recite the last paragraph for you here, listen to me." Seeing Liang Hanqing staring at him, Adonis smiled.

"If one day,

I didn't stand outside the church looking at you,

Then surely I have met your greatest Allah,

Until then,

You should bless me well,

Happy heaven.

I put my last things,

All remained in our Garden of Eden,

I hope,

After many years,

there will be witnesses,

my love. "

This poem-like text slowly flowed out of Adonis' mouth, and the familiar melody hit Liang Hanqing's eardrums.When Adonis read this text, he sang it.

Suddenly his eyes widened, and something came out of the corner of Liang Hanqing's mind.

In the warm afternoon, he stayed in a soft embrace, with a soft female voice humming a beautiful melody in a foreign language that he could not understand.

"You have to bless me well,

Happy heaven.

……

After many years,

there will be witnesses,

my love"

He is very familiar with this melody, it is the music that accompanied him throughout his childhood, soft and soothing, like the whisper of the wind.

Liang Hanqing stared at Adonis stiffly, her lips turned pale and trembled slightly.

"Zhang, she knows that letter. She used to be the only person in the world who could sing this song."

"But now that she has passed away, there are two people who know this song."

"One is me, the other is you." Facing Liang Hanqing's unbelievable gaze, Adonis said slowly, "When Zhang fled to Europe, she was my painting teacher at my house. She taught me this." .”

Liang Hanqing's eyes straightened, and he asked, "What's going on, back then..."

"Do you know the Field family?" Adonis interrupted Liang Hanqing's question.

Liang Hanqing shook her head.

Adonis continued: "The Field family is one of the best big families in Europe today. They saw a photo of this painting many years ago, and bought news from the black market, and learned that there is a secret behind the painting. The chapter is this painting The collectors who bear the brunt of being caught by them want to ask what the password of the painting is.

Zhang said she didn't know, but she really didn't know, after all, her parents only left this piece of music, and she didn't know anything else.

Those in the Field family believe the painting has a map of the Holbeck family's treasure location, where centuries of the family's fortune has been hidden.

Zhang didn't say anything, they wanted to destroy the painting to see if there was something in the paint, but Zhang was just caught and didn't hand over the painting.Zhang luckily escaped later, and she hid the painting in the cellar of this house, which was originally her property, but she sold it later.After she hid her painting, she fled to China, found an acquaintance, got an identity, got married, and then there was you. "

Having said this, Adonis stopped, looked at the silent and pale Liang Hanqing, and continued: "The Field family finally found Zhang, and used various forces to frame your father for embezzling the company's public funds, but in fact, There was no corruption..."

This time it was Adonis' turn to be interrupted. Liang Hanqing stared blankly at one place, as if talking to himself, and said, "There is indeed something hidden about what happened back then... Then, where is my father? Only my mother escaped." To Italy?"

Adonis shook his head and said: "She was the only one who fled to Italy back then. I also asked her where your father was, and she said that he was killed. He was killed on the way to escape. She often rejoices I didn’t take you to escape, or you might die too.”

Liang Hanqing was a little confused when Adonis explained this.

Is this the mystery that has puzzled him for two lifetimes until now?

Did he not deserve all the hatred and grievances towards his parents...

Should he also be thankful that his mother didn't take him away back then?

No, if he goes back to those years, he will definitely ask Zhang Xiaomin to take him with him, because he really doesn't want to get the truth from an outsider through the misunderstanding many years later. If possible, he wants to go with his parents in person Experience, not like now, listening to others tell a story like listening to it.

Liang Hanqing leaned back on the back of the chair, covered her eyes tiredly, and asked, "What should I do now?"

Adonis stretched out his hand, and his slender arm could easily hold Liang Hanqing's right hand resting on the table, and said softly: "You don't have to do anything now, Zhang's wish is to let you be a carefree wanderer in the art world." The child of the world, instead of being a resentful and unhappy person, I hope you can think about it. Although you have nothing, you still have yourself, you still have hands and eyes, and you can still draw. No ?"

Adonis' hand was warm and strong, attached to the back of his hand, as if to give him strength and comfort.

He can still draw, can't he?

Now painting is no longer just a dream, it has gradually become the spiritual support for his survival.

He can skip meals, but he can't skip painting.

That's something that melts into the body like breathing.

"Also." Adonis broke Liang Hanqing's thoughts, and continued: "You have to be careful, don't let others know that you are Zhang's son. The Field family is still staring at this painting. I have always wanted to steal it, but the teacher and the others have put in careful measures, so there is no danger during this period. Just be afraid, they will come to you. I hope they don’t know that you have come to Italy, but this is Very unlikely."

Adonis showed a helpless expression on his face, and said: "Because the Field family's sphere of influence is too wide, I'm afraid they will know it when you enter the country. The only thing that can be guaranteed now is that you should be as careful as possible. Do your best to keep yourself safe."

Liang Hanqing nodded casually, as if she had listened or not.

Adonis shook his head, opened the door and went out, and then, the staff who had been out for a while also came in, continuing the finishing work that had not been completed.

Liang Hanqing shook her head and walked out of the cellar.

The passage in the cellar is not as bright as the inside, except for the cellar, which is a dark house with no one on it.

Liang Hanqing went through the living room and walked out of the blue house. Up to now, the sky has been dyed red, the crimson sunset glow floats in the sky, and the color of the sky has also turned into a deep blue, with a hint of transition to black.

The strong smell of grass blows in the face, a bonfire has been set up in front of several tents in the camp outside the cordon, and there is also the smell of food. It is almost time for dinner.

His eyes moved from the boundless wilderness on the other side of the road, just in time to see Adonis sitting on the grass and talking to Adams.

Liang Hanqing thought for a while, but instead of walking over, she sat on the grass not far from the camp, resting her chin and looking towards the sky.

I closed my eyes, and the wind in my ears seemed to turn into a gentle female voice, singing slowly: "If one day, I didn't stand outside the church and look at you, then I must have met your greatest Allah, At that time, you have to bless me well, happy heaven. I left my last things in our Garden of Eden, and I hope that after many years, someone will witness my love."

Mother, you already expected that you would not be able to escape, so you sang this song to me.

Humming the melody softly, Liang Hanqing said silently in her heart, I wish you happiness in heaven.

The boundless wilderness rolled up bursts of wind that diffused the fragrance of green grass, blowing a large swath of green, and a drop of crystal tear dried in the corner of the eye.