Rebirth of the Painted Soul

"What's the matter?" A mellow and magnetic voice sounded behind the two of them, chewed by such a voice, the lingering French played its most gorgeous and charming side, Liang Hanqing believed that if this voice was used to utter words of love, Then I don't know how many women will be crazy about it.

Besides, Liang Hanqing frowned, and he seemed to have heard this voice before.Liang Hanqing turned her head to the side, wanting to see who was standing behind the quilt, but saw Nelson's pale face beside her.

Liang Hanqing was even more puzzled.

"Hello, little friend, we meet again." The man bent down and whispered in Liang Hanqing's ear, whispering softly.

Liang Hanqing turned his head suddenly, and when he saw the appearance of that man, he took a deep breath. He finally understood why Nelson's face turned pale in an instant, because the protagonist they just discussed - Barnett Field is bending over behind him.

Seeing Liang Hanqing turn his head, Barnett's tough facial lines softened slightly, and his thin lips curved out, sharp like a sword but gentle like the sea.

He raised his head and glanced at Nelson, who was still in a daze, and narrowed his eyes slightly where Liang Hanqing couldn't see, showing his aura to Nelson, like an adult lion declaring himself Territory that cannot be peeped at.

Nelson was already sweating profusely from that look, his mouth was trembling slightly, and he even felt that he couldn't move.

On the other hand, Liang Hanqing stared at Qingming's black eyes, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, we shouldn't talk about you behind your back, I'm just curious, I hope you don't mind." He didn't like that man calling him 'Children' But after all, they are talking about other people online, so Liang Hanqing didn't say anything.

After Barnett announced his territory, he turned his eyes back to the oriental boy with a clear face and star-like eyes, restrained the truth just now, shook his head, and said, "No, don't say sorry to me, I won't I care, after all others talking about me will increase my popularity." After finishing speaking, he blinked solemnly.

Liang Hanqing smiled, nodded, and said nothing more.

And Barnett took the empty seat behind them, leaned against the back of the chair, crossed his long legs, and said, "My name is Barnett, from the Field family. Nice to meet you." Barnett stretched out his hand , Elegant like a king.

Liang Hanqing's eyes flickered slightly. He understood that this man is not easy to mess with, and it is best not to get involved if he can not get involved. Moreover, this man's surname is still Field, but if he does not give him face, then one can imagine what his future will be like. miserable.

So Liang Hanqing quickly passed her hand over, took the man's broad and slender fingers, and said with a smile, "Hi, my name is Boyce, a Chinese."

Soon, the smile on Liang Hanqing's face couldn't hold back, because his hand was held by the other party for a long time.

After Barnett shook hands with Liang Hanqing, he didn't let go. Instead, he gently pulled the young man's slender, fair and delicate hand and looked at it carefully, as if he wanted to study the finest textures on it.

The hand feels warm and delicate, and there are thin calluses on several places on the fingers, which is caused by holding the pen for a long time. ,

In his opinion, the boy's hands are particularly small, like a woman's hand, but much more delicate than European women's hands, and much more beautiful than women's hands.

Barnett looked at the boy's stiff smile opposite him, as if he didn't see that Prajna let go of the hand he had been caressing for a long time.

Liang Hanqing withdrew her hand, a little embarrassed, not only what to say, but fortunately Barnett spoke, he stood up and said: "I am from the student union, if you have any questions, you can come to me, I often work in the S-3 studio , if I'm not there, you can find me at the clock tower, goodbye."

Liang Hanqing breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly waved her hand, and sent Barnett away.

Liang Hanqing sat back in her seat, her mind was a little confused, that was Field's family...

After a while, Liang Hanqing wanted to look at Nelson. Nelson was still there, the back of his T-shirt was wet, it was soaked in cold sweat, and his face was not very good, although it was no longer paper-like. Pale, but not much better.

Liang Hanqing patted Nelson's shoulder, thought for a long time, but didn't know how to comfort her, so she said, "It's okay, he said he didn't care, so don't think about it."

Nelson seemed to be awakened by the slap, his body trembled suddenly, he took a deep breath, and said with lingering fear, "Are you really all right?"

Liang Hanqing nodded.

Nelson instantly leaned back on the chair limply like a pumped balloon, his chest rose and fell faster than usual, and he was balancing his heartbeat.

The two did not speak again until the end of the ceremony.

Liang Hanqing was thinking about how to modify the painting, while Nelson was standing aside, staring at the relief on the dome, not knowing what he was thinking.

The two went back to the dormitory together, and Nelson was not as active as before, and was washing up with a tired face.

Liang Hanqing looked at it for a while and sighed. He really couldn't figure out what was so scary about Barnett. Although he was from the Field family, no matter how he did it at a school like St. Phil's, it wouldn't be too much. He really I don't understand why Nelson is so afraid of him.

If he knew what Nelson hadn't finished saying, Liang Hanqing would never be so calm now.

Nelson sat in the bedroom, he didn't turn on the light, the moonlight outside the window reflected his face, blurred and unreal.

He was holding a photo, facing the dim light, fondling it full of nostalgia.

It was a young girl, a typical French beauty. Although she was still a little young, she had a unique charm. The shooting angle was well chosen, but the background was in Saint-Fair.

Nelson sighed and closed the photo, looked at the light of the living room through the gap under the door, and murmured: "He has killed people..." It was as light as a feather, but it was especially audible in the silent night Clear, mysterious and eerie.

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Liang Hanqing moved a chair and turned the painter who was in the corner facing the wall to face him.

He has ready tools at hand.

The painting that Liang Hanqing was staring at had a different look in his eyes.

He closed his eyes, carefully recalling the original image of the painting in his mind, and opened his eyes from time to time to add a few strokes to the painting.

The yellow light shone on the boy's face, as if he was bathed in the morning sun, fragile and tough.

He corrected stroke by stroke, the color blurred on the tip of the brush, the viscous gouache was stirred by the brush to make a unique sound, the smell of the tip of his nose was the smell of gouache that he had smelled for many years, and the paintbrush in his hand was flexible and strong.

Liang Hanqing felt very comfortable, only paintings remained in his eyes, and only these colors remained in his world, as if his soul had left the ground, and Liang Hanqing was deeply infatuated with that indescribable and inexplicable feeling.

When the last stroke was finished, the skylight outside the window had broken through the darkness, Liang Hanqing finally got rid of the floating feeling, looked at his watch, and actually changed the painting all night.

Liang Hanqing scratched his head, and after losing his concentration, he felt very sleepy. He rubbed his sore eyes. Liang Hanqing stepped back a few steps and looked at his own painting.

For him, nothing is more important than painting, and it can make him feel that unique sense of existence and mastery.

In the painting, he is the god of the paintings, their god.

In a daze, Liang Hanqing remembered something, but because he was too sleepy, he moved to the side of the bed and jumped on it, but he didn't remember it.

He forgot that today was the first day the student met with the tutor.

Everyone says first impressions are important.