Rebirth of the Painted Soul

When Bradley heard the gunshots, his expression froze, but he was not panicked.Liang Hanqing was stunned, and hurriedly turned her head to look back.

There were three cars in the back, two of which had punctured tires and were lying on the side of the road, and one was in a shootout with a Land Rover following closely behind.

The guns spat out "bang bang bang" as if they didn't want money. Of course, Liang Hanqing had never seen a real gunfight, so today was an eye-opener.

Bradley took out his mobile phone, dialed a number in a calm manner, and told the driver to speed up to get rid of the last Land Rover.

This was a very thrilling and critical moment, but Liang Hanqing was not worried about his safety at all, because he suddenly had an inexplicable sense of trust in the Brian family, which was a strange feeling.

Bradley played with the seat belt in his hand, turned the phone to speaker, and the call was connected, and it was Adonis.

"Bradley, what's the matter? What's the matter?" Adonis asked from the other end.

Bradley changed his posture and replied leisurely: "We encountered a shootout on the way back to Bryan Manor, and now the driver is trying to get rid of the 'thin-skinned mobile shooting fort'."

Liang Hanqing didn't make a sound, and listened to their conversation quietly. Adonis on the other end seemed to be telling his subordinates something, and his voice was vague and unclear. After explaining, his voice became clear again. Said: "Ah Qing is next to you, is he afraid? Give him the phone, I have something to tell him."

Bradley frowned, and handed the phone to Liang Hanqing indifferently. Liang Hanqing first pressed the speaker off button, so as not to make too much noise and hurt his ears. He said, "Brother, I'm here, don't be afraid .”

Adonis replied: "Just don't be afraid. I want to tell you a piece of news. Listen carefully. The painting "Blessing to Heaven" has been stolen, and I'm here right now."

Liang Hanqing was taken aback suddenly, and asked, "How could the Uffizi Museum let the paintings be stolen?? Their security is excellent!"

Adonis said: "The security of the Uffizi Art Museum is indeed famous, but it is not enough to cooperate with the inside and outside. There are supporters here and helpers there. The painting has been stolen, and the surveillance system has no clue about that video. Record."

Liang Hanqing was stunned for a while. He thought of Crystal's endless love, and the love letter that made him cry. Now, his painting for his lover has been stolen. Liang Hanqing felt a little angry, which was hard to explain and came out of nowhere.

After listening to the silence on the other end of the phone, Adonis smiled lightly, and then said: "Although this painting was stolen, I know who hired someone to take it away, so don't worry, at least the painting is stolen." There is still no problem with safety." Speaking of this, he paused for a while and said: "You have to be careful with that Field in San Phil, don't have too much contact with him, remember."

"In addition, I may not be able to go back recently. You have to take care of yourself, and I will accompany you next time you are on vacation."

Liang Hanqing replied "Yes" without asking further questions.

He said again: "Brother, what else do you want?"

Adonis replied: "It's nothing else, you can give Bradley the phone, I have something to say to him."

Liang Hanqing returned the phone again.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Liang Hanqing looked at the Land Rover following the car, which was still engaged in a shootout with the last and only remaining car in the convoy.

Listening to the "bang bang" gunshots, Liang Hanqing stared blankly at the black gun protruding from the car behind.

Suddenly, the glass opposite him seemed to be hit by something, and there was a loud "bang", which made Liang Hanqing turn her head to look in a hurry.

"Don't be afraid, little uncle. The bulletproof level of this car is much higher than that of the cars behind. We are about to enter the territory of the Bryan family. If they have brains, they will never break in."

Liang Hanqing looked out again, and the car escorting behind him had already been scrapped, but the black Land Rover was still following them arrogantly.

Suddenly, the driver stepped on the accelerator, and the speed of the car doubled again. Not to be outdone, the black Land Rover rushed up.

The bullets hit the thick wall of the car like hailstones. The typical thunder is loud and the rain is light. The car has not yet found a hole penetrated by the bullet.

They walked for a while, and suddenly, the black Land Rover stopped, stopped moving forward, turned around and ran away.

Liang Hanqing was puzzled, and turned her head to look forward, only to find that they had entered the territory of Bryan Manor, and a group of people armed with live ammunition and driving bulletproof vehicles were blocking the door.

Liang Hanqing finally understood why the black Land Rover ran away, because now he wanted to run too, but these were indeed his own people.

After calming down her heartbeat a little, Liang Hanqing swallowed.

The car drove into the manor slowly, and the convoys along the road were lined up neatly. Liang Hanqing kept clicking his tongue as he watched.

Following her brother's suggestion, Liang Hanqing went to eat first, and then returned to her bedroom.

Throwing herself suddenly into the soft quilt, Liang Hanqing felt that her hands were trembling, and she held them lightly, but they still kept shaking.

Exhaling a breath, Liang Hanqing finally came to his senses. He didn't feel anything during the shootout just now. Now that he was staying on the bed, he was really afraid for a while.

The neat quilt was messed up by him, Liang Hanqing simply rolled up himself into something like a silkworm baby, he felt that the only way to make him feel at ease.

Lying on the bed, looking out the window, Liang Hanqing suddenly thought, what would happen if she really died?

Many people will be sad for him, probably he won't be ignored like in his previous life.

Turning around, Liang Hanqing looked at the ceiling, and he found that he could think about some irrelevant things more and more recently, which were obviously inexplicable things, but he had been thinking about them for a long time.

Why is this.

When she wanted to turn around again, Liang Hanqing saw the computer on the desk.

The computer he had only touched once.

He was alone in the bedroom. He stared at the computer quietly for a while, then slowly got up, turned it on, turned it on.

I haven't been back for more than half a month, and the desk and computer are still as clean as new, presumably someone cleans them every day.

Liang Hanqing turned on the phone, and instead of rushing to QQ, she went to the mailbox first.

After entering the password, after a while, a large unread email flooded him like a wave.

Most of the emails were signed by one person, and a small part belonged to other people.

Liang Hanqing knew that most of those emails were sent by Qi Hengzhi.

Click on the emails he replied, almost every day, there are more or less, but there will always be a sentence "I miss you" at the end

Seeing this sentence, Liang Hanqing's heart seemed to be hit by something, soft and sour, happy but slightly bitter, unable to tell the specific feeling, just fell into this sentence for an instant.

Feeling unacceptable, going deeper.

He suddenly remembered that sentence many years ago. It was the most impressive sentence in a book he had read. It didn't know where it started but went deep. Isn't that kind of love like this? !

Liang Hanqing stared at the display screen and stared blankly for a while. He had finished browsing the email, but he didn't want to close the mailbox.

The tranquility of the room made the hustle and bustle of summer outside the window even more apparent.

Liang Hanqing held the mouse, a thin layer of sweat broke out from his palms, he stood up abruptly, and walked to the small table beside which the phone was placed.

Qi Hengzhi's email contains his contact information, as long as he presses a few buttons now, he can hear that long-lost voice.

By coincidence, Liang Hanqing picked up the microphone, and continued to broadcast the string of numbers that had been in her heart and searched for a long time as if she was in a daze.

"Hello?" The clear voice was familiar yet unfamiliar.

"..." Liang Hanqing only breathed shallowly, he didn't make a sound, he silently listened to the man's breathing, during the call across the ocean, their breathing intertwined and entwined each other.

"Hello? Who is it?" The clear voice became a little impatient.

"..." Liang Hanqing still didn't speak, and breathed out lightly.

"Hey, if you don't talk again, I'll hang up."

"..." Liang Hanqing remained silent, but the corners of his lips were already extremely curved, and a small piece of white teeth was exposed.

"Du-doo--" A clear busy tone came from the other end of the phone, and the phone was hung up. Liang Hanqing laughed like a child who succeeded in pranking.

Standing on the spot and giggling for a while, Liang Hanqing put the receiver back. Even though she was hung up, she felt inexplicably much better.

Just when he was about to leave the phone, the phone rang.

Liang Hanqing paused, trying to see what the number was displayed, but found that this phone did not have that function.

The moment he picked up the phone, Liang Hanqing suddenly understood. He held the receiver and didn't speak.

There was a gasp coming from the other end of the phone, like gasping with excitement.

"Hey, Ah Qing, is that you?" The voice of the young man on the other end trembled slightly, full of caution, as if his illusion would be punctured if he was not careful.

"..." Liang Hanqing still didn't speak. He leaned against the wall and looked out the window at Xia Yifeng.

"I know it's you. I really didn't mean to hang up on you just now. You didn't say anything. I thought that person had nothing to do to make phone calls. Don't mind me. I felt something was wrong after I hung up. I saw your number and realized it was from a foreign country..." The young man swallowed hard, as if trying to suppress his heartbeat, "I know it's you...I know you're on vacation today...Ah Qing...I miss you gone."

"Well, I know." A simple sentence was spit out from Liang Hanqing's mouth. His face was calm, but his eyes were full of smiles.

"I...I...miss you." The young man stammered for a long time, and the words remained in his mouth.

"Well, I know." Liang Hanqing repeated with a smile on his lips.

"How are you... over there?"

"Very good, I have a brother." Liang Hanqing blinked and said.

"..." Like a thousand words, they crawled to the throat at this moment, and the young man at the other end of the line didn't know what to say.

"I'm in the plain stage of sketching now... I want to ask, how did you spend it?" Liang Hanqing tried her best to turn the topic to painting.

After hearing this sentence, Qi Hengzhi was silent for a long time before he opened his mouth and said: "Our painters are always rhythmic like music, especially sketching, which pays attention to rhythm."