Rebirth of the Painted Soul

"I don't know if you have that feeling." Speaking of this, the voice on the other end of the phone paused for a while, and then said: "It's like being possessed, immersing yourself in the painting, one by one The lines are like musical notes, jumping rhythmically on the paper..."

Liang Hanqing listened quietly, and recalled carefully, he found that although he didn't have that wonderful feeling in sketching, he seemed to have it in color.

When painting, it is as if I am not myself anymore, and I am integrated with those colorful paints and soft brushes.

"I don't have that feeling in sketching, but I seem to have colors." Liang Hanqing waited for Qi Hengzhi to finish speaking, and replied.

Qi Hengzhi listened, thought for a while, and replied: "Then you can transfer this feeling to sketching."

Why is this still the case.

Liang Hanqing smiled wryly, and replied: "Someone has already told me this method, there is no way...it doesn't work."

Qi Hengzhi said again: "Then take a look at more famous paintings. There are indeed a lot of paintings in St. Phil's collection. Otherwise, go out for a walk, look more, and let yourself relax."

Liang Hanqing didn't speak, and it took a while before she replied "Yes"

Qi Hengzhi seemed a little at a loss over there, hesitated for a while, and then said: "Don't get too entangled, the more you think about it, the more difficult it will be to get through."

"Okay then, I'll hang up first." Liang Hanqing exhaled and replied.

Qi Hengzhi opened his mouth, but didn't say a word into the microphone.

Liang Hanqing said she wanted to hang up the phone, but she still didn't put down the phone after a minute or two.

"I..." In the silence, Qi Hengzhi's voice sounded first, but unexpectedly the phone hung up suddenly.

Liang Hanqing was a little startled when he heard the busy tone on the other end. He obviously had something to say, so why did he hang up the phone...

Frowning and putting down the microphone, Liang Hanqing sat on the balcony, staring at the swaying branches outside the window, in a daze.

What he didn't know was that Qi Hengzhi on the other end of the phone had already dropped his phone very badly.

Damn, the link is lost at a critical moment, and the phone bill is gone.

Lu Zu stared at the phone in his hand, Qi Hengzhi closed his eyes.

He wanted to say, I'll wait for you.

But before it could be exported, it was interrupted.

This can only be kept in my heart and told to myself.

I'm waiting for you.

"Ah Qing, can I come in." There was a knock on the door, and a familiar voice asked through the door.

"Brother, come in, the door is unlocked." Liang Hanqing turned to look at the door.

When Adonis opened the door and came in, he saw his younger brother lying on the back of the chair, with black hair hanging limply on his cheeks, and a lazy expression on his face.

Laughing softly, Adonis walked over and tousled his limp hair, and sat on a chair beside him.

Seeing Adonis leaning on the back of the chair with a tired face, Liang Hanqing said a little bit unbearably: "Brother, if you are tired, go to sleep."

Adonis closed his eyes, stretched out his hand and shook it, sat up straight, and when he opened his eyes again, there was no trace of fatigue left in the blue pupils.

"That painting was taken by that old man Field," he said.

Liang Hanqing blinked, but said nothing.

"It's almost impossible to come back." He continued, "Unless..."

Liang Hanqing asked, "Unless what?"

"Unless the treasure is found." Adonis said helplessly, leaning on the armrest of the chair.

Liang Hanqing lowered her eyes and sat up straight.

"I always feel sorry for Zhang. I thought that the old bastard who sent the painting to the Uffizi would have some scruples, but I didn't expect him to be as arrogant as ever."

"Brother, you really don't have to blame yourself. If the painting is gone, it will be gone... After all, there is still me." Liang Hanqing comforted.

"Hey, that's it for now. When I get the chance, I will definitely get the painting back." When Adonis said this, he was gnashing his teeth.

"Have you met Field?" Adonis asked, rubbing his eyebrows.

Liang Hanqing was startled, and said, "You mean Barnett Field, right?" Adonis nodded, and Liang Hanqing replied, "I have indeed seen him. He is from the Field family, I know that."

Adonis frowned, looked at Liang Hanqing and said a little bit: "The cub taught by that old fox Field is not a vegetarian, you have to be careful, and that cub Barnett often doesn't listen to that old fox, see you later Let him stay away, understand."

Liang Hanqing nodded, indicating that she understood.

"How's painting lately?" Adonis asked, loosening his tie.

Hearing this, Liang Hanqing became interested, and said: "Recently, the color has improved, but the sketch..." Staring at Adonis' slightly encouraging eyes, Liang Hanqing continued: "But the sketch, I have reached the plain stage, and I am stuck. I'm bothered."

After hearing this, Adonis laughed, and replied: "Actually, there is no shortcut in this plateau period. Don't think too much, just relax, have an epiphany, and it will pass."

Before Liang Hanqing could speak, he heard the sound of the mobile phone vibrating. Adonis frowned, took out his mobile phone and answered the call.

While looking at Adonis' solemn expression, Liang Hanqing wondered what made his brother's face change so quickly.

The phone call didn't take long, and hung up after a while.

After hanging up the phone, Adonis got up and wanted to leave, but Liang Hanqing grabbed his clothes and said, "Brother, what's the matter, is there anything urgent?"

Adonis tried his best not to look so ugly, and replied: "Well, something happened, I'll go and have a look, you can wait here."

"Is it about the shootout just now?" Liang Hanqing insisted, he just vaguely heard those few words.

Adonis' face became a little hesitant, he didn't know whether to tell Liang Hanqing.

"Tell me, I will be careful when I know, it's better than being kept in the dark, isn't it?" Liang Hanqing didn't let go, and the hand holding the hem of his clothes remained still.

"Okay, let me tell you." Adonis looked helplessly, but most of them were doting, "The gunfight just now was not designed by the old fox, but made by that little cub."

Liang Hanqing was very surprised and asked, "How did this happen? Why did he design this shootout?"

Adonis said: "The brat wants to tie you up?"

Liang Hanqing was stunned, "Huh?" Bind him?

"Well, you heard me right, he confronted the old fox recently and made the old fox have a headache, no, the old fox just got the painting, the little boy snatched it away, and planned a shootout by the way. Get you away."

"Why did he take me away?" Liang Hanqing didn't know why.

"The two of them are fighting against each other, and the brat also wants the treasure, and he wants to take it all by himself." Adonis simply sat down again and explained.

Liang Hanqing was even more puzzled: "It's strange that he kidnapped me for the treasure."

Adonis looked into Liang Hanqing's blank eyes, and said, "Ah Qing, do you know? In order to prevent them from hurting you, Zhang told the old fox to tell his future children the password of that painting, so as to prevent you from harming you." They were silenced like Liang Ruijin."

Liang Hanqing was immersed in the huge shock, and it took a long time to say in a daze: "I really don't know about this..."

Adonis stood up, walked to the door, and replied, "Of course you don't know this. No one knows the password of the treasure, including the chapter." After finishing speaking, he opened the door and walked away.

After the sound of footsteps faded away, Liang Hanqing frowned, password?Is that treasure really so coveted by so many people?