Rebirth of the Painted Soul

Liang Hanqing was lying on the big soft bed, and when she was drowsy, she vaguely felt that someone was approaching. Although the breath was very familiar, Liang Hanqing curled up unconsciously, and turned her back to the bedside.

The visitor stood at the head of the bed, looked at it for a while, smiled slightly, and after covering the quilt, the person who slept comfortably on the bed leaned over and pressed a kiss on the fair forehead of the person, and then walked out gently .

Liang Hanqing didn't know what happened, turned over and fell into a deep sleep again.

Blinking, Liang Hanqing looked at the dim light in the room, and sat up after a while.

After washing and getting dressed, Liang Hanqing came to the dining room. The butler was waiting for him at the dining table. Liang Hanqing looked around and found that there was only one set of tableware, so he asked, "Butler, where is my brother?" Well, Adonis would always sit with him for breakfast, but he hadn't seen anyone this morning.

While ordering the kitchen to bring a hot breakfast to the table, the butler pulled away the chair beside him, and replied respectfully: "Young master, the owner of the house went out this morning, and told me to let you eat your breakfast."

Liang Hanqing nodded and said nothing, just sat obediently and stared at the breakfast table in front of her.

As soon as the lid of a certain dinner plate was lifted, Liang Hanqing couldn't help swallowing, what was that!Xiaolongbao.

He hurriedly picked one up and handed it to his mouth, it was warm but not hot.

The chewy dough is filled with rich and fragrant stuffing, which is Liang Hanqing's favorite beef stuffing.

Chewing the steamed buns, Liang Hanqing's eyes sparkled, as if he had gotten something good, and the housekeeper couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth.

After eating and drinking, Liang Hanqing got up and went out for a walk. When he came back, the butler told him that Adonis had called.

"Hello? Brother, what do you want from me?" Liang Hanqing is a person who is easily satisfied. He is in a great mood after eating his favorite Xiaolongbao for breakfast.

"Ah Qing, are the steamed stuffed buns delicious? I asked the kitchen to make them for you." Adonis smiled lightly on the other side, claiming the credit.

Liang Hanqing nodded sharply, but forgot to make a phone call. Adonis couldn't see it, so he said, "It's delicious! It's authentic."

"Well, as long as it's delicious, by the way, if you're not tired later, I'll ask the driver to take you to sketch, how about it?" Adonis asked.

Liang Hanqing was very happy, and replied: "Of course I have time, where are you going to sketch? Are you going?"

Adonis said: "You can choose where you want to go, I don't have time to go."

"Oh. That's fine." Liang Hanqing was a little disappointed. Ever since he had this brother, he felt that he was a few years younger.

"Don't worry too much, I'll take you out next time I'm free, well, I have something to do here, so I'll hang up first." Adonis comforted, saying goodbye by the way.

"Well, see you tonight."

"Well, see you tonight."

After finishing the phone call, Liang Hanqing went back to her room and began to tidy up her precious pile of paints. She took everything she could use and put on old clothes. She put on a blue-gray beret and packed it up. After that, he went out.

The driver was waiting for him in a relatively low-key Cayenne, accompanied by several unknown bodyguards.

Although Liang Hanqing doesn't like people to follow, but now is a special period, so he can only endure it.

After getting into the car, Liang Hanqing inadvertently caught a glimpse of the driver's face in the rearview mirror, and found it familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that it was the driver with amazing skills who drove him and Bradley away yesterday. .

The driver also noticed that Liang Hanqing was looking at him, so he waved his hand at the rearview mirror and said, "Young master, don't worry, I'm the one driving today."

Liang Hanqing nodded and asked, "What's your name?"

The driver stretched out his hand without any restraint, and said with a hearty smile, "My name is Kalei, and I will be your exclusive driver from now on. Your attitude is directly related to my salary."

Hearing what Ka Lei said later, Liang Hanqing smiled, the corners of his lips hooked up, his eyes were dark and beautiful, and he continued to ask: "What did you do before?" Liang Hanqing is a quiet person, especially in front of strangers, But for Kalei, this conclusion seems to have been broken, Liang Hanqing took the initiative to chat with Kalei.

Kalei started the car, drove slowly towards the road, and replied casually: "I used to be a driver too."

Liang Hanqing didn't ask any more questions, but Kalei asked, "Where does the young master want to go?"

Liang Hanqing thought for a moment, then said, "Let's go to Michelangelo Square, it's closer."

Kalei nodded, expressing his understanding.

Liang Hanqing didn't speak any more, and became the calm and gentle boy again.

He was holding a paintbrush in his hand, and he was stroking the soft tip of the paintbrush.

He didn't want to sketch in the end, all he got was paint.

The soft and fluffy nib glides over the palm of your hand, and the itchy and delicate touch is indescribable.

Michelangelo is not too crowded nowadays, so Liang Hanqing found a place where he could have a panoramic view of Florence, and set up his easel there.

In Florence, painters can be seen everywhere, but Liang Hanqing is the only young painter with a group of bodyguards.

Liang Hanqing originally wanted the bodyguards to go back, but he thought that if something happened to him, they would be responsible, so he didn't say anything, and let them stand by his side like gangster bodyguards, er, they really were gangster bodyguards.

After Liang Hanqing set up the artist and prepared the drawing paper, he did not start painting immediately. Instead, he took two steps forward and lay down on the stone rail not far away.

The scenery here is very beautiful, the wind blowing lightly with water vapor blowing around his body, the not too strong sun shining on his body, warm just right, right now is Florence, quietly displayed in front of him, peaceful and comfortable Ya, like a medieval lady, but with a little more agility and simplicity.

The tallest building is the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore. The tall circular dome is shocking. He remembered that Michelangelo once said that he could build a larger circular dome, but it was definitely not as beautiful as this one. It can be seen that, The dome of the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore is unique, not to mention the murals in the dome are the "Doomsday Judgment" painted by Giorgio Vasari. These are priceless treasures for everyone who cherishes art. Nothing compares.

After staring at it for a long time, Liang Hanqing left the stone fence, sat down in front of the easel, and picked up the pen.

After the shape was formed, Liang Hanqing used some ochre, added a lot of water, and began to outline. As the brush moved, the object gradually became roughly visible.

Putting down the pen in his hand, Liang Hanqing got up and looked carefully at Florence in front of him, sat down again, and circled another pen.

The distant sky is azure blue like washed water, boundless.The roof of the house is bright orange, but mixed with indistinguishable gray, as if it is the thick dust accumulated by history, superimposed layer upon layer.

The off-white Giotto bell tower next to the church has gradually taken shape, and the rows of houses are also shown in the painting.

With the passage of time, more and more tourists have noticed this good corner of sketching, but no one bothered to disturb it. Occasionally, some bold people went to see it, either they did not know how to paint, or they were too young to dare Went in to have a look.

There was a bold young man with a drawing board on his back. He really couldn't hold back his curiosity. He took a closer look and was suddenly stunned.

He was stunned not because of how good or bad the painting was, but because of the content of the painting.

Although it was Florence, it was dilapidated in the young man's pen, as if it had been devastated for a hundred years after being devastated by war, even weeds grew on the roof, and towering trees grew in the dilapidated houses.

What shocked him the most was the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore. The light in front of him was not as bright as new, but covered with a thick layer of dust, which was mottled and dilapidated under the sunlight in the painting. The vines covered the original harsh color.It is unbearable to look directly at.And Giotto's bell tower, for some reason only half of it remains.

The young man's companion was not as bold as the young man, but seeing the young man standing there for a while without being chased away, he became bolder and leaned over to watch.

Most people are like young people who feel struck by lightning after seeing the painting.

Liang Hanqing's fingers trembled slightly, and she stopped the paintbrush under her hand. She looked at the sun that had already set on her head, which made him a little uncomfortable. She moved her stiff fingers a few times. Liang Hanqing looked at her own painting, and he was also stunned.

He remembered that he didn't intend to draw this originally, scratching his head, Liang Hanqing sighed, although what he drew was not what he originally intended to draw, but from this painting, it can be seen that his skill is good.There was a contented smile on the corner of her mouth. Liang Hanqing planned to continue painting after lunch. After putting away the pen in her hand, Liang Hanqing stood up and turned her head. There was a crowd of people, which shocked Liang Hanqing.