Rebirth of the Painted Soul

That's Barnett.

Liang Hanqing stared at him expressionlessly, without speaking.

The mattress under him sank slightly, and Barnett sat beside Liang Hanqing, his deep blue eyes flickered uncertainly, and his brown hair looked a little soft and transparent under the light, although these factors weakened his body. Thick and fierce aura, but you must not underestimate this man just because of superficial reasons!

Liang Hanqing still looked so calm, but his muscles gradually tightened and his nerves stretched to the extreme. He couldn't figure out what this man was going to do.

Barnett approached slightly, Liang Hanqing tilted his head and stepped back a little, his eyes full of wariness.

The two sides still did not speak.

After Liang Hanqing retreated for a moment, Barnett did not continue to approach, but instead slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, revealing a meaningful smile.

He got out of bed and turned around and around the only bed in the room, but he didn't make a sound.The hard heel touched the floor, and the sound echoed in the cold room. One sound, one sound, not too fast, Liang Hanqing's fear had piled up to the extreme, and he was only short of the last straw to make him collapse.

Liang Hanqing finally couldn't bear it anymore, and his stomach was still a little uncomfortable. Liang Hanqing's voice seemed a little weak, as if floating in the air, and the fragility could be dissipated with a light wave of his hand. He said: "How did you get me here? What are you doing?" After asking this question, Liang Hanqing's heart finally calmed down, and the sound of footsteps still did not stop, just when Liang Hanqing lowered his head, Barnett stopped in front of him, gently lifting his delicate and round chin , staring at Liang Hanqing's deep black eyes, and said softly, "That painting is in my hand."

Liang Hanqing's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't show anything on her face. Instead, she frowned, turned her head away from Barnett's hand hooked on his chin, and said impatiently, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Barnett lowered his eyes and felt the warm touch in his hands disappear. He was slightly taken aback, rubbed the fingertips that still had Liang Hanqing's warmth, and suddenly leaned forward without warning, kneeling on the bed with one leg, pinching with the other hand. Grabbing the back of Liang Hanqing's neck, the other hand pinched Liang Hanqing's chin fiercely, pulling Liang Hanqing, who was powerless to resist, to the front of her body, sticking her lips ambiguously next to her beautifully contoured ears, and said in a gentle tone: "I know your mother To protect that painting with my life, what if I destroy it? Huh?"

Liang Hanqing moved her mouth where Barnett couldn't see the expression, but finally didn't spit out any other words.

Seeing that Liang Hanqing was indifferent, Barnett slightly distanced the two of them, stared at Liang Hanqing face to face and said, "If you don't believe me, let me show you?"

Barnett rubbed the tip of Liang Hanqing's nose in an intimate manner, ignoring Liang Hanqing's struggling movements as if they were lovers who had been in love for many years, and gently kissed him on the cheek, then got up and went out the door.

After he left, Liang Hanqing rubbed her hands vigorously on the cheek touched by Barnett until the cheek was rubbed red, but the cold feeling of being licked by the snake just now still did not disappear.

Not long after, one or two easels were brought in, and behind them were miscellaneous gouache paints and other drawing tools. Liang Hanqing watched those people rushing in and out, frowning in confusion. He didn't know what Barnett wanted do what.

After those people packed their things, they didn't even look at Liang Hanqing who was sitting on the bed, as if there was no one there.

After everyone went out, Barnett came in. He randomly found a rattan chair and sat down. He glanced at Liang Hanqing, and then pointed to the painter on the left. Clothing things.Liang Hanqing's heartbeat accelerated inexplicably. He looked at Barnett, as if asking him what kind of mystery he was playing.

Barnett smiled slightly, and said, "Go and see for yourself, it will never let you down."

Liang Hanqing didn't move, she looked at the cloth-covered thing for a while, and then at Barnett who was smiling unfathomably. , his footsteps are still a little weak, although the ether he inhaled is not too much, but there are still some side effects.

Liang Hanqing stood in front of the easel, raised his hand, and put it down again. In fact, he already had an answer to what it was, but like the cloth in front of him, he didn't want to lift it.

Touching the flax-colored cloth with his hand, the cloth was a little rough. When he gently uncovered it, Liang Hanqing's attention was on the cloth. He was thinking about what kind of technique he could use to fully express the roughness of the linen cloth. ? !

The flax-colored cloth slid down gently, and a painting that seemed to be full of sunlight was reflected in Liang Hanqing's eyes.

Crystal's painting is a testimony of his love that has lasted until now. The pastor in front of him is still so peaceful, as if tens of thousands of years have been silent on him, so close and so far away.

"Many years later, someone will witness, my love..." The song deep in my memory suddenly sounded, and Liang Hanqing's fingers twitched lightly. He could even think again that when Crystal painted this picture, A sweet look on the face.

Looking at the painting in front of him, Liang Hanqing closed his eyes first, and when he opened them again, the strangeness from the moment he touched the painting disappeared, or it could be said that they were all buried deep in his eyes.

He turned his head, looked at Barnett who was looking at him leisurely, and asked softly, "What are you going to do?" When his eyes touched the painting, he knew that it was genuine, not a fake, and he It's not that he believes his eyes, he has never collected oil paintings, but he can see that the emotions in this painting are so rich that they seem to be erupting, but they are condensed on these bright oil paints gently and implicitly. At a glance, he can confirm that this painting cannot be faked.

Barnett stroked his chin and squinted his eyes. The blue eyes under the eyelashes showed a bit of coldness, which was far from the false gentleness just now under the light.

He said: "The reason why I arrested you is because of this painting, the reason why I snatched this painting is because..." Barnett stood up on the seat and walked towards Liang Hanqing step by step. , This time, Liang Hanqing did not back down, straightened her back, and stared at Barnett.

Barnett walked up to Liang Hanqing, and gently lifted the cloth off the other easel, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and replied, "It's because of that treasure." As soon as he finished speaking, he He turned sideways, revealing what was behind him.

There is no scourge behind Barnett, but a blank canvas, dedicated to painting oil paintings.

"I know you've never painted oil, or even had much exposure, but, this time, you have no other choice but to learn it."