Rebirth of the Painted Soul

"I lost, what are you going to do with me?" Barnett was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then laughed at himself.

"Brother, you go and deal with him, I don't care about it." Liang Hanqing took the tool from Adonis and put it on the ground and said without looking back.

Adonis was naturally happy, and directly asked his two subordinates to carry him away.

Liang Hanqing tapped left and right with a hammer, and finally knocked open the brick with an iron pestle. Under the brick was the soil layer. Liang Hanqing dug it up again with a shovel. After a while, he touched a hard brick. The thing, Liang Hanqing, slowly removed the soil on the top, and then a stone-like thing was exposed below, Liang Hanqing worked harder to dig out the stone.

Looking at the polished stone tools in front of him, Liang Hanqing took a deep breath and untied the lid of the stone box.

There is no glittering gold or other things in the box. There is only a thin piece of paper. Liang Hanqing looked at the paper and held his breath. If the painting of this box can be traced back, it can really be traced back to the 15th century. About 600 years ago, Liang Hanqing took the velvet gloves that Adonis handed over just now, and carefully opened the folded paper.

A young man is drawn on the paper, drawn with charcoal, even after so many years, the ink on it has not been worn away.

The young man fell asleep lying on the table, and with a few brushstrokes, the painter outlined the young man's delicate and gentle sleeping face, as well as the lingering love that lingers like mist.A line of writing was written at the bottom of the drawing paper. Liang Hanqing stroked the line of writing and remained silent for a long time.

"My Beloved, Soranti"

He knew that after seeing this line of words, his eyes were sore, and tears seemed to overflow slowly, and he couldn't bear the pain.

The tenderness that has lasted for hundreds of years, the deep love that has been inseparable for hundreds of years.

He could even feel the tenderness in Crystal's eyes when he watched his lover's sleeping face under the dim oil lamp, the man who was obviously as cold as a stone, but loved him like water .

Liang Hanqing blinked but didn't shed tears. Adonis stroked Liang Hanqing's hair considerately, and said, "Give this to them, and don't let this thing cause any accidents." Liang Hanqing nodded, and stroked the hair again. He wanted to engrave it into his heart, and then carefully handed it to the person holding the thing, who was the cultural relics protection expert invited by Adonis.

Liang Hanqing wanted to pass the stone box over, but he suddenly saw two rings hidden in the corner of the stone box.

Liang Hanqing picked it up tremblingly. The two silver rings were very ordinary and had no pattern. There were only two letters "KS" on the two rings. Liang Hanqing stared at it for a while, and suddenly he understood something. The expert, instead, took out the necklace, put the ring on, and finally Liang Hanqing hung it around his neck.

He picked up the stone box and handed it to the expert, then filled the place with soil and covered it with stone bricks, and he stood up.

Adonis bent down again. He patted the dirt that fell on Liang Hanqing's body, and took Liang Hanqing's hand out of the backyard and into the church as if he was taking care of a child.

The priest was praying to people, and when he saw them coming out, he just gave them a gentle smile, and didn't come over, so Liang Hanqing also smiled back.

He believes that in the priest's heart, he is just an ordinary member among thousands of people, and everyone is equal in his eyes.

Listening to the heavenly melody of the choir, Liang Hanqing gently closed his eyes, and said to Adonis who was holding his hand, "Brother, I want to go wandering."

After hearing this, Adonis stopped in his tracks. He turned his head to look at Liang Hanqing. The young man's face was less immature during the time he met him, and more mature and stable, but still so gentle.

Liang Hanqing wants to go wandering, it is a real wandering, not a tourist.

He wants to walk around, he still has a lot of things that he hasn’t painted, and he doesn’t want to miss some beautiful things, so he’s going to wander, only bring a painting bag, clothes, nothing else, even money.

Adonis hated him, he knew it, but he could only do this, if he didn't go for a walk when he was young, he would never have the chance to come out again.

"Are you sure?" Adonis didn't ask anything, just said this sentence.

"I'm sure." Liang Hanqing replied without hesitation.

Adonis took his hand and started walking again. After a while, he said, "Well, that's all right."

Liang Hanqing hugged Adonis silently. He knew how much it was your choice to let his brother say this, but he just wanted to be willful for once, sticking to Adonis' generous back and smelling the faint scent of his body. With the taste of a man, he said softly, "Thank you, brother."

Adonis didn't say a word, and let Liang Hanqing hold him quietly. After Liang Hanqing let go of him, he took another step.

The two walked to the door of the church. By the side of the car, Liang Hanqing kissed Adonis on the cheek lightly, and then took off the necklace with two rings from his neck. He took off the two rings and put the necklace on I brought it to Adonis' neck, then took out one of the rings, and said, "Brother, can you help me give this to a man named Qi Hengzhi?" Adonis was not in a good mood, and nodded, Indicating no problem. "Then you tell him by the way, if he wants to fulfill his promise, let him continue to participate in the IPC competition, and I will accept him only if he reaches the final."

Adonis took the ring, asked his subordinates to find a box to put it in, and said, "I see..."

The two looked at each other, but remained silent.

"You have to remember to come back early."

"kindness."

It's just two sentences, but how much reluctance and concern are contained in it, who can tell clearly.

Seeing the cars in front of him driving away one after another, Liang Hanqing's mood became better inexplicably, it was obviously a farewell.

Looking at the ring lying in the palm of her hand, Liang Hanqing smiled slightly, put the ring on her ring finger, and then said softly to the air: "I accept."

For love, he really figured it out.

The love between Crystal and Sorranti is too sad, and he doesn't want to be like them.

Then he needs to learn to accept it.

Liang Hanqing took the remaining cash and took a taxi. When he reached the city center, he bought oil paints and painting utensils, and withdrew cash from the bank that was just enough for him to live on. the way he loves.

Although he has a lot of money, a vagabond is a vagabond, as long as he doesn't starve to death.

He doesn't have the force to defend himself, but he has a strong heart.

He has no one's company, but he comforts himself with something that no one else has.

He has a belief.

He has a path.

As long as his feet can walk and his hands can move, he can paint wherever he goes.

He wants to paint what he wants to paint.

He wants to paint the soul of a painting.

It is necessary to pay hardships that countless people can't even imagine.

The author has something to say: I am so excited to write...

The article is finished, and the customization is also released. If you want to buy it, you can buy it (I guess it's a bit hanging... Khan)

The customized book chapters were merged into one chapter for two chapters.

Someone is getting excited...