Rebirth of the Painted Soul

Chapter 46 Breaking into pieces

Full of doubts, Liang Hanqing took the sketchbook according to Adonis' instructions, opened it and saw the first page, and stared blankly at the person in the painting as if struck by lightning.

This sketchbook is quite old, and the high-quality paper is slightly yellowed.On the drawing paper, a graceful woman with a smile appeared on it.

The painter is obviously a beginner. Although the lines are not too sharp and lack some skills and weight, the handling of light and shade and the muscles of the characters is already very good.The best part of the painting is the charm of the person in the painting, the gentle and beautiful arc outlined by the upturned mouth corners, the round and graceful chin, the slightly raised peach eyes, and the thick black long hair, all of which are present, The woman in the painting is a beauty.

This woman was both familiar and unfamiliar to Liang Hanqing. It was Zhang Xiaomin, his mother.

Liang Hanqing's hands trembled a little. He looked at it for a long time, then turned to the next page, and found that the protagonist was still Zhang Xiaomin.

After flipping through the sketchbook, Liang Hanqing closed her eyes, her nose was sour, and her eye sockets were reddish.How many years has he not seen her?Counting from my previous life, it must have been more than ten years.

"If you still don't believe me, I also know that your buttocks are slightly to the left, and there is a red mole near the back of your waist, which you were born with." Adonis didn't bother Liang Hanqing when he was flipping through the sketchbook, and waited Liang Hanqing leaned on the back of the chair, and when there was a bit of grievance on his face, he said jokingly that he still couldn't pronounce a few words in Chinese. Such teasing seemed a bit nondescript.

After Liang Hanqing heard this, she didn't feel sad anymore, her cheeks flushed red, like a transparent river prawn that had been put into hot oil suddenly, it was translucent red.

"How did you know?!" Liang Hanqing was choked up by this sentence for a long time, and when he recovered, his cheeks were still flushed, and he asked in embarrassment.

"Zhang used to be my tutor, and she was a model for these paintings. At that time, I was still very young, but I had already started drawing sketches of characters." Adonis replied with his eyes bent.

Liang Hanqing was silent for a while, then asked: "She doesn't know how to draw, at least she has never drawn in front of me."

Adonis didn't show any surprise when he heard this, but he smiled softly and said, "She is protecting you. Zhang loves you very much." After finishing speaking, he glanced at Liang Hanqing who seemed indifferent, and added another sentence, emphatically: " She really loves you more than anyone."

"But she abandoned me." Liang Hanqing said expressionlessly, her voice was cold and stiff.

"She's here to protect you." Adonis stared at Liang Hanqing and said seriously.

Liang Hanqing turned her head to meet Adonis' blue eyes, and said without dodging, "I have lived alone under the fence for many years, but she never cared about me. Does she love me?"

Adonis made a turn and turned into the alley, braked the car, and the car stopped in place, silent.

"When I was a child, I used to be jealous of you because she always had a proud face when Zhang talked about you. Every morning she would kiss your picture, and every week she would go to church and pray for you. You stayed abroad, and you fled to Italy with heavy dangers. She really hated you, but for your safety, she had to keep you in the country. Even if you are far away across the ocean, you can’t deny his love for you Love." Stumbled to this point, Adonis glanced at Liang Hanqing again, and said, "It's impossible for you to deny that she is your mother."

"Okay, then who are you? You said she once taught you." Liang Hanqing didn't answer directly, but changed the subject abruptly.

Adonis restarted the sports car and said, "I am Adonis Bryan. You may not know this, so my other identity is the only student of Allen Adams."

Liang Hanqing slowly turned her head to look at the blond man in disbelief.

The blond man's mouth curled up into a smile. He looked at Liang Hanqing's clear face, stared at those dark eyes and said, "Do you want to go further? Or do you want the truth of the year? If you want, tell me bring it on."

Liang Hanqing looked at him, his dark eyes suddenly burned with a faint fire, and his eyes were extremely bright.He didn't speak, but leaned back in the chair, but Adonis knew that his answer was yes.

————A big hotel in S Province————

Looking at the paintings in front of him, Liang Hanqing took a deep breath, and stretched out his hands to caress these very familiar paintings.

These are all drawn by him.

"Looking at these paintings, do you have anything to say?" Adonis brought a cup of black tea to Liang Hanqing.

Liang Hanqing took the tea, thanked her, and put it aside instead of drinking it.

"This is my highest level so far." Liang Hanqing said softly.

The corners of Adonis' lips still had a perfect curve, but what he said was extremely cruel: "To tell you the truth, at your current level, if you go to participate in the Asian 'IPC', you will be eliminated in the first round."

Liang Hanqing didn't speak, but her already fair face lost all color.

Adonis didn't care, he continued: "I will train you and let you participate in the 'IPC'. When the time is right, I will tell you what happened that year."

He paused slightly, and said again: "I know you love painting, but if you want to find a confidant who can appreciate your paintings, you have to go further. If you want to go further, then what I have to do now , It is to break up all the things you have practiced with other people in the past, a thought, and then reassemble them."

"This process of recombination will make you miserable, even make you desperate, and make you crazy. Can you stand it? Give me an accurate answer."

Liang Hanqing stared at his painting for a long while, his fingers trembling slightly, his lips tightened, but his eyes became more determined. He has no ambitions, but he wants to see how far he can go in another life.

Closing his eyes, Liang Hanqing slowly clenched his fists, and he said, "I——can..."

It was no surprise for Adonis to get this answer, because he was Zhang's child, the woman who would smile even in difficult times.

"Okay then, let's start with the first step." Adonis said after taking a sip of the black tea in his cup.

As soon as the words fell, the steaming black tea splashed on the paintings in an arc.

Liang Hanqing looked at it, her eyes flashed, and before she could react, her hand was already pawned.

But, it was already too late, his blood was poured into each of them, and when he was at his peak, his favorite paintings were already wet with tea.When the dried gouache met the tea, it softened quickly and then faded away, and the lead marks on the sketch were also blurred by the water.

The lonely back of "A Sad Man", the small fallen leaves are wet by water.

Layers of colors in "The Musician", various distinct color blocks were wetted by water, the white corner of the musician and the violin could not be identified, and he no longer played beautiful music.

In "Prairie", the soft clouds, the white yurt, and the two agile horses are blurry.

The color of "Wind" became one piece, and I couldn't even tell what it was.

In "Five Colors", the lead marks on the grasshopper in the hand of the elderly writer fade away, and his childhood colorful dream is going to die.

They were dizzy one after another, and the paper was wet with water, making it a mess.

Liang Hanqing still maintained the posture of stretching out her hand, watching the paintings in front of her slowly being dampened by water and gradually destroyed.He was still dazed.

The painter's favorite painting is like his own child. His own child was killed under his nose. This kind of pain almost choked Liang Hanqing's breath.

A pair of powerful big hands grabbed Liang Hanqing's outstretched right hand, and gently stroked it, as if caressing some really expensive utensils. Albunis looked at the red and slender fingers in his hand, which were scalded by the tea, and said softly: " Do you know what is most precious to us painters?"

Liang Hanqing was still in a daze, as if she didn't hear what Adonis was saying.

Adonis stroked Liang Hanqing's hair first, and said, "First, it's the brain." Then it slid to the corner of Liang Hanqing's eyes, touched it lightly, and said, "Second, it's the eyes." finger, said: "The third is the hands."

"If you don't have these three, it will be difficult for you to draw any more. You must protect him well. No matter when, even if other parts are injured, you must firmly protect these three parts and never let them get hurt. "After Adonis finished speaking, he gently squeezed Liang Hanqing's cold hand and drew his attention back.

Liang Hanqing turned around, his body was stiff, he slowly withdrew his hand, and replied softly: "Yes. I will take good care of it."

After hearing this, Adonis' serious face immediately changed, and he put on his signature smile again. He said, "Then, next step, I'll show you their paintings."

Adonis turned on the computer that had been turned on a long time ago, clicked on an icon, and immediately after that, a series of pictures came out.

Adonis pressed Liang Hanqing on the chair, clicked on the picture, handed the mouse to his hand, and said, "Look at it slowly, and come to the living room to find me after reading it." Then he turned and left.

Liang Hanqing was turning the mouse in his hand, he couldn't think about anything now, his mind was blank, his efforts, the direction he was striving for, and his paintings were all denied by that person.

He began to wonder if he was still so cowardly after living it all over again.

He moved his finger and clicked on the first painting.

Adonis was sitting in the living room with the newly added tea in his hand, and he was sipping it slowly, very leisurely.

Seeing Liang Hanqing's pale face, he actually couldn't bear it, but this was a step that had to be taken.He had to knock out all the instant painting techniques that Liang Hanqing had learned in China before, without leaving any scum.In their painting circles, the teaching method of participating in competitions and examinations to quickly improve the painting level while ignoring one's own feelings and theoretical knowledge is collectively referred to as the crash-style painting method. This method has advantages and disadvantages. Improve people's art skills during the year, so as to participate in some exams or competitions, but those who really want to become masters often don't do that. Their teachers will choose the most beautiful places, send students there, and let them experience life. Beautiful, so that the work becomes more connotative.If the instant painting method is to cultivate ordinary people, then what their real painting family and master teachers teach is to cultivate geniuses.

Listening to the sound of clicking the mouse in the room, Adonis suddenly thought of a sentence from Dongfang that the phoenix can only be reborn in fire.Liang Hanqing is probably the same, he is the same as Zhang.