Chapter 32: Gu Yundong's ability

   Chapter 32 Gu Yundong's Ability

  The soldier had already heard Nie Cong talk about what happened on the way, but he never expected that the person who drew the picture was actually a scruffy teenage girl who looked like a refugee.

   Just her? Can you draw portraits? Do you still think that you are better than those painters in their Xuanhe House?

   What are you kidding?

  If Nie Cong wasn't here, he would have turned his head and left.

  Gu Yundong saw that he did not speak with a calm face, and even knew that he did not trust himself.

   She tapped the table slightly, and asked with a smile, "Don't you remember what the prisoner looked like?"

"Who said I don't remember?" Xiao Bing immediately retorted, followed by a look of resentment in his eyes, "The bandit killed my good brother who fought alongside me, I can dream of him every night, every night. I know how many moles he has on his face."

   "Then talk about it."

"..." Xiao Bing was choked for a moment, and Nie Cong next to him bumped his arm again, and then he clenched his fists and said, "The face is a bit round, it looks like a simple and honest person. The eyebrows are thicker, And it's very dark and long, the eyes are not big, long and narrow, the nose is more fleshy, and the mouth, the mouth is a bit like me."

  Gu Yundong lowered his head and drew with charcoal according to what he said.

   While drawing, he would ask him from time to time, "Is that so? Is it a little more round... Is the under-eye bag deep... What kind of length is the narrow and long... Is there a lot of flesh on the chin..."

   At first, she just drew a rough outline, and when she was almost certain, she took out a piece of white paper again and integrated all the facial features and faces mentioned by Xiaobing.

  Gu Yundong moved quickly, and he finished drawing a picture in a short time.

   The little soldier was so thirsty that he took a sip of tea, and when he came to look again, all the sips of 'poof...' spewed out.

   "Ah, be careful." Gu Yundong hurriedly moved the paper to a distance and gave him a vicious look.

   Xiaobing hurriedly wiped his mouth, and couldn't wait to pick up the piece of paper, his eyes widened.

  Nie Cong took a few steps back when he avoided the saliva he spat out just now, and now he looked up to see his shocked expression, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's wrong?"

   Xiaobing murmured in disbelief, "Like, it's too similar, it's too similar."

  "Is it really that similar?" Is it too exaggerated? Nie Cong shook his head and walked around the table to look behind him.

   Seeing this, the whole person froze in place.

   Xiaobing said incredulously, "It's like, it's like shoveling down from his face."

   "There is actually such a way of painting." Nie Cong shook his head in amazement, carefully took it from Xiaobing's hand, glanced at it again, couldn't help but be amazed.

  The paintings of those painters are also very beautiful, but Nie Cong is not a master of calligraphy and painting, so he doesn't know how to appreciate it. He only knows that the artistic conception is beautiful and the characters are beautiful, but there is always some gap with the real person. At least, it has little practical effect on their handling of the case.

   But now this figure painting, as if the whole person is alive.

   And this is just a charcoal drawing.

   When he looked up at Gu Yundong again, Nie Cong's eyes changed.

   Is this girl Gu really just a little girl from the countryside who doesn't understand anything?

   "Who taught you how to draw?"

  Gu Yundong also took a sip of water, shrugged and said, "A person I don't know, he didn't tell me his name."

   (end of this chapter)