Chapter 122 Min Jiadie
◎He added a timeline to criminal portraits◎
——The Luo County Charity Hall which had long been demolished.
——The abandoned baby thirty-four years ago.
——Butterfly birthmark on the shoulder blade.
With only these three clues, how can we find the person from the vast crowd?
Qiao Hongyu gave Zhao Xiangwan a difficult problem.
Zhao Xiangwan frowned slightly.
Qiao Hongyu looked at Zhao Xiangwan's expression and knew that this matter was difficult, so she comforted Zhao Xiangwan: "It's okay, it's okay, I just came to ask you. If it's too troublesome, forget it."
Although she said "forget it", Qiao Hongyu couldn't hide the resentment in her eyes.
【This matter is a pain in my heart.】
[Whenever Qingming Festival comes and I bury my parents, the guilt in my heart grows like wild weeds in spring.]
[My parents had no sons, only me and my little sister. All the things in the house were divided up by my uncles. I was left with only a grave and...my little sister, who didn't even have a name.]
Zhao Xiangwan thought for a moment and said to Qiao Hongyu, "I know two abandoned babies born in 1961. They are a couple. They both grew up in the Xing City Orphanage. I wonder if I can provide you with some information."
Qiao Hongyu was delighted and held onto Zhao Xiangwan's hand, unwilling to let go: "It will definitely work! The first time I met you and talked to you so much, I liked you very much. I thought you were a migrant worker and wanted to introduce my son to you. I'm sorry, I was blind. How could my son be worthy of you? You are willing to help me and provide me with information. You are already a very good policeman. I went to the Luo County Public Security Bureau to report the case, but they ignored me."
It's really not the Public Security Bureau's fault for not filing a case. Zhao Xiangwan said, "Sister, your case is too far away. I'm just providing a direction."
Qiao Hongyu nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, tell me the couple's name and address, and I'll go find them and ask them."
Zhao Xiangwan did not directly tell her Min Jiahuai's home address, but left Qiao Hongyu's phone number: "Wait for me to notify you."
Qiao Hongyu left with many thanks.
Zhu Kang looked at Zhao Xiangwan and asked, "Are you going to take care of her old matter?"
Zhu Feipeng shook his head and sighed: "There are too few clues about what happened thirty-four years ago."
Zhao Xiangwan's attitude was quite relaxed: "Everyone has difficulties, so I'll help if I can."
Xiang Wan was a child abandoned by her parents. When she was little, she had imagined countless times that after she found her biological parents, they would cry excitedly, try hard to make up for it, and love her. So she understands the desire of an abandoned child to find his or her biological parents.
Therefore, whenever he sees someone looking for long-lost relatives, Zhao Xiangwan always wants to lend a hand and help.
After the matter of Sancunwan was dealt with, Zhao Xiangwan returned to the Municipal Bureau to report. Although Xu Songling criticized and educated him, Zhao Xiangwan heard the joy in Xu's heart.
[Showed up in the provincial office, well done! 】
[Although Xiang Wan acts rashly, he is very aggressive and is a good candidate.]
[We busted several criminal dens and uncovered dozens of old cases, which was another great achievement. ]
With this happy mood, Zhao Xiangwan met Min Chenghang who was still in the detention center awaiting sentencing.
Min Chenghang is a smart man. Although he slashed people in the street, it was indeed because his wife and daughter were kidnapped that he chose this path of no return. In addition, he assisted the police in successfully persuading Qiu Sanyong to confess the whereabouts of a batch of guns, successfully nipping a bank robbery in the bud and redeeming himself. The Municipal Bureau has already filed a report to apply for a sentence reduction for him.
Min Chenghang was grateful to Zhao Xiangwan for his wife and daughter being safe and sound, and naturally answered all his questions. But when he heard Zhao Xiangwan talking about Qiao Hongyu's search for her younger sister, Min Chenghang's eyebrows wrinkled.
Min Chenghang's attitude was clearly emotional: "She was thrown away because she couldn't be kept alive, so she was thrown away. Now, after more than 30 years, she is looking for her again. What does she want to do?"
Zhao Xiangwan said: "Qiao Hongyu didn't want to do anything, she just wanted to find my little sister and see if she was doing well."
Min Chenghang sneered: "Does she think she is so great? She still hasn't forgotten my little sister after all these years? She is so hypocritical! I think she is living a good life now, and she feels guilty when she thinks of the past, so she wants to make herself feel better."
Zhao Xiangwan knew that abandoned children would have dark thoughts, but when he heard Min Chenghang express his dissatisfaction so frankly, Zhao Xiangwan frowned: "It's good enough to feel guilty! Some parents who abandon their children don't feel any guilt at all, and even ask for rewards from their children and expect their children to support them in their old age."
Min Chenghang's heart was hurt, and he turned away without saying a word.
The scene of seeing Qiu Sanyong in prison flashed through his mind.
When Qiu Sanyong saw him, the two people's faces were like mirrors, and he became suspicious. Then he heard that Min Chenghang was an abandoned baby, and Qiu Sanyong remembered the past events his parents had mentioned.
Min Chenghang's hometown is in Santang Village, Caiqi Township. His parents had three sons and four daughters and lived a hard life. Min Chenghang was born at a bad time, during the three years of hardship. The family had to eat rice bran, elm leaves and wild vegetables to survive the famine. His mother had no milk at all. Seeing that Min Chenghang was about to starve to death, she heard that there was a charity run by a foreigner in the county town that abandoned babies and sent them to school, so she quietly threw him there.
When conditions improved, Qiu's mother wanted to go and look for her son, but she found that the charity hall was deserted and nothing was left. At that time, transportation and information were not well developed, and rural people had no connections, so they had to return home in disappointment.
The Qiu family has four sons in total. The eldest son is Qiu Dagui; the second son is Min Chenghang, who was sent to a charity hall before he could be named; and the third son is Qiu Sanyong. At first, the Qiu family parents would mention him every Chinese New Year, but as time went by, they gradually forgot about him. Only the names of the Qiu brothers can show the traces of Min Chenghang left in this family.
A few years ago, Qiu's father and mother passed away one after another. The Qiu brothers and sisters were busy with their own work, and Min Chenghang was completely forgotten.
For Qiu Sanyong, who had been away from home for many years and in prison for several years, it was a real shock to suddenly see a face that looked like his own. His eldest brother, who grew up with him, did not look like Qiu Sanyong, but he did not expect that his second brother, who was abandoned by his family, had the same face as him - it was amazing.
After learning about his own life experience, Min Chenghang's hatred for his parents not only did not disappear, but became even more intense.
——There are three sons and five daughters in the family, why did you only abandon him?
——Santang Village is not too far from Luo County, why don't you visit him more often?
——After the charity hall moved away, why didn't they continue to inquire about it?
If they had shown more concern, Min Chenghang wouldn't be so lonely and helpless in the orphanage.
However, with the death of his parents, he could no longer express his hatred. So when Zhao Xiangwan asked him about Qiao Hongyu's younger sister today, Min Chenghang reacted more strongly.
Zhao Xiangwan heard what Min Chenghang was thinking and advised him, "Your parents are dead, what's the point of hating them? Even if they abandoned you and didn't raise you, you didn't support them in their old age either. Both sides are even, there's no need to bear grudges anymore."
Having said this, Zhao Xiangwan suddenly stopped and his mind went blank for a moment.
Zhao Qingyun and Wei Meihua abandoned me in the countryside. Didn't I hate them? Of course I did.
Of course I won't provide for them in their old age, but does that mean this ties are even?
Sure enough, it is easy to persuade others in this world, but difficult to persuade yourself.
After hearing what Zhao Xiangwan said, Min Chenghang sighed and said, "I understand the truth, but I don't know why I still feel upset."
Yes, it's these three words—hard to accept.
We are all siblings, so why are some able to grow up with their parents, have someone to support their education, and arrange their jobs and marriages, while others are abandoned, left to grow up without any care or concern?
I always want to meet them and ask them in person: Why did you leave me behind?
I always want to hear my parents say to me with guilt: I'm sorry, it's our fault.
I always want them to pamper me and love me in every way so that I can enjoy the true, selfless love of my parents.
Only in this way can we eliminate the feeling of "unbearableness" in our hearts.
Zhao Xiangwan nodded: "I understand."
Min Chenghang squinted at Zhao Xiangwan and said, "Do you understand? How old are you? What can you understand?"
Zhao Xiangwan looked at him and said, "You feel unhappy because you didn't get it."
Min Chenghang turned away without saying anything.
【I didn't get it, so I feel unhappy. 】
【She was not wrong.】
【Officer Zhao is still like this, his words can pierce my heart.】
Zhao Xiangwan continued, "Your parents are dead, but your brothers and sisters are still alive. You have already met Qiu Sanyong, but you haven't met the others yet, right? Why don't you take your wife and daughter back to your hometown, kowtow to your parents' graves, ask them directly, and cry for a while, maybe the obsession will be gone."
Min Chenghang was stubborn and said, "I won't go!"
Zhao Xiangwan said: "Or maybe helping others is also helping yourself."
Min Chenghang turned around and asked: "What do you mean?"
Zhao Xiangwan: "By helping others find their relatives, you can redeem yourself. When you see people with the same fate find their relatives with your help, perhaps your resentment will subside."
Although he knew that Zhao Xiangwan was fooling him and wanted him to help find someone, her words "help others and redeem yourself" accurately touched his heart.
Min Chenghang's heart was filled with hatred, so when his wife and daughter were kidnapped, he chose to retaliate against society. But now his wife and daughter are safe, Zhao Xiangwan, who was slashed by him, chose to forgive him, and the police helped him apply for a reduced sentence... All this made him rethink: What was the reason for his anger? If it was because he was "unable to let it go", what could he do to let it go?
Now Zhao Xiangwan provides a new idea: to help people with the same fate as him find their relatives and calm their inner resentment, which moves Min Chenghang.
Min Chenghang pondered for a moment and said, "Maybe I know who you are looking for."
Zhao Xiangwan raised his eyes and looked at him: "Who is it?"
Min Chenghang said, "I was transferred from Luo County Charity Hall to Xing City Orphanage when I was six years old. All of us abandoned children had the surname Min. Since she was born in May and abandoned in June, she came to the orphanage in late summer. The second character of her name is 'home'. We were a group of children. We took off all our clothes and stood under the faucet to take a bath. We were naked, so everyone knew who had what marks on their bodies. You said there was a red birthmark on the shoulder blade, like a butterfly, and there was indeed one."
Zhao Xiangwan never expected that the results would be found out so quickly. She leaned forward and stared at Min Chenghang closely: "Who is she? Where is she?"
Min Chenghang said: "Her name is Min Jiadie. Although she is not tall, she is a ruthless person. She often fights with me and steals things. Later in the spring of 1967, the great philanthropist named Min who sponsored the charity hall passed away, and the priest arranged for us to be resettled in batches. Jiahuai and I went to the Xingshi Orphanage, and I don't know where Min Jiadie went."
Having a name is already a big step forward.
Zhao Xiangwan asked: "Does your wife know where she went?"
Min Chenghang shook his head: "We were all only six years old at that time. We had been living in the charity hall before the age of six. We had no idea what the outside world was like. I guess Jia Huai wouldn't know either. But you can ask a few more children who came out of the charity hall, maybe you can get some information."
Zhao Xiangwan smiled and said, "Then I'll let Sister Qiao contact your wife, is that okay? Actually, it's fate. When Min Jiahuai was taken to Luo County, didn't she call you twice? The calls were pay calls from Qiao Hongyu's grocery store. Later, when I went to Luo County to look for Min Jiahuai, it was Qiao Hongyu who recognized her in the photo and showed me the way. That's why I was able to find out about the mother and daughter and bring them both out."
Min Chenghang's eyes were filled with warmth, and his thorns were less sharp. "Okay! Ask Sister Qiao to contact Jia Huai. Please also say thank you for me. I will definitely come to thank you when I get out."
Zhao Xiangwan stood up and glanced at Min Chenghang before leaving: "There are still many good people in this world, right?"
This sentence was said by Mei Xinhui, a teacher who had helped him study. It was because of this sentence that Zhao Xiangwan, who had the ability to read minds, was abandoned by his biological parents and deceived by his adoptive parents, did not become a bad person.
Walking out of the detention center, the late autumn chill hit him and Zhao Xiangwan tightened his collar.
Time flies so fast, one case after another comes one after another, and I don’t have time to appreciate the lush summer scenery. Late autumn has arrived.
Back in the office, Zhu Kang asked, "How is it going? Any news? Why didn't you take me with you? Even if I can't help, at least I can be your companion."
Perhaps because his family was murdered, Zhu Kang still felt some regrets even though he grew up under the love of his uncle and aunt. So when he heard that Zhao Xiangwan wanted to help Qiao Hongyu find her sister, Zhu Kang was very active.
Zhao Xiangwan smiled, "What a coincidence! Min Chenghang and Min Jiahuai were also thrown into Luoxian Charity Hall in 1961 and grew up together with Qiao Hongyu's sister Min Jiadie. However, they went their separate ways after they were six years old. I don't know where she went."
Zhu Kang rubbed his hands excitedly: "Ah, she can live to the age of six, so she should still be alive now. Min Jiadie? Qiao Hongyu would be very happy if she knew about her. You should call her quickly."
So, at Zhu Kang's urging, Zhao Xiangwan made the call.
As expected, as soon as Qiao Hongyu heard the news, she started crying on the phone: "Min Jiadie? What a nice name. She's still alive, that's great! I'll come over, I'll buy a ticket and come over right away. Officer Zhao, thank you, thank you. You're really amazing! I've been looking for her for twenty years and there's no news, but you found out her name as soon as you showed up. You're a good person, you're really a very, very good girl."
Qiao Hongyu said a lot of words of thanks, which made Zhao Xiangwan feel a little embarrassed, so he hung up the phone.
Zhu Kang turned around and suggested, "Xiang Wan, let Ji Zhao help draw the portrait? There must be no photos of the orphans in the charity hall. We can ask Min Chenghang and Min Jiahuai to see what Min Jiadie looks like, and then let Ji Zhao draw it."
Zhao Xiangwan thought it made sense.
Zhu Feipeng curled his lips and said, "You two are so idle. Do you need our serious crime squad to help you find someone?"
Zhu Kang said, "Aren't we collecting materials recently? We haven't got any new cases yet, so we have nothing to do anyway. It's also a good deed to help orphans find their relatives."
Zhu Feipeng gave in helplessly: "Okay, okay, you have the final say."
Next, Liu Liangju, Zhu Feipeng, Zhou Rulan, Ai Hui, and Huang Yuande collected materials, including the murder of Gong Dazhuang's family of six, the Sancunwan female trafficking case, the underground casino case, and the Gong Youlin and Lu Hui corruption case... A large number of materials needed to be coordinated with the Luo County Public Security Bureau and completed together. After all the evidence was collected, it was sent to the prosecutor's office for prosecution.
Zhao Xiangwan, Zhu Kang and Ji Zhao planned to look for the orphans adopted by Luo County Charity Hall, inquire about Min Jiadie's whereabouts, and paint her portrait.
Qiao Hongyu arrived at Xing City the next day.
Seeing the incredibly beautiful Ji Zhao, Qiao Hongyu's eyes widened. Then she looked at Ji Zhao and Zhao Xiangwan being intimate, and she opened her mouth and praised, "Oh, Officer Zhao, your girlfriend is really good-looking, not bad, really good."
She added in her heart: Better than Officer Zhu.
Zhao Xiangwan did not waste time and took Qiao Hongyu directly to Min Jiahuai's house.
The dormitory assigned by Jinsui Bank was an old five-story building. The walls of the stairwell were covered with small advertisements, and the iron handrails were in disrepair and rusted.
Originally, after Min Chenghang was caught slashing people in the street, the bank was going to fire Min Chenghang and take back his housing. However, under the investigation of the serious crime team, Liu Shangjun, Geng Liang, Gong Changshui and others planned to hijack the bank's money transport vehicle, kidnap Min Chenghang and threaten him. The bank leaders sympathized with Min Chenghang's experience and did not fire him for the time being, so naturally, they did not take back his housing.
It can be said that the Min Jiahuai family can still live in this old house thanks to the people of the Serious Crime Unit.
For Min Jiahuai, the Municipal Bureau's Serious Crime Unit, especially Zhao Xiangwan, are the great benefactors of their family. Therefore, they showed the greatest enthusiasm for the arrival of Zhao Xiangwan and others, smiling widely, washing fruits and pouring tea, and quietly waiting for them to explain their purpose.
Zhao Xiangwan introduced Qiao Hongyu to Min Jiahuai: "Do you still remember her?"
Min Jiahuai nodded: "I remember, the owner of Hongyu Grocery Store, I called her."
Zhao Xiangwan said: "I was able to find you and Shuangshuang's whereabouts so quickly, thanks to the information provided by Sister Qiao."
Min Jiahuai stood up and bowed deeply, his eyes full of gratitude: "Sister Qiao, thank you."
Hearing her thanks, Qiao Hongyu became a little excited, her eyes turned red, and her lips trembled slightly.
[She and my younger sister were born in the same year and also came to the orphanage in the summer.]
[If my younger sister were still alive, she would probably be the same as her. ]
[Fortunately, I told her everything when Officer Zhao came to see her. So, helping others is actually helping yourself, right?]
In just a moment, Qiao Hongyu thought a lot, but she quickly adjusted her mood, stood up and supported Min Jiahuai: "You're welcome, you're welcome. Officer Zhao was smart, I just told you some things I knew, and it didn't help you at all. Those who arrested and rescued people are all good policemen."
Min Jiahuai's tone was very gentle: "Maybe it's just a piece of cake for you, but to me and my daughter, you are a benefactor. What's the matter with you coming here this time?"
Qiao Hongyu sat back on the sofa, crossed her hands on her legs, and looked at Min Jiahuai anxiously: "I have a younger sister, born in 1961. Because my family was too poor to support her, we sent her to Luo County Charity Hall."
A gleam of light flashed in Min Jiahuai's eyes: "Who... is it?"
【Is it me? 】
【Finally, someone came to see me? 】
Is she my sister?
Min Jiahuai's heartbeat was accelerating, and her heart was filled with desire. At this moment, Zhao Xiangwan suddenly didn't want to hear what others were thinking.
Hope rises, but is about to be destroyed. It's so cruel.
Seeing that Min Jiahuai had misunderstood, Qiao Hongyu hurriedly explained, "My little sister has a red birthmark on her shoulder blade that looks like a butterfly."
Min Jiahuai's heartbeat returned to normal and she nodded: "Ah, it's Jiadie."
【It’s great that Jiadie has a sister now. 】
[Although they are not my family, I am happy to see Jiadie find her sister. ]
Qiao Hongyu didn't expect that she could accurately say her sister's name based on just one feature. She couldn't help but get excited and grabbed Min Jiahuai's arm: "Do you know where she is? Do you know where she is?"
Min Jiahuai had an apologetic look on his face, and his words were no different from Min Chenghang's: "When I was six years old, our charity hall could no longer run, and the priest divided us into several groups. Chenghang and I were in the same group and sent to the Xing City Orphanage. With government funding, we grew up, studied, and worked. I don't know where Jiadie went."
Qiao Hongyu had tears in her eyes: "What does my little sister look like? Is she fat? Is she tall? Does she look like me? She is a miserable person. Her mother died of dystocia when she was just born. I raised her with rice soup until she was one month old. She was as thin as a kitten. Later, there was really no food at home. We were afraid that she would starve to death, so we had to send her to a charity. She has grown up. It's great, great!"
Min Jiahuai's attitude was still gentle: "I only remember what Jiadie looked like when she was six years old. She was taller than me and had broader shoulders than me. Although her eyes were small, they were very bright and she looked very fierce when she looked at people. was very quick..."
Listening to Min Jiahuai's description, Qiao Hongyu seemed to see a little country girl like a little pepper in front of her. If she hadn't been abandoned, she would follow her, run in the fields, argue with people with her hands on her hips, and clumsily wipe away her tears with her little hands when she was sad, and then say loudly: Sister, don't be afraid, I'll help you!
Tears rolled down her cheeks, but Qiao Hongyu's eyes sparkled with joy and she nodded repeatedly.
[Yes, yes, that's what my sister should be like.]
【She will be braver and more courageous than me. 】
[So, this is my sister. Not only has she grown up, she is also living a healthy and energetic life. ]
As Min Jiahuai spoke, Ji Zhao's hands were not idle.
He brought a sketchbook with him and took it out to draw a few strokes. A six-year-old girl running barefoot in the corridor, full of life and growing like a weed, appeared on the paper.
After Min Jiahuai finished speaking, Ji Zhao added a few strokes and then handed the portrait over.
Min Jiahuai took it and stared at it in fascination. After a long while, he said, "Ah, that's what it looks like!"
She had never met Ji Zhao before, and looked at him with admiration: "You, you are a painter? How can you paint so like? Have you seen a house butterfly? If you haven't seen one, how can you paint so well just by listening to a few words from me?"
Although he was praising Ji Zhao, Zhu Kang felt proud of himself and introduced him proudly: "His surname is Ji. He is a specially hired expert of our Municipal Bureau, a talented painter, and a nationally renowned criminal portrait painter. As long as it is something he has seen, as long as it is something you can accurately describe, he can draw it exactly, and it is similar in appearance and spirit!"
Min Jiahuai exclaimed, "You have so many talented people in the Public Security Bureau." She handed the portrait to Qiao Hongyu, "Look, this is what Jiadie looked like when she was six years old."
Qiao Hongyu took the portrait and stared blankly at the appearance of her little sister in the picture. She felt happy and sad at the same time, laughing and crying at the same time: "Is this my little sister? My little sister! She looks so beautiful, a little like me, but prettier than me."
Min Jiahuai stared at Qiao Hongyu's excited expression, lost in thought.
[So, this is my relative?]
[Even if we haven't seen each other for more than 30 years, there are still people who care about us. 】
[Even if I just see a picture of my childhood, I will cry my eyes out. ]
[Perhaps my family members have also looked for me like my elder sister, but the opportunity has not come yet and I missed it.]
Zhao Xiangwan asked Min Jiahuai: "Among the children in your group who came to the orphanage, have any of you contacted Min Jiadie? Or know any news about her?"
Min Jiahuai shook her head in confusion: "We all came here when we were six years old. We were separated and I don't know who still remembers her." However, she still provided the basic information of several people who grew up in the orphanage with her, and said that she could help write letters to find out.
Qiao Hongyu Qiao Hongyu held the portrait tightly and couldn't let go. She couldn't stop looking at it. After hearing the conversation between Zhao Xiangwan and Min Jiahuai, she thanked them repeatedly. If it weren't for Min Jiahuai's help, she would never have been able to get information about her younger sister. As long as she thought that her younger sister was still alive, Qiao Hongyu's heart was warm.
No matter what, my little sister is still alive.
If she hadn't been sent to the charity home, she would have starved to death.
Qiao Hongyu was filled with gratitude at this moment. She was grateful to the priest of the charity hall, to the friends who grew up with her younger sister, to Zhao Xiangwan, to Min Jiahuai, to Ji Zhao, and to all the people who had helped her...
Zhu Kang was touched by Qiao Hongyu's strong sisterly love. Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind. He looked at Ji Zhao excitedly: "Ji Zhao, you see, Min Jiadie and Qiao Hongyu actually look alike, right? Then can you guess what Min Jiadie looks like now based on Qiao Hongyu's appearance? If we have a portrait of Min Jiadie now, wouldn't it be much easier to find her?"
Ji Zhao looked at Qiao Hongyu, then at the portrait, and thought intently.
Zhao Xiangwan thought Zhu Kang's idea was too bold: "People's faces change over time. Different growth environments and different living habits will change people's faces. As the saying goes, your appearance thirty years ago was given by your parents, and your appearance thirty years later is given by yourself. How can you draw such a long time span from six to thirty-four years old?"
Ji Zhaochong stretched out his hand to Qiao Hongyu, motioning her to return the sketchbook to him.
Ji Zhao's pupils were dark and shining. Although he didn't say anything, he had an aura that made people obey him involuntarily. Qiao Hongyu handed the sketchbook to him reluctantly.
Ji Zhao frowned slightly and looked at the six-year-old girl on the paper.
The child's bone structure has not yet been finalized, and her development direction is actually very variable.
If you often eat snacks, your mandible will often move, which may cause your masseter muscles to develop and make your cheeks square.
Some children, out of curiosity and the desire to imitate others, may like to frown, squint, and pout. In this way, overactive facial muscle movements can cause wrinkles on the skin that are difficult to eliminate, thus affecting their appearance.
If you often breathe through your mouth, the inhaled air will impact the hard palate. Over time, this will cause the hard palate to deform, causing the chin to retract and the upper lip to curl upward.
…
Although eyebrows, eyes, nose, etc. will not change much, it is indeed very difficult to infer what a child will look like 28 years later based on a portrait of a six-year-old.
This was the first time Zhao Xiangwan saw Ji Zhao so serious. Thinking of his former seclusion, he whispered, "Don't force yourself. If it's too difficult, then don't paint it. Now that we have the name and the portrait of him when he was six years old, we can slowly ask him and we will eventually find out."
Ji Zhao still said nothing, just stared at the portrait with a frown.
Countless images flashed through his mind.
From children to teenagers;
From adolescence to youth;
From single to married;
From pregnancy to motherhood.
Countless lines and images flashed through my mind.
The hardships of life will leave marks on your face.
The hardships of time will be expressed through appearance and body shape.
Zhu Kang's words ignited what Ji Zhao had been thinking and pondering.
At this moment, Ji Zhao is like a high-speed computer, immersed in the subtle relationship between time and portraits.
Women who live a happy life have clearer eyebrows and eyes.
The woman whose edges were smoothed by hardship, wrinkles crept up on her forehead;
The woman who dares to fight has a more resolute look;
A timid and cowardly woman has wandering eyes, hunched shoulders and neck, and always seems to lack confidence.
Character determines destiny. Even if the marks of time change one's appearance, there will always be traces to follow.
At this moment, Ji Zhao is trying his best to grasp this "trace"!
Ji Zhao was in deep thought for a long time, even closing his eyes.
Zhu Kang was a little nervous and looked at Zhao Xiangwan: "Am I forcing him?"
Zhao Xiangwan raised his hand and gently placed it on the back of Ji Zhao's hand.
The skin touched, and a warm and delicate touch came over him. The scene in Ji Zhao's heart was transmitted to Zhao Xiangwan's mind.
Countless images flashed by quickly, and Zhao Xiangwan felt dizzy.
But wait!
The images in Ji Zhao's mind slowed down. Everything slowed down, slow enough for Zhao Xiangwan to see clearly.
A six-year-old girl, wild, vigorous, smart, and unwilling to be constrained;
She is growing up slowly.
The round face gradually becomes longer;
The facial features began to change.
She began to grow and her figure changed.
She was pregnant with a little life and started to gain weight.
Her face gradually developed spots and wrinkles.
The picture finally freezes.
Ji Zhao's eyes opened, and their brilliance was sparkling, as bright as the stars in the sky.
Thinking of the last scene she saw, Zhao Xiangwan's eyes were filled with emotion and her heart beat fast.
——Ji Zhao, you are really amazing!
——He was the first to add a timeline to criminal portraiture.
——He crossed the long river of time and painted a portrait of her as an adult through a portrait of a six-year-old child.
At this moment, Zhao Xiangwan's heart was filled with emotion, deeply moved.
Ji Zhao picked up the pen, placed the sketchbook on his knees, and began to draw the portrait.
When Ji Zhao is concentrating, even the collapse of mountains and the crack of the earth will not affect him.
Everyone held their breath, staring at his every move with sharp eyes.
In the living room, the only sound was the sound of charcoal falling on paper.
Rustle, rustle...
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