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 adopted 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?

現在趙向晚提供了一個新思路：幫助和他有相同命運的人尋找到親人，平息內心的怨念，這讓闵成航動心了。

闵成航沉思片刻：“你要找的人，或許我知道是誰。”

趙向晚擡眸看向他：“是誰？”

闵成航道：“我是六歲的時候從羅縣慈善堂轉到星市孤兒院的，我們那一批被遺棄的孩子都姓闵，她既然是五月生的、六月扔的，那就是夏末來的孤兒院，名字的第二個字是‘家’。我們那一群孩子，平時洗澡都是脫光了衣服站在水龍頭底下洗，赤裎相見，誰身上有點什麽印跡大家都清楚。你說肩胛骨有紅色胎記，像蝴蝶的，的确有一個。”

趙向晚萬萬沒有想到，這麽快就調查出了結果。她不由得身體前傾，目光緊緊盯着闵成航：“她是誰？人在哪裏？”

闵成航說：“她叫闵家蝶，個子雖然不高，但是個狠人，經常和我打架搶東西。後來到了1967年春天，資助慈善堂的闵姓大善人去世，神父把我們分批安置。我和家槐到了星市孤兒院，闵家蝶不知道去了哪裏。”

有了名字，已經是大進展。

趙向晚問：“你妻子會不會知道她去了哪裏？”

闵成航搖頭：“我們那個時候都只有六歲，六歲之前一直在慈善堂裏生活，根本不知道外面是什麽世界，估計家槐也不會知道。不過，你們可以多問幾個慈善堂出來的孩子，說不定能夠問出點消息。”

趙向晚笑了笑：“那我讓喬大姐和你妻子聯系，沒問題吧？其實說來也是緣分，闵家槐被帶到羅縣的時候，不是給你打過兩回電話嗎？就是在喬紅玉的副食店裏打的付費電話。後來我到羅縣去找闵家槐，也是喬紅玉認出了照片上的她，給我指了路，因此我才能順利找到她們母女的消息，将雙雙帶了出來。”

闵成航的眼睛裏多了一絲溫暖，身上的刺收斂了一些：“好！你讓喬大姐與家槐聯系吧。也請替我說一聲謝謝。等我出去，一定登門道謝。”

趙向晚站起身，離去之前看一眼闵成航：“這世上，還是好人多，是不是？”

這句話，是曾經幫助自己讀書的梅心慧老師所說。正是因為這句話，才讓擁有讀心術、被親生父母抛棄、被養父母欺騙的趙向晚沒有變成一個壞人。

走出看守所，晚秋寒氣襲來，趙向晚拉緊衣領。

時間過得真快，一件又一件案子接踵而來，都沒顧得上欣賞枝繁葉茂的夏日風采，晚秋已至。

回到辦公室，祝康問：“怎麽樣？有沒有消息？怎麽沒帶我去呢？就算幫不上忙好歹也能做個伴嘛。”

或許是因為家人被害，雖然在舅舅、舅媽的關愛下長大，但祝康內心依然有些遺憾。因此聽到趙向晚要幫喬紅玉找妹妹，祝康表現得很積極。

趙向晚微笑：“真是巧了，闵成航、闵家槐兩個也是61年被扔在羅縣慈善堂，和喬紅玉的妹妹闵家蝶一起長大，只是六歲之後各奔東西，不知道她去了哪裏。”

祝康興奮地搓手：“啊，能夠活到六歲，應該現在還活着。闵家蝶嗎？喬紅玉要是知道她的消息，一定很高興，你快點打電話給她吧。”

于是，在祝康的催促下，趙向晚拔通了電話。

果不其然，喬紅玉一聽到消息，在電話裏就哭了起來：“闵家蝶嗎？這個名字真好聽。她還活着，真是太好了！我過來，我馬上買票過來。趙警官，謝謝，謝謝你。你真的很厲害！我找了二十年都沒有一點消息，可是你一出馬就知道了她的名字。你是個好人，你真的是個非常非常好的妹子。”

喬紅玉說了一大堆感謝的話，聽得趙向晚都有點不好意思，挂了電話。

一轉頭，祝康出起了主意：“向晚，讓季昭幫忙畫像啊？慈善堂的孤兒肯定沒有照片，我們可以問問闵成航、闵家槐，看看闵家蝶長什麽樣子，然後讓季昭畫出來。”

趙向晚覺得有道理。

朱飛鵬卻撇了撇嘴：“你們倆可真閑，尋人這種事，需要我們重案組出馬嗎？”

祝康說：“咱們最近不是在整材料嗎？新案子也沒下來，閑着也是閑着，幫孤兒尋找親人也是積功德嘛。”

朱飛鵬無奈地屈服：“行行行，你說了算。”

接下來，劉良駒、朱飛鵬、周如蘭、艾輝、黃元德這五個人整材料，包括龔大壯一家六口滅門大案、三村灣拐賣女案、地下賭場案、龔有霖與盧輝貪腐案……拉拉雜雜一大堆材料，都需要和羅縣公安局那邊對接，一起完成。所有證據收集齊全之後送檢方提起公訴。

趙向晚、祝康、季昭這三個，則準備尋訪當年羅縣慈善堂收養的孤兒，打聽闵家蝶的下落，為她畫像。

喬紅玉第二天到了星市。

見到漂亮得出奇的季昭，喬紅玉瞪大了眼珠子。再看季昭與趙向晚舉止親密，張大嘴誇了一句：“唉呀，趙警官，你的對象長得真好，不錯不錯，真挺好。”

她還在心裏補了一句——比祝警官好。

趙向晚沒有浪費時間，徑直帶喬紅玉到了闵家槐家。

金穗銀行分配的宿舍是五層樓的老房子，樓梯間的牆壁上到處張貼着小廣告，鐵扶手年久失修，鏽跡斑斑。

原本因為闵成航當街砍人被抓之後，銀行方面要開除闵成航、收回單位分配住房。可是在重案組的偵破之下，劉商軍夥同耿亮、龔長水等人計劃劫持銀行運鈔車，綁架闵成航威脅他的事件被揭露出來，銀行領導同情闵成航的遭遇，暫時沒有開除他住房自然就沒有收回。

可以說，闵家槐一家還能住在這棟老房子裏，多虧了重案一組的人。

對于闵家槐而言，市局重案一組，尤其是趙向晚，是她們全家的大恩人，因此對趙向晚等人的到來，表達出了最大的熱情，笑意盈盈，又是洗水果又是倒茶，安靜等待他們說明來意。

趙向晚向闵家槐介紹喬紅玉：“還記得她嗎？”

闵家槐點頭：“記得的，紅玉副食店的老板娘，我在她那裏打過電話。”

趙向晚說：“我能夠那麽快找到你和雙雙的落腳點，多虧了喬大姐提供的消息。”

闵家槐站起，深深地鞠了一個躬，眼裏滿是感謝：“喬大姐，謝謝你。”

聽到她這聲感謝，喬紅玉神情有些激動，眼圈泛紅，嘴唇微微抖動着。

【她和小妹是同一年生的，也是夏天到的孤兒院。】

【如果小妹還活着，應該和她一樣吧。】

【幸好在趙警官找她的時候，我什麽都說了。所以說，幫助別人，其實就是幫助自己，是不是？】

只不過一瞬間，喬紅玉想了很多，不過她迅速調整好心情，站起身扶住闵家槐：“不客氣、不客氣。是趙警官機敏，我只是說了知道的一些事情罷了，并沒有幫到你什麽。抓人的、救人的，都是他們這些好警察。”

闵家槐的語調很溫柔：“或許對你而言，只是舉手之勞，但對我和女兒，你就是恩人。這回過來，是有什麽事嗎？”

喬紅玉坐回沙發，雙手交叉放在腿上，急切地看着闵家槐：“我有個妹妹，61年出生，因為家裏窮養不活，所以送去了羅縣慈善堂。”

闵家槐的眼睛裏閃過一絲亮光：“是……誰？”

【是我嗎？】

【終于有人來找我了嗎？】

【她是我姐姐嗎？】

闵家槐的心跳在加速，她的內心充滿渴望，這一刻，趙向晚忽然不想聽到旁人心聲。

希望升起，卻又即将毀滅，太殘忍了。

喬紅玉見闵家槐誤會，忙解釋道：“我小妹，後背肩胛骨上有一塊紅色胎記，像只蝴蝶。”

闵家槐的心跳恢複正常，她點了點頭：“啊，是家蝶。”

【真好，家蝶有姐姐了。】

【雖然不是我的家人，但看到家蝶找到姐姐，也挺開心的。】

喬紅玉沒想到只憑一個特征，她就能準确說出妹妹的名字，不由得激動起來，一把抓住闵家槐的胳膊：“你知道她在哪裏？你知道她在哪裏嗎？”

闵家槐的臉上帶着歉意，說出來的話和闵成航沒有區別：“六歲的時候吧，我們慈善堂就辦不下去了，神父把我們分成了好幾拔，我和成航是一拔，送到了星市孤兒院，在政府的資助下長大、讀書、工作。家蝶去了哪裏，我并不知道。”

喬紅玉眼中有了淚水：“我小妹長得怎麽樣？胖不胖？高不高？像不像我？她是個苦命的人，剛生下來，媽媽就難産死了，我用米湯把她養到滿月，瘦得像只小貓一樣，後來家裏實在是沒有吃的，怕把她餓死，只好送去慈善堂。她長大了，真好、真好！”

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. She dared to fight with children older than her. She liked people to call her big sister. She didn't like to wear shoes and liked to run barefoot from one room to another. She ran very fast, her voice was very loud, and her reaction 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.

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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...