She thought that filigree inlay was the most commonly used technique in ancient jewelry, so why not apply this technique to jewelry?
After repeated consideration, I drew and tore, tore and drew again, and finally finished it.
The coiled dragon ring bracelet is made of pure gold and features a hollowed-out craft. It holds a long chain in its mouth, which connects to the ring on the middle finger.
The ring is also made of pure gold, but in order to prevent the design from being too complicated and cumbersome, the ring has been reduced to just dark patterns.
The chain is wrapped around the wrist several times. The chain is very thin and does not look thick. Instead, it has a unique beauty.
At the end of the chain, there is a small hook made of pure gold, which can be perfectly buckled with the small ring on the armlet.
It is both beautiful and prevents slipping.
The dragon tail on the armlet is connected to the plain armlet on the other side, and the retractable chain floats behind the back like a cloak, but adds a touch of fairy spirit even more than a cloak.
After she finished drawing, she threw down her brush, closed her sketchbook, and said happily:
"I've finished it."
Pei Zhiting posed for hours.
"Jiaojiao, can you let me put on my clothes first?"
"No. Do you know what the greatest sincerity between a painter and a model is?"
"What is it?"
“…”
"If you like a work, just like her work. Don't delve into the creator herself or the process of her creation. That will make you feel uncomfortable with her work."
"Why?"
"Most painters lose their soul during the creative process, but they are eager to complete the work. What should they do?"
"This requires the cooperation of the model."
"How do we cooperate?"
“…”
There were easels, paints, chairs, and a lot of other things in the studio, so Pei Zhiting cleared out a space.
“…………”
When Zhang Yan called Song Xijiao, she was carving wax patterns in the factory. She put down what she was holding and walked out of the workshop.
"real?"
"Really, are you free? If you are free, come to the police station."
Song Xijiao first put the wax model, which had taken shape, into a drawer and locked it.
She took off her apron, sleeves, gloves, and mask, went to the bathroom to wash her hands, dried them in the dryer, tidied her appearance, went back to the office to get her bag, and told Pei Zhiting that she was going to the police station.
Zhang Yan and Xu Yanzhou used to pee and play in the mud together. Due to his parents' job changes, he moved twice and lost contact with Xu Yanzhou. Later, after becoming a policeman, he unexpectedly reunited with Xu Yanzhou. Since then, the two have been in contact and often go out for drinks and meals together.
“…………”
When Li Sha saw Song Xijiao wearing a pair of Hermès shoes, she complained to Zhang Yan in private.
Lisa taught him how to recognize logos.
Zhang Yan poured a glass of water for Song Xijiao. He stared at her intently. The watch on her wrist was worth nearly 800,000 yuan, and the bag she casually placed aside was worth nearly 300,000 yuan.
Zhang Yan had a vague guess in his mind.
No way.
I don’t think so.
People often discuss that when I have money, I will buy Patek Philippe, the king of watches, and Piaget, the queen of watches...
Zhang Yan also wanted to buy one of these watches when he had enough money, and wear a different one every day.
And buy one bag from each of these high-end brands and give it to Lisa. She can carry whichever one she wants.
He licked his lips and said nervously, "Miss Song, excuse me, are the jewelry and watch you are wearing real?"
"Ah? Why do you ask this, Officer Zhang?"
Although she was puzzled, she still answered truthfully, "My husband is a VIC customer of all major brands, whether it's haute couture or high-end luxury. Every season, the major brands will send their catalogs to our home, allowing us to choose. They will then send them back to our home for us to try on. If they fit, we keep them, and if they don't, we return them. If we shop, there's no chance of buying fake or off-brand goods."
Depend on.
Zhang Yan couldn't help but swear.
He swallowed hard and said with difficulty: "So what does your husband do for a living?"
"I'm in the jewelry business, and my husband's group is involved in multiple areas, including real estate. He's mainly responsible for real estate and investment."
Hold.
He couldn't help but swear again.
Song Xijiao sat obediently on the chair, with her hands on her knees, her back straight, sitting upright, and looking down at her watch.
"Excuse me, Officer Zhang, my husband is coming to pick me up soon. Regarding the case..."
"Ah, that's it..."
Zhang Yan handed her the document.
"Here's the evidence you want."
Song Xijiao opened the document and found a confession.
She read it quickly and sneered.
"Mr. Zhao is so cruel."
Zhang Yan took the document and began to talk about what he had investigated.
"According to our investigation, your grandmother, Ms. Tian Xiu'e, died of chronic drug poisoning. This type of drug can cause a person to become confused and hallucinate, leading to madness. After the drug enters their internal organs, they die of organ failure."
"This type of chronic drug hasn't been documented yet, and we couldn't find any relevant information. We asked an expert, and they said it's still in the experimental stage and isn't available on the market. So we reasonably suspect the person who took it is related to the person who developed it."
Zhang Yan paused, picked up the thermos, unscrewed the lid, took a sip of wolfberry chrysanthemum tea, moistened his throat, and continued:
"Also, this medicine is very strange. When added to food, it will mask the taste of the food, making it unnoticeable. However, it will make the food taste very bitter, thus losing your appetite. This explains why your grandmother's taste became very strong a month before she died. She would add a lot of salt and chili to every dish, because salt and chili can mask the bitterness."
“…………”
“…………”
After Song Xijiao left the police station, Zhang Yan sat at his workstation and was distracted. Li Sha called him several times, but he didn't hear.
"Brother Yan, Brother Yan."
Seeing that he was in a daze, Li Sha stretched out her hand and waved it in front of his eyes. He still did not respond. Li Sha then walked to his side and saw that he was staring at the direction where Song Xijiao left.
Li Sha's heart skipped a beat and she shouted tentatively.
"Brother Yan."
Zhang Yan said solemnly, "Shasha, tell me honestly, do all women like the type of person like Song Xijiao's husband?"
Li Sha was stunned for a moment and said, "What type of husband is Song Xijiao?"
"Just, tall, handsome, and rich."
Li Sha was amused by his description. She unconsciously imagined Zhang Yan's face in her mind, blushed slightly, and said:
"Most women don't like short, ugly, and poor men."
"Fuck." Zhang Yan scratched his hair in annoyance.
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