He has a long face, high cheekbones, a straight nose, a normal-sized mouth, slightly thick lips, and some sparse beard on his chin, but the eyes from the nose up are blank, and he is not a complete person at all.
"It can't be wrong! This one is the most similar!"
Brother Biao said firmly: "Eyes are the windows to a person's soul! I can't forget that look in his eyes. Give me the pen and I will draw the eyes."
He grabbed the pen, pulled out the chair, sat down, bit the tip of the pen and thought for a few seconds, and then started drawing directly.
I watched him draw it bit by bit.
What is this?
The eyes are too small and have no aura at all. They are extremely rigid, like two soybeans.
Is it possible to climb like this in July?
So far, the man with the smallest eyes I have ever seen is Mr. Wu, Sister Achun’s master. He is commonly known as narrow eyes, but this one is much smaller than narrow eyes.
"No, no, no!" Brother Biao awkwardly gave up his seat and said, "You should be the youngest, what the hell am I drawing."
I drew it again and quickly finished the first eye. As I looked at it, I always felt that this face was slightly familiar, but when I took a closer look, it felt completely unfamiliar.
Draw the outline of the second eye. Once you complete this last step, the portrait is complete.
But just now.
The door of the wooden house was banged hard, and no one could get in because it was locked, but the voice was that of the leader, King Zami.
"Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!"
"Don't worry, finish the painting quickly!" Brother Biao urged with sweat on his forehead, ignoring the knock on the door.
As the banging on the door became louder and louder, his little wife's hand holding the pen kept shaking. She saw that the painting was about to be completed, but without seeing it, she accidentally touched the half bowl of oil tea placed next to the candle.
The oil tea was spilled, and half of the portrait's face was instantly stained and covered with oil stains.
Bang!
The wooden door was kicked open with a strong kick! I quickly stuffed the portrait into my trouser pocket.
King Zami brought a few strong men with him. He had a gloomy look on his face. When he came in, he shouted and questioned him. Brother Biao kept explaining to him and winking at me. I took advantage of others not paying attention and sneaked away.
"vomit!"
I hurried back and found Dou Sprout with a painful expression on his face, vomiting sour water into the basin.
""Something's wrong!
After hearing what I said, he raised his head and frowned and said, "Yunfeng, don't panic. Panic won't solve any problems. Where's the portrait?"
I took out the painting, and because it was stained with camellia oleifera, I found a towel and gently wiped the surface.
He stared at the portrait for a while, then slowly shook his head and said, "Although I'm not sure, I'm sure I've never seen this person before."
"And you?"
"I haven't seen it either."
"How is Dou Sprout doing now?" I asked.
"After taking the medicine given by the witch doctor, the situation is better. The chest pain is not so bad, but I still have nausea and vomiting. Let's wait." He turned his head and said: "If it still doesn't work, Wen Bin, set off immediately and carry the bean sprouts."
Please leave Zai and send him to Kangding Hospital. His life is the most important thing."
Brother Yu nodded and said yes.
I came out of the house and sat down next to the stone man, took out the portrait and looked at it again. Why, I felt a familiar feeling just now.
Holding a flashlight in my left hand, I raised the portrait into the air and blocked half of the man's face in the portrait with my hand.
At this moment, the man on the paper only had one eye left, and he seemed to be looking at me too.
Look at each other.
Sudden.
I stood up from the stone suddenly, my right hand kept shaking and trembling slightly.
it's him!
I suddenly remembered, I have definitely seen this person before!
And I’ve seen her twice! Let me tell you, why did I feel familiar when Brother Biao’s wife painted her eyes just now?
let me see.....
The first time was in the waiting hall of Xianyang Railway Station!
That time when I was waiting for the bus, I was so sleepy that I fell asleep. I dreamed that there was a bloody human head under the seat in the waiting room of the train station. It was a nightmare. It was this man who tapped me on the shoulder and woke me up! Remind me not to miss the bus.
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The second time was when I was on the green train returning from Zaozhuang. I had just returned from watching my sister-in-law. I left a sum of money for my sister-in-law because something happened to Brother Zhiyuan. I remember it clearly! At that time, I was lying on the lower bunk.
, my feet were stretched out in the aisle, and a middle-aged man dressed as a migrant worker kicked my legs and asked me to put my feet back. He wanted to sleep on the bunk above me.
I compared the memory in my mind with the half-face of the man drawn on the white paper.
That's right....
The similarity reaches 80%, they are the same face.
