The soldier had heard Nie Cong talk about what happened on the way, but he never thought that the person who drew the picture was a scruffy teenage girl who looked like a homeless person. 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. Seeing that he did not speak with a calm face, Gu Yundong knew that he did not trust him. She nodded slightly on the table 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." "Tell me then." "..." 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, and it looks like a simple and honest person. The eyebrows are thicker. , and it is 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, I would ask him from time to time, "Is that so? Should it be 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 and integrated all the facial features that Xiaobing said. Gu Yundong's movements were fast, and he finished drawing a picture in a short time. The soldier had just said that he was thirsty and took a sip of tea. When he came to see it again, all the sips of water "Pfft..." came out. "Ah, be careful." Gu Yundong hurriedly moved the paper to a distance and gave him a vicious look. Xiao Bing 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 avoiding the saliva he spat out just now, but now he raised his head to look at his shocked expression, and asked curiously, "What's wrong?" Xiao Bing murmured in disbelief, "Like, too similar, 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. Xiao Bing said incredulously, "It's like, it's like it's coming down from his face." "There is still such a painting method." Nie Cong shook his head in amazement, took it from Xiao Bing's hand carefully, glanced at it again, and 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, and he doesn't know much about appreciation. 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 was just drawn with a charcoal pen. 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."