I make a living solving crimes.

Suddenly feeling a little thirsty, Chang Wei stood up with the teacup in his hand, went to the big tea barrel outside the door and poured half a cup of water back, then stopped when entering.

"Chang Wei, what's wrong?" Zhu Feihong and Chang Wei looked at each other, exploring the complex emotions in his eyes.

Chang Wei stared at it, and after a moment he shook his head and said, "Aunt, I think I was distracted."

Zhu Feihong still had no smile on her face, and she scolded: "You kid, you suddenly stood here and stared at me. I thought you didn't wash your face clean today."

"How could that be?" Chang Wei replied woodenly, and walked to Li Laifu's desk. "I remember you have a pencil, lend it to me."

"What do you want the pencil for?" Li Lai Fu said as he reached into the drawer and took out a pencil, then carefully took out a knife and an eraser.

Chang Wei did not explain. He turned back to his seat, took out the folder for taking notes, pulled out a piece of white paper, slowly closed his eyes, and pondered, thought, and recalled.

When I opened my eyes again, the hand holding the pen was drawing on the white paper.

After two physical fruits, his memory improved by leaps and bounds.

The pen is an ordinary pencil.

The paper is ordinary white paper.

The sound of the pen tip scratching across the paper seemed to have a rhythm, complementing the sound of rain outside the window.

In his previous life, he had no artistic talent, and that was not something that an ordinary family like his could cultivate. Later, he sent his daughter to study painting for a few years, but eventually gave up.

Both his daughter and he gave up.

His daughter complained about being tired, and he...had no money!

One class costs 500 yuan, two classes per week.

Chang Wei was pleasantly surprised by the sudden reward of mastering portrait sketching.

This is probably used to draw portraits of suspects?

Fortunately, he is an open-minded person. Now there are no suspects, and this skill can be used to draw something else.

On a white paper about the same size as A4, a human face gradually took shape, slowly outlining the facial features, the ends of the hair, and the blackened eyeballs with some white spots left, as if there was light.

Perhaps he was too focused on painting, and he didn't notice that Li Lai Fu and Jiang Hong Xia couldn't resist standing behind him out of curiosity.

The character's facial features gradually become richer, and gradually, a clear and vivid portrait appears on the paper.

"Is this Aunt Zhu?" Li Lai Fu exclaimed.

Jiang Hongxia glared at him and gently scolded him, "Keep your voice down."

For a petty bourgeois, painting is a beautiful art and art should be respected, even if the person holding the paintbrush is the person he hates the most.

Zhu Feihong heard their discussion, turned around and said with a straight face: "What is me?"

The two of them waved their hands quickly, "No, nothing?"

Zhu Feihong ignored the younger man's words and turned back to continue his work.

Chang Wei had put down his pen. He looked at it for a moment, made a few small adjustments, took the paper off the transcript folder, and nodded with satisfaction.

He never used the eraser once from beginning to end.

"Aunt, do you think they look alike?" Chang Wei was a little nervous.

He didn't know whether such rash behavior would offend the other party.

Zhu Feihong took the white paper with doubts, and after the first glance, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

Confused...calm, excited, that's probably what the eyes look like.

Zhu Feihong's fingertips trembled slightly, leaving a fingerprint on the edge of the white paper. After an unknown amount of time, a teardrop gently fell, leaving a faint water mark on the paper.

"This is probably my memory from ten years ago. My father wanted to beat me, but Aunt Zhu protected me. That was the first time I met Aunt Zhu." Chang Wei dragged a stool to Zhu Feihong, gently bumped her with his shoulder, and chuckled, "Aunt, does my drawing look like it?"

like.

He just looked a little younger, and the hideous scar on his face was gone.

When she was young, she didn't have the conditions to take photos. Later, when she moved to the city, she had the conditions to take photos, but she already had this scar on her face.

She herself almost forgot what she used to look like.

Controlling her emotions, Zhu Feihong put her arm around Chang Wei's shoulders and said softly with a choked voice: "Chang Wei, thank you, Auntie!"

"Hehe." Chang Wei's smile was full of pride, "Aunt, this paper is not good, and the pen is also bad. Next time I will buy a good pen and good paper, and draw a big one for you."

Zhu Feihong nodded seriously, without a trace of politeness: "Well, auntie will buy it for you, you must draw a big one for auntie."

Chang Wei could probably guess what Zhu Feihong was thinking, so he remained silent and did not refuse.

Jiang Hongxia's eyes were always on the portrait. She glanced at Chang Wei, then suddenly jumped up and ran out of the door.

"Chang Wei, when did you learn to paint?" Li Laifu leaned in behind the two of them and watched, "Your painting is really good, it's so lifelike."

"I have many abilities." Chang Wei boasted.

Wu Jimao laughed at the side: "Chang Wei, you are really shameless for bragging about yourself."

Li Laifu said seriously: "Chang Wei is really very capable. Jimao, you don't know, he taught me how to identify left-handed people today."

Wu Jimao laughed and looked at Fu as if he was a fool. "Do you need to tell whether a person is left-handed or not? Just look at which hand he uses to eat or write."

"I'm talking about judging by the knife wounds on the dead body." Li Laifu explained in a serious tone, "The victim today had his throat cut. Chang Wei knew at a glance that the murderer was left-handed."

Wu Jimao paused, hummed and said nothing.

He doesn't have this ability, but he can't say that Chang Wei doesn't have it either.

Bang! Bang!

Jiang Hongxia ran into the room and placed two bottles of Arctic Ocean orange soda on the table. "Chang Wei, can you draw a picture for me too?"

"......" Chang Wei wondered, there is no injury on your face, why don’t you take a photo?

He didn't dare to ask in front of Zhu Feihong.

Having just learned the skills of painting, he does not understand that the camera is ruthless, but people are compassionate.

"I'm wearing a police uniform. Please help me draw a picture. Oh, by the way..." Jiang Hongxia moved closer and lowered her voice, "Make my chin a little more pointed, okay?"

Maybe because of her age, or lack of adequate nutrition, Jiang Hongxia is actually not fat at all... plump, but her cheeks do have some baby fat... on her chin.

She is an obviously thin girl, but because of the fat on her chin, the photos she takes always lack three-dimensionality.

"Tomorrow, I'll buy some good pens and paper after get off work." For the sake of the two bottles of orange soda, Chang Wei nodded and agreed. Seeing Jiang Hongxia jumping out of the door, he turned around and said, "Jimao, do you want me to draw you and her together?"

Wu Jimao thought about the scene and his face suddenly turned red. Zhu Feihong beside him also patted Chang Wei, "Don't mess around."

Chang Wei curled his lips and muttered, "Coward."

Wu Jimao was a little annoyed when he saw him like this, or maybe he was angry out of shame, so he mustered up the courage to walk up to Chang Wei and slammed the table hard, "Chang Wei, if you dare to draw, I will consider you awesome."

What level of evaluation would you give for being awesome?

Chang Wei was stunned, and turned his head stiffly to look at Li Laifu, "What does he mean?"

Li Laifu scratched his head and suddenly realized, "Maybe it's a provocation?"

Wu Jimao was embarrassed. After persisting for a few seconds, he decided to give up and ran out of the door with his face covered.

Zhu Feihong burst out laughing.

These guys are really interesting.

PS: I will keep my word and update nine chapters today.

Two chapters will be updated tomorrow as normal, and one more chapter will be added when the score increases by 0.1!

If I fail to do so, I will curse myself to marry eighteen concubines!

thank you all!