Chapter 656

Chapter 656

2014-08-16

At noon, in a corner of the West City District of Shanxi City.

The row upon row of bungalows, with black and gray monotonous walls intermingled with each other, looks a little awkward, like an unfinished abstract ink painting. The streets that are not very wide are also dusty and potholes, like a piece of cheese that has been rotted for a long time, obviously not suitable for any means of transportation except legs and feet.

Any city has its bright side, and of course, there must be dirty corners. This is unavoidable, even the Mountain Creek City, which is known as the Holy City in the north, is no exception.

At this time, at the corner of a certain street, "Excuse me, does the painter Hansier live here?"

"Hansier...is that down-and-out painter. Yes, You go straight down this street, and the one on the left is the innermost one."

"Oh, thank you auntie."

"Hehe, you're welcome..."

Saying goodbye to the kind aunt, asking passers-by to pull down the fleece collar that covers her face tightly, and a long scar that looks like a centipede is extremely eye-catching... Needless to say, this is naturally just coming out of the tavern by the stream Borg.

The street is not very long and it comes to an end quickly. "The innermost left... tsk, it should be this." Borg squinted at the little dilapidated house in front of him, nodded, took a few steps forward, raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door.

peng peng peng ……peng peng peng ……

The knock on the door kept ringing, but there was no movement inside, as if the owner did not at home. But just as Borg brows slightly wrinkle, the door creaks open.

"Who are you?" The door was opened by a middle-aged man with sunken eye sockets and a thin figure, dressed in a wrinkled loose robe that had apparently not been washed for a long time, with a sleepless face. Withering sleepiness.

"It doesn't matter who I am, are you a Hansel painter?" Looking at the middle-aged man subconsciously nodding, the corners of Borg's mouth rose, drawing a strange sneer, his left hand spread out, a few The shiny gold coin had a seductive luster, "I say features, you draw portraits. As long as I am satisfied, these five gold coins are yours."

"Uh..." That's Hansi Er's middle-aged man was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and then he couldn't help but be overjoyed. Just looking at the surrounding environment, he knew that his living conditions were very bad, and he could earn gold coins just for a portrait, which was indeed a big deal for him. temptation.

Yes, art cannot be measured in money. But sometimes, artists also need money to survive.

"No problem!" He hurriedly agreed, then scratched his head, Hansier looked hesitant, "Although I never doubt my own painting skills, but...why did you make a special trip to find me? You know me This place is very remote."

What I want is remoteness...Borg didn't answer the question, but pushed the door straight in: "Let's start."

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"...Okay."

The house is messy, with paper and brushes scattered everywhere, and even the walls are painted with various patterns, which is indeed what a poor painter should have. look.

Soon, after setting up the easel, Hansel looked towards Borg with the brush in hand. The latter pinched his chin, pondered for a while, and said, "It's a young man with black hair, not long. As for the face, well, it's very ordinary..."

Here Borg is frowning Recalling that, when Hansir heard the words, he held the paintbrush and gestured a few times, but in the end he couldn't do it. He looked up helplessly and said, "Sir, please describe in more detail. For example, the appearance of the nose, the size of the lips, the cheekbones. Is it obvious...and, what distinguishing features does he have?"

"Features..." Borg pinched the bridge of his nose, his expression a little tangled, "Ordinary, very ordinary!"

"..."

"Oh, there is a feature." Just when Hansier was speechless, Borg's eyes suddenly lit up, and he stroked his palms and said, "His eyes are bigger than ordinary people's. Slim and black pupils...it's disgusting to look at."

"Slim eyes, black pupils? It's not common. Well, it's a feature." Hansier brushes slightly Move, first draw an outline, then draw a pair of slender eyes, and ask, "What else?"

"The other is... ordinary."

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The progress of the portrait painting is not smooth, but it is not that Hancil is not good enough. But at this time, Borg realized how difficult it was to accurately describe the hateful guy in his heart.

It's not that I can't remember it, the guy's face Borg remembered very clearly, like it was carved on the heart, and the pen was bloody. But remember clearly, it doesn't mean it can be expressed accurately... Oh, that damn public face!

Fortunately, Hansier's painting skills are indeed quite good. Although it took a lot of hard work, after constant gestures and discussions between the two, they finally succeeded in painting.

"hmph!" Just a glance, Borg flashed a fierce and fierce light in the eyes, coldly snorted, his fists clenched. Needless to say, from this reaction, I know that the portrait effect is very good.

On the drawing paper, the nose is not too small, the lips are not too small, the ears are not too small, the eyebrows are not too small...except for the slender eyes, almost all facial features, The parts of the face are not big or small, very ordinary and moderate. This is the legendary public face, which is the Tang En we are familiar with!

Reluctantly suppressing the inexplicable anger in his heart, Borg nodded, applauding: "Yes, I am very satisfied." He then reached into his arms in the expectant gaze of Hansel, as if he was about to take out a gold coin, but reached out But it was a dagger, cold glow flashed, poof, it simply pierced Hancil's heart.

"Sorry, your painting skills are very good, so good that I dare not let you live."

Staggering a few steps, Hansel in the eyes is full of daze and pain , leaned back, bang... smashed a few easels, blood instantly soaked a few pieces of drawing paper on the ground, twitched a few times, and then remained silent.

Glancing at the corpse on the ground, Borg was deeply exhaled, and the depression in his heart because of someone had dissipated a lot in an instant.

The remarks just now seem to be a joke, but they are actually from Borg's sincerity. In fact, when Hansel took over the business, it was destined to end like this. Later, I saw that Hansier's painting skills were really good, and Borg couldn't keep him. After all, if something happened, his portrait would undoubtedly be better...

Leaned over and took Hansier With the paintbrush held tightly in his hand, Borg did not intend to deal with the corpse on the ground. Such a withdrawn painter would know that he would not usually deal with the people around him. Only when the corpse stinks, maybe it will be known...

Pick up a blank drawing paper and sweep away the debris on the table next to it. In this bloody room, Borg pulled a wooden chair and sat down.

He pondered for a while, brushed shua shua, and murmured softly in his mouth: "Tang En, Earth Rank Martial Artist, Experienced Camouflage, Grey Cloth Armed Force...well, do you want to write this? ?"

As soon as the brush stopped, he tilted his head and thought about it. Only by showing his identity can it logically lead Tang En to join the army and go to the front line, and then decided to continue writing, "Oh , there is also a small team of Eisoan... hum, dare to smack me, Miksu, you can't run... do you want to add Joah? She is also one of the accomplices. Hey, no, I'm also living in the creekside tavern for the time being , alright alright, I'll be merciful and give you a chance, haha..."

The room was dark and the smell of blood was getting stronger, but Borg, who was writing hard, didn't seem to notice, and from time to time he lowered his voice. He muttered, or raised his head and laughed wildly, causing his body to tremble constantly... an unspeakable strange picture!

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Half an hour later, outside the Shanxi City Church.

Borg, who re-covered his face, lingered for two 3 minutes, walked to a little boy who was playing, leaned over, spread his palms, all kinds of multi-colored candies, "Kid, help uncle. Do you a favor? As long as you give these two pieces of paper to Uncle Aunt in the church, these candies are all yours."

Licking his lips, the little boy looked at these tempting candies, and the little boy sighed heavily. Nominate.

"Okay, good, uncle will reward you first. Well, take it, go."

During the daytime, the church is of course open. After receiving the reward, the little boy stepped on his calf quickly and ran into the church.

Confused and ignorant, he doesn't know what kind of heaven overflowing giant wave will be set off by the thin sheet of paper worth a few candies in his hand. Of course, in fact, even the initiator, Borg, could never imagine what kind of uncontrollable situation would come next... Maybe there is some feeling in his heart, but the slight drunkenness and the humiliation and hatred in his head have completely blinded his heart and mind. Eyes...

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