After eating, Shen Anjun took out a pen and paper from his schoolbag and prepared to draw a portrait.

"Yunyun, do you remember what that person looked like?"

Shen Xingye was a little worried that his niece was too nervous to see it clearly, this portrait was very important, and if the difference in the painting was too great, it would be unhelpful.

It's not that he doesn't believe Shen Anyun, but for the sake of prudence, he still asks again.

"Uncle, I have the ability to never forget, wait for you to see it later, and you won't ask this question again."

Shen Anjun was not angry because of Shen Xingye's problem, for ordinary people, in that situation, it was possible not to see clearly or not dare to look at the other party's appearance because of fear.

But she was a little funny, didn't the uncle who proposed to let her paint a portrait before?

I'm only now worried about whether it's a little too late.

"That's okay, Uncle will leave it to you, you must draw carefully."

Shen Xingye didn't know if his niece would draw like him, if it was like his level of painting, it would be over.

But he didn't dare to say this, in case the little girl was angry and didn't paint, he would have no place to cry.

Before Shen Anjun started painting, Shen Xingye was thinking in his heart that if his niece couldn't draw it, he would ask his niece to describe the person's appearance in words as much as possible, so that if she went to a professional painter to paint, maybe she could be more like.

Shen Anjun looked at his uncle a little worried, and was not affected by him.

She first recalled the appearance of the man in her mind, and then, taking a pen, she drew the entire outline of the person on the paper.

He has a generous face, his hair is a little curly, his eyebrows look a little fierce, there is a black mole under his eyebrows, and his eyes droop a little when he reaches the end of his eyes......

She drew little by little, very carefully, without any hesitation or modification when she put down the pen, and slowly the appearance of that person was presented on the paper little by little.

Shen Xingye was quite worried at first, afraid that Shen Anyun's painting was too abstract and he couldn't see the appearance of this person at all.

Slowly, his eyes couldn't leave the pen in Shen Anyun's hand.

As Shen Anyun's pen moved little by little, he watched the people on the paper from the outline to the eyebrows and eyes little by little, and the worry in his heart unconsciously subsided.

Until Shen Anyun's last stroke fell, Shen Xingye shouted, "I know this person!" ”

From the beginning of seeing this person's eyebrows and eyes, Shen Xingye felt that he had seen this person somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while, until finally the portrait of the whole person came out, and Shen Xingye unconsciously shouted out.

"Shhhh......h

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm excited."

Shen Xingye shouted, and realized that he had lost his temper, he was such a big person, and it seemed a little unstable to be so excited in front of his niece.

In fact, it's no wonder that Shen Xingye has seen this person, no, to be precise, he has seen the portrait of this person.

The person on this portrait is none other than the fake traffic policeman who killed Zhou Ping in the hands of Wei Ming.

When Wei Ming took Zhou Ping back to the imperial capital, he was rear-ended by someone as soon as he got out of D Province and got on the highway.

At that time, the driver was called out of the car for questioning. And Wei Ming was negligent, just opened a window crack, which cost Zhou Ping his life, and later because the traffic policeman got into a car full of middle school students, they didn't dare to chase it.