Ji Zhao sat on the bamboo chair, his long legs bent in front of him in an orderly manner, listening quietly and not saying a word. He looks really good, his skin is as white as fine porcelain, his hair and eyes are as black as black jade, and he is not as beautiful as a real person. Zhao Bowen unconsciously lowered his voice when he spoke, for fear that the loud breathing would blow him away and warm him.

When Zhao Xiangwan came back, Zhao Bowen was relieved: "Third sister, you are finally here." ”

Ji Zhao stood up.

He is tall, and he looks slender and straight in a long light gray coat, coupled with his outstanding appearance, standing there really makes the old house shine.

Zhao Xiangwan smiled: "You're here?" ”

Ji Zhao nodded, looking at her intently with a pair of dark eyes, as if to say: I haven't seen you for so long, where have you been?

Approaching step by step, the world in Ji Zhao's heart once again unfolded in Zhao Xiangwan's mind.

There is a shallow touch of sunlight above the wilderness, and the soft beige makes the whole picture more warm. The lark stood on the branch, chirping, tilting his head to stare at the sun.

The sun shines quietly overhead, and the picture is warm and serene.

Seeing this little lark, the corners of Zhao Xiangwan's mouth gradually rose.

With the sun, the snow melts and the grass should pop up.

[If you are not there, the sun will not come out.] 】

Ji Zhao's voice was tinged with grievance.

Zhao Xiangwan said: "You can draw a sun." ”

[The drawn sun does not glow.] 】

Ji Zhao took a step forward, only an arm's length away from Zhao Xiangwan, tilting his head slightly like that lark, and the graceful jawline protruding from the Adam's apple, and then retracted from the sternal fossa.

The throat is a person's lifeline, and it can only be exposed to people who fully trust it. Therefore, tilting the head conveys an attitude of submissiveness, as well as absolute trust.

——When realizing this, Zhao Xiangwan's heart warmed.

There was a smile in Ji Zhao's eyes, and the whole person seemed to come to life. Seeing this picture, Ji Jinmao finally put his mind at ease and grinned happily: "Zhao Xiangwan, as soon as you go home, Ji Zhao is a little lonely when no one speaks, so I brought him over." ”

Zhao Xiangwan smiled with a calm attitude.

The more Ji Jinmao looked at her, the more he liked it, and smiled like a Maitreya Buddha: "It's good to see you, it's good to see you, you say a few words to Ji Zhao, let him stay at home with peace of mind, and meet again when you return to Xingshi after school starts." ”

After confirming that the person in front of him was Zhao Xiangwan, Ji Zhao sat back on the bamboo chair, like working in the city bureau, seemingly far apart, but he was highly focused and ready to listen to her instructions.

Ji Zhao's appearance made Zhao Bowen and Zhao Zhongwu mumble in their hearts.

What the hell is going on with this young man? If you want to say that you like Zhao Xiangwan, her eyes are clear, and she doesn't have a trace of evil thoughts, so she sat back without saying hello; If you want to say that you don't like Zhao Xiangwan, after seeing her, she smiled, and her cold aura disappeared.

Zhao Xiangwan was very accustomed to this mode of getting along with Ji Zhao, and said softly: "Fly when the sun is out, and rest in the nest when it's cloudy." ”

Ji Zhao understood, was silent for a moment, and nodded.

Outside the door, Zhao Changxing opened his throat and shouted: "Zhao Xiangwan, Zhao Xiangwan, the city bureau called back, it has been contacted, we can go!" ”

Zhao Xiangwan walked out of the house quickly and discussed with Zhao Changxing.

"Is there a photo of Sister Yao?"

"Yes, yes, Chang Gung just found a few."

Zhao Xiangwan took the photo handed over by Zhao Changxing, and his eyes darkened.

Zhao Changxing also sighed on the side: "These are the photos." It's just that the face is too small to know if you can recognize it. ”

Zhao Xiangwan shook his head: "It's difficult." ”

Rural people rarely take pictures, and only when it is particularly important will they solemnly go to the county photo studio to take pictures. In the family photo that Zhao Changgeng just found by rummaging through the cabinets, Zhao Qingyao's face was only two centimeters in size, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

The only two half-inch small photos are the ID photos taken by the school organization when they graduated from junior high school and high school, one with a childish face and the other with a dull expression.

It is too difficult to find Zhao Qingyao from the vast sea of people by relying on these few small photos.

Ji Zhao's ears were sharp, and when he heard Zhao Xiangwan speak, he suddenly interjected a sentence and came in.

[I'll draw]

Zhao Xiangwan was overjoyed, yes, isn't this a ready-made portraitist?

Zhao Xiangwan recognizes Ji Zhao's portrait very much, a super-realist genius painter, who can restore Zhao Qingyun's portrait according to the dictation of the hotel waiter, now there are photos for reference, there are so many relatives to describe, it is definitely not a problem to paint a small portrait of Zhao Qingyao's face with a high degree of restoration.

Sending the photo to Ji Zhao, Zhao Xiangwan asked, "Where is your painting folder?" ”

Ji Zhao turned his head to look at Ji Jinmao, his eyes shining.

Ji Jinmao was most convinced by his son's expression, and immediately went back to the car to get the drawing clip, sketch paper and charcoal.

Zhao Xiangwan's description is concise and clear.

"Half a head shorter than me."

"A little fatter than me."

"There are two small dimples."

"Don't have much hair, braids."

The girl who worked with Zhao Qingyao corrected her: "No, Sister Yao loves to be pretty, and when she got to the city, she permed her hair, her bangs curled, and she had big waves, and she came to her ears." ”

In the midst of the chirping, Ji Zhao's right hand was raised lightly.

As soon as he picked up the paintbrush, his eyes became incomparably focused, and the sunset reflected them even deeper.

His eyes swept over several black-and-white photos in Zhao Xiangwan's hand, Ji Zhao's wrist moved lightly, and the pencil swiped quickly across the white paper.

But with a few strokes, a smart, playful, and somewhat wild beauty girl jumped on the paper.

Zhao Changxing opened his mouth wide with joy: "Ah, yes, yes, that's it!" ”

Zhao Changgeng stared at the person in the painting, with tears in his eyes, and choked up and said: "My Yao sister, my Yao sister......"

A group of people unconsciously gathered around the door of the hall, all of whom were villagers who planned to follow Zhao Changgeng to the northeast to save people. When I saw this portrait, I was amazed.

"This man is a painter, right? Draw so well! ”

"This beautiful guy has never seen Yao Meizi before, how can he draw so much with just one look at the photo!"

"It's strange, it's only a few strokes, how can you recognize it as Sister Yao at a glance?"

"It feels like Sister Yao jumped onto the painting by herself."

After Zhao Xiangwan confirmed that he could recognize people with this line drawing, he said to Ji Zhao: "Very good, draw two more pictures." ”

Ji Zhao cooperated with her very tacitly, nodded, took out two pieces of sketch paper from the painting folder, and drew them brush-by-brush. His movements were fast, and the two pictures drawn in the back and the front one were like copies, which attracted praise from everyone.

"Where did Zhao Xiangwan find the painter? Draw fast and well. ”

"With this portrait, as long as Sister Yao has shown up there, she will definitely be able to find it."

"This guy is amazing!"

"Isn't it? Not only is he handsome, but he is also good at drawing. Zhao Xiangwan is very good, and his friends are so good. ”

Although Ji Zhao is autistic, he has an amazing talent for painting, and he can perfectly restore the scenes and characters with just one glance, and is known as the pioneer of hyperrealism. Ji Jinmao has heard countless people praise his son as a "genius painter" and "a future star in the art world", and he knows that his son is different from ordinary people, and his reputation from the media and the art world has not lost him.

But today, sitting in this crude village house and hearing the discussion of the villagers, Ji Jinmao was a little intoxicated.

So many villagers praised his son from the bottom of his heart for his good painting! They say the son is a great lad! They didn't see that Ji Zhao was different from others! They said that Ji Zhao was very good!

The feeling of being accepted by the public is too good, Ji Jinmao's heart, which was broken for his son, seems to be soaked in hot spring water, warm, soft, and a little fluttering.

Ji Zhao didn't know that his father was fluttering here, as long as he started painting, all he had in his eyes was the brush and paper in front of him. After painting three paintings, as soon as the charcoal was collected, he handed the portrait to Zhao Xiangwan.

The corners of Zhao Xiangwan's mouth were slightly upturned, and her smile was very bright.

A ray of sunshine in Ji Zhao's inner world was even brighter, and the lark was chirping happily.

[I'm a little hungry. 】

Ji Zhao's voice had a youthful sense of youth, which made Zhao Xiangwan listen very relaxed, without a trace of oppression.

Zhao Xiangwan handed over the portrait to Zhao Changxing for safekeeping, and happily rolled up his sleeves: "I'll cook sweet wine for you to drink eggs." ”

Zhao Xiangwan, who is used to housework, is more capable than her eldest brother, she took out a clay pot and simmered on the coal stove, threw a handful of red dates, longan, and brown sugar, and after the sugar water boiled, add rice wine and beaten eggs, and a can of sweet and nutritious sweet wine to wash the eggs.

There are egg flowers washed away by boiling water floating in the sweet tea, yellow and clear, golden, and fragrant, Ji Zhao took the tea bowl, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked.

Zhao Xiangwan instructed him: "Blow it first and then drink, be careful of burning your mouth." ”

Ji Zhao blew according to his words, approached the edge of the bowl and took a small sip gently, making a "silk-" sound.

Hearing this voice, Ji Jinmao's eyes suddenly turned red, and he almost burst into tears.

For so many years, I don't know how many experts, doctors, and professors I have consulted, all of whom say that Ji Zhao is a developmental disorder and there is no way to cure it, and the symptoms can only be alleviated through appropriate intervention. He was already desperate and resigned himself to his fate, but he didn't expect God to send Zhao Xiangwan to make Ji Zhao more and more normal.

Ji Zhao can now correctly understand Zhao Xiangwan's words, accurately carry out her orders, and give positive feedback between actions - if this had been placed before, Ji Jinmao would not even dare to think about it.

Ji Zhao's performance won the respect of the villagers, Zhao Changxing took the tea bowl handed over by Zhao Xiangwan, sat down and talked to him: "Are you a painter?" ”

Ji Zhao didn't give him one, lowered his head and drank sweet tea, ignoring it.

Zhao Changxing was a little embarrassed, and Zhao Xiangwan introduced: "His name is Ji Zhao, and he is the portraitist of our city bureau, he is more introverted and doesn't like to talk. ”

"Oh!"

Zhao Changxing was even more awe-struck when he heard this, and Ji Zhao's coldness was also interpreted by him as the unique arrogance of a genius, "It turned out to be a police officer from the Public Security Bureau, powerful, powerful." ”

Hearing their conversation, Ji Jinmao's heart was full of gratitude to Zhao Xiangwan. She knows how to protect Ji Zhao outside, and she knows how to make others accept Ji Zhao's existence. Here, no one thinks that Ji Zhao is the stupid son of the landlord's family, and no one looks at him with strange eyes.

Smelling the aroma of sweet wine and hearing the excitement outside, Qian Shufen finally couldn't bear it anymore and got up from the bed. As soon as he walked into the hall, his eyes were attracted by the corner gifts, and he couldn't help but gasp: Who is this person? How can you give such a valuable gift?

Approaching with a smile, Qian Shufen bent down to pick up the red paper bag placed on top, muttering in her heart: It looks a bit like the packaging of the old Fengxiang gold shop in the county, it can't be really gold, right?

Zhao Bowen coughed and stopped his mother's actions with his eyes. Zhao Zhongwu reacted faster, stepped forward quickly, grabbed her arm with one hand, and snatched the paper bag with the other, and said in a low voice: "This is the third sister's thing, don't move!" ”

Ji Jinmao saw Qian Shufen coming out of the back room wrapped in a towel, and estimated that it should be Zhao Xiangwan's mother, and was about to get up to say hello, but was stopped by Zhao Xiangwan: "Don't worry about her." ”

Ji Jinmao was a little confused, but he reacted quickly, and as soon as his butt left the chair, he immediately stuck it back.

Zhao Changxing is now very convinced of Zhao Xiangwan, and naturally he will not let Qian Shufen take advantage of her again, and raised his voice and said, "Sister-in-law Qian, don't forget the decision made in the village just now. ”

Qian Shufen laughed dryly: "I, I just see, you are busy, you are busy." Looking at the piles of gifts, Qian Shufen's heart seemed to be tormented in an oil pot. If you are a little better to the third sister, these things are your own!

Qian Shufen's arrival made the originally lively scene suddenly dull.

Zhao Zhongwu sent her back to the house, gritted his teeth and taught a few lessons: "Since you only have the fourth sister in your heart who has no conscience, then don't take advantage of the third sister." When you come to the guest, you pretend to be dead, but you are very positive when you take the gift, Mom, you are shameless, we have to be a son to be face. ”

Qian Shufen's face turned red, and she sat on the edge of the bed, so angry that she didn't say anything for a long time.