Qiao Hongyu didn't expect that she would be able to accurately say her sister's name with just one characteristic, so she couldn't help but get excited, and grabbed Min Jiahuai's arm: "Do you know where she is?" Do you know where she is? ”

Min Jiahuai's face was apologetic, and the words he said were no different from Min Chenghang: "When I was six years old, our charity hall couldn't go on, and the priest divided us into several plucks, and Chenghang and I were sent to the Xingshi Orphanage, where we grew up, studied, and worked with the government's funding. I don't know where she went. ”

Qiao Hongyu had tears in her eyes: "How does my little sister look?" Fat or not? Is it high or not? Like me? She is a hard-working person, just after she was born, her mother died of dystocia, I raised her with rice soup until the full moon, thin like a kitten, and then there was really no food at home, I was afraid that she would starve to death, so I had to send her to the charity hall. She's grown up, it's so good, it's so good! ”

Min Jiahuai's attitude is still gentle: "I only remember what Jiadie looked like when she was six years old. She was taller than me, her shoulders wider than mine, and her eyes were small but bright, and she looked at people fiercely. She dares to fight with children older than her, she likes to be called her big sister, she doesn't like to wear shoes, she likes to run barefoot from room to room. She runs fast, has a loud voice and quick reflexes......"

Listening to Min Jiahuai's description, Qiao Hongyu seemed to have a little country chick like a chili pepper in front of her eyes. If she hadn't been discarded, she would have followed her, she would run in the fields, she would cross her waist and quarrel with people, she would clumsily wipe away her tears with her little hands when she was sad, and then say loudly: Sister, don't be afraid, I'll help you!

Tears slipped down her cheeks, but Qiao Hongyu's eyes flashed with joy and nodded again and again.

[Yes, yes, that's how my sister should be. 】

She will be braver and bolder than me. 】

[It turns out that this is my sister, not only has she grown up, but she is also living so healthy and energetic. 】

With Min Jiahuai's narration, Ji Zhao's hands were not idle.

He took his sketchbook with him, took it out and brushed it up, and a six-year-old girl running barefoot in the hallway, full of life and growing like a weed, jumped onto the page.

After Min Jiahuai finished speaking, Ji Zhao filled in a few strokes and handed over the portrait.

Min Jiahuai took it, saw it, and said for a long time: "Ah, that's what it looks like!" ”

She hadn't seen Ji Zhao, and looked at him with admiration: "You, you're a painter?" How can it be drawn so similarly? Have you ever seen a home butterfly? If you haven't seen it, how can you draw so well just by listening to me? ”

Although he praised Ji Zhao, Zhu Kang felt that he also had a light on his face, and proudly introduced: "His surname is Ji, a special expert of our Municipal Bureau, a genius painter, and a famous criminal investigation portraitist in the country." As long as it is something he has seen, as long as it is something that you can accurately describe, he can draw it exactly like it, it looks like it, it looks like God! ”

Min Jiahuai let out an "ah" and was amazed, "You have so many talents in the Public Security Bureau." She handed the portrait to Qiao Hongyu: "Look at it, this is what Jiadie looked like when she was six years old." ”

Qiao Hongyu took the portrait and looked at the little sister on the picture blankly, happy and sad, laughing and crying: "This is my sister?" My little sister! She's so good-looking, kind of like me, but better looking than me. ”

Min Jiahuai looked at Qiao Hongyu's excited appearance and was stunned.

[It turns out that this is a relative? 】

[Even if I haven't seen him for more than 30 years, there are still people who remember it. 】

[Even if you just see a portrait when you were a child, you will cry a lot.] 】

[Maybe my family also looked for me like the eldest sister, but the opportunity didn't come and I missed it. 】

Zhao Xiangwan asked Min Jiahuai: "Among your group of children who went to the orphanage, did anyone contact Min Jiadie?" Or know her news? ”

Min Jiahuai shook his head blankly: "We all came here when we were more than six years old, and if we are separated, we are separated, I don't know who still remembers her." However, she still provided basic information about several people who had grown up in the orphanage, saying that she could help write letters to help them inquire.

Qiao Hongyu Qiao Hongyu hugged the portrait and didn't let go, no matter how she looked at it, she couldn't get enough of it. Hearing the conversation between Zhao Xiangwan and Min Jiahuai, he thanked him repeatedly. If it weren't for Min Jiahuai's help, she wouldn't have been able to get Xiaomei's information at all, as long as she thought that Xiaomei was still alive, Qiao Hongyu's heart would be warm.

Anyway, the little sister is still alive.

If she hadn't been sent to the charity hall, Xiaomei would definitely starve to death.

Qiao Hongyu's heart was full of gratitude at the moment, grateful to the priest of the Charity Hall, grateful to the partner who grew up with her little sister, grateful to Zhao Xiangwan, grateful to Min Jiahuai, grateful to Ji Zhao, and grateful to all the people who helped her......

Zhu Kang was infected by Qiao Hongyu's strong sisterhood, and a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, and he looked at Ji Zhao excitedly: "Ji Zhao, look, Min Jiadie's face is actually very similar to Qiao Hongyu, right?" Then can you infer Min Jiadie's current appearance based on Qiao Hongyu's appearance? If we had the portrait of Min Jiadie now, wouldn't it be much easier to find someone? ”

Ji Zhao looked at Qiao Hongyu, then at the portrait, and pondered.

Zhao Xiangwan felt that Zhu Kang's idea was too bold: "People's physiognomy will change over time, and different growth environments and different living habits will change people's physiognomy. As the saying goes, the appearance of thirty years ago was given by one's parents, and the appearance of thirty years later was given by oneself. From the age of six to thirty-four, where can you draw such a big span of time? ”

Ji Zhao stretched out his hand to Qiao Hongyu and motioned for her to return the sketchbook to him.

Ji Zhao's pupils were dark and radiant, although he didn't speak, he had an aura that made people involuntarily obey him, and Qiao Hongyu reluctantly handed him the sketchbook.

Ji Zhao frowned slightly, looking at the six-year-old girl on the paper.

The child's bone physiognomy has not yet been finalized, and her development direction has actually changed a lot.

If you eat snacks often and exercise your mandible regularly, you may have developed masseter muscles, which will make your cheeks square.

Some children, out of curiosity and imitation, may like to frown, squint, and pout, so that overactive facial muscle movements will cause wrinkles on the skin that are difficult to eliminate, thus affecting the appearance.

If you breathe through your mouth often, the inhaled air will hit the hard palate, and over time, the hard palate will be deformed, causing the chin to retract and the upper lip to turn up.

……

Although the eyebrows, eyes, nose, etc., will not change much, it is indeed difficult to guess what a six-year-old child will look like in 28 years from the portrait alone.

Zhao Xiangwan saw Ji Zhao so serious for the first time, thinking of his former autistic state, and whispered: "Don't force it." If it's too difficult, don't draw it. Now that we have a name, we have a portrait of a six-year-old child, and we ask slowly, and we can always ask. ”

Ji Zhao still didn't speak, just frowned and looked at the portrait.

In his mind, countless frames flashed.

From children to teenagers;

From teenager to youth;

never married to married;

From conception to becoming a mother.

Countless lines, countless portraits flashed in my mind.

The wind and frost of life will carve a mark on the face.

The tempering of the years will be expressed through the face and posture.

Zhu Kang's words ignited what Ji Zhao had been thinking about and pondering.

At this moment, Ji Zhao is like a high-speed computer, immersed in the subtle relationship between time and portrait.

A woman who lives happily has more sparse eyebrows and eyes;

The woman whose edges and corners have been smoothed by hardship, wrinkles creep up her forehead;

The woman who dares to fight has a more resolute expression;

A cowardly and timid woman, her eyes are a little wandering, her shoulders and neck are contained, and she always seems to be lacking in confidence.

Character determines fate, even if the imprint of the years makes the appearance change, there must be traces to follow.

At this moment, Ji Zhao is trying to catch this "trace"!

Ji Zhao pondered for a long time, and even closed his eyes.

Zhu Kang was a little drumming in his heart, and looked at Zhao Xiangwan: "Am I a strong man?" ”

Zhao Xiangwan raised his hand and gently covered the back of Ji Zhao's hand.

The skin touched, the warm and delicate touch came, and the picture of Ji Zhao's heart came to Zhao Xiangwan's mind.

Countless pictures flashed quickly, and Zhao Xiangwan felt dizzy.

But, wait a minute!

The picture in Ji Zhao's mind changed slowly, and everything slowed down, so slow that Zhao Xiangwan could see clearly.

A six-year-old girl, wild, strong, intelligent, and unwilling to be restrained;

She's growing up.

The round face gradually lengthens;

The facial features began to change.

She began to draw a strip, and her body changed.

She conceived a little life and began to gain weight.

Spots and wrinkles gradually appeared on her face.

The picture is finally frozen.

Ji Zhao's eyes opened, and his eyes were shining, as bright as stars in the sky.

Thinking of the last picture she saw, Zhao Xiangwan's eyes were full of emotion, and her heart beat fast.

- Ji Zhao, it's really amazing!

- He was the first to add a timeline to the portrait of a criminal investigator.

- He crosses the river of time, through a portrait of a six-year-old child, to paint a portrait of her as an adult.

At this moment, Zhao Xiangwan's heart was full of emotion and deep emotion.

Ji Zhao picked up the pen, put the sketchbook on his lap, and began to paint.

When Ji Zhao was focused, the landslide and ground crack would not affect him.

Everyone held their breath and stared at his every move.

In the living room, only the sound of charcoal falling on the paper.

Rustle, rustle......

Chapter 123: Hu Die

◎ Xu Bureau, wake up, Ji Zhao is still a supernumerary ◎

As Ji Zhao's brush moved, the bust portrait of a woman in her thirties gradually revealed her true face.

It is similar to Qiao Hongyu by three or four points.

It is fifty percent similar to the little girl in the painting.

I didn't perm my hair, and I tied it at the back of my head.

Not delicate facial features, slightly wide jaw.

Broad shoulders and big breasts, chubby figure.

Grinning, his teeth are not very straight, his smile is bright, and there is a rebellious smell between his eyebrows.

- It can be seen that this is a person who is not rich, but he is full of vitality.

When Ji Zhao finally stopped writing and put the sketchbook on the coffee table, everyone subconsciously let out a long breath: "Whew-"

Holding his breath just now, he didn't dare to gasp for breath, for fear that the loud breathing sound would disturb Ji Zhao's painting.

And now that it's finally finished, everyone's eyes are drawn to this portrait.