Chapter 1447

The driver did not have an accident. When he climbed out of the car and saw Qiao Zhihe undamaged, his expression was almost crying.

He was scared to death just now. If he ran a red light and killed someone, he would have no hope in his life. Fortunately, God bless him.

In spite of Qiao Zhihe's refusal, he just put in a large amount of money. He said that Qiao Zhihe didn't accept him. He was upset.

Qiao Zhihe finally accepted the money and put it behind his head.

……

Many years later, Qiao Zhihe became a very famous painter.

He was very young and had no bad habits. He was clean and had a face that could be called a male god.

Most of all, he doesn't have a girlfriend yet.

Such a man is the dream of countless women.

His paintings can sell for a high price, but no one has ever seen him draw any portraits.

His competitors attacked him and his admirers offered him tens of millions of high prices to draw a portrait. He never paid attention to it.

No one ever knew that there was a special room in his villa that only he could open.

When the lights are turned on inside, you can see a full easel.

The contents on these easels are the same person at a glance.

Black cape, black sickle, can't see the appearance clearly.

Such images account for the vast majority.

In a few of the portraits, there is a beautiful woman with delicate appearance, but her hair color and pupil color are somewhat different from those of human beings. Even in some portraits, this person still carries a pair of gorgeous black wings.

These portraits are so vivid that the people's movements and expressions, even their eyes, seem to be transmitted through the drawing paper.

As long as you see these paintings, you can know that famous painter Qiao Zhihe is not good at figure painting, which is absolutely ridiculous.

The level of these paintings is even higher than that of several of his works, which are of high price.

Qiao Zhihe reached out his hand and gently rubbed it on a painting.

His movements were gentle and gentle, as if he were not touching a painting at all, but the owner of the picture.

"Sister death." Qiao Zhihe, who has grown into a mature man, calls her gently.

"Eleven years and three months and thirteen days. You say you have something to do and won't come for a long time. But it's a long time. "

He looked at the paintings gently: "I actually decided to paint because of you. I want to paint your face, your appearance and your movements. Of course, I'm the only one who can see it.

"I want you to be the first person I want to paint, so I never draw figure painting before I have absolute confidence, because I'm afraid that the work I drew will stain your image."

"Now, I can draw works that satisfy me. I want to show you my works. But... "

But, sister death, why don't you come back and have a look at me?

Eleven years ago, no, ever earlier.

His heart has been thinking, until he can draw her perfectly, he will take his own works to her.

He is a painter, so he expresses himself in the form of a painter.

He incorporated all his emotions and desires into these paintings.

Just take a look, you can know how deeply he has poured into the people above.

www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!