Yihshyong cast a glance at Pyngher. The man didn’t say anything about what Gongshi just said. He had finished drawing. He put the sketch on the table.
“It’s finished!” Chioujen shouted so loudly. “This is exactly what I remembered!” He pointed to the picture on the table.
I’ve never seen Chioujen so excited like this. Today was absolutely amazing!
Iren, Jinqkang, and Gongshi turned their heads towards Chioujen.
“Mr. Pyngher is great. Can draw so fast.” Iren gave a thumbs up.
“Is there something missing?” Chioujen asked for Iren’s consideration.
“It’s similar to the girl we saw earlier. But I think there are a few things I should add,” said Iren.
Yihshyong inched to see the mysterious girl’s face painted on the paper.
“Shyongge, what do you think?” Iren asked.
"So this is her face. So beautiful!" Yihshyong nodded. He rubbed his chin. "Iren, now it's your turn. You switched places with Chioujen."
After changing places, Iren immediately gave the girls’s descriptions to Pyngher. Because previously he had managed to draw the girl's face, this time there was a flash of confidence in Pyngher's eyes.
Tsaehorng didn’t brag. This person is indeed talented.
This time, they all stopped conversing. Everyone noticed Pyngher, who was drawing with such a swift movement. Every few seconds, Iren gave information about the details of the girl’s face. In less than ten minutes, the sketch of the girl’s face was finished.
Yihshyong then compared the two facial sketches. He smiled.
I can’t deny that these two sketches depict the same person. It’s just that the second face sketch is more detailed. That makes sense because Iren had seen the girl three times while Chioujen had only seen her once.
"Mr. Pyngher, you are very talented! This is very good," said Yihshyong. The two sketches were lifelike. Yihshyong seemed to see the expressions on the faces of people who were happy in the picture.
"Thank you, Sir! This is probably because I practice a lot."
“I think, next time, we should all ask Mr. Pyngher to make portraits of each of us,” said Iren.
"That's right. But we have to wait until we solve all the problems. So, the lines of anxiety will not be painted," said Chioujen.
Pyngher just smiled. He did not comment.
"Now, Jinqkang, please continue your story again!" Iren sat back in his previous place. Turned out he was still very curious.
"Yes, Sir!" Jinqkang laughed. He also seemed happy that Iren told him to tell the story.
"Wait a minute!" Suddenly Chioujen interrupted. "Did you see the license plate number of the motorcycle that was involved in the accident?"
"Yes, Sir! I even remember the number." Jinqkang replied with a very confident facial expression.
"Can you write it down?" asked Chioujen.
"What for?" Iren asked. "The police must have recorded everything."
"But we don't know yet," said Chioujen. "Besides, if it wasn't hastily noted down, two hours from now, Jinqkang would have forgotten."
Yihshyong smiled. He also did not understand what Chioujen really meant. But he said nothing.
As usual. I’m sure that Chioujen already has certain conjectures.
From his shirt pocket, Chioujen took out a piece of paper. After giving the piece of paper to Jinqkang, he looked around for stationery.
"No need, Sir! I have a pen," said Jinqkang. He quickly took out a pen from his pocket.
"Hah?" Iren shouted.
Yihshyong turned to Iren. His housemate seemed to gasp. Iren quickly snatched the pen from Jinqkang's hand. "Where did you get this pen from?"
Jinqkang was surprised. Iren did that so suddenly. Jinqkang’s face turned pale.
Now what happened? Suddenly, everyone was acting weird.
Yihshyong patted Jinqkang on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. Iren is just a little surprised. Now, please explain briefly.”
"I found it on the side of the road, Sir. Right in front of the grocery store. I think one of the people on the motorbike accidentally dropped it."
Iren showed the pen to Yihshyong. “Shyongge, take a good look at this pen.”
"This is...." Yihshyong said.
"What is it?" asked Chioujen.
"This is the pen that Shinnshiow brought with him yesterday morning when he left the house!" Iren said in a trembling voice.
Yihshyong cast a glance at Pyngher. The man didn’t say anything about what Gongshi just said. He had finished drawing. He put the sketch on the table.
“It’s finished!” Chioujen shouted so loudly. “This is exactly what I remembered!” He pointed to the picture on the table.
I’ve never seen Chioujen so excited like this. Today was absolutely amazing!
Iren, Jinqkang, and Gongshi turned their heads towards Chioujen.
“Mr. Pyngher is great. Can draw so fast.” Iren gave a thumbs up.
“Is there something missing?” Chioujen asked for Iren’s consideration.
“It’s similar to the girl we saw earlier. But I think there are a few things I should add,” said Iren.
Yihshyong inched to see the mysterious girl’s face painted on the paper.
“Shyongge, what do you think?” Iren asked.
"So this is her face. So beautiful!" Yihshyong nodded. He rubbed his chin. "Iren, now it's your turn. You switched places with Chioujen."
After changing places, Iren immediately gave the girls’s descriptions to Pyngher. Because previously he had managed to draw the girl's face, this time there was a flash of confidence in Pyngher's eyes.
Tsaehorng didn’t brag. This person is indeed talented.
This time, they all stopped conversing. Everyone noticed Pyngher, who was drawing with such a swift movement. Every few seconds, Iren gave information about the details of the girl’s face. In less than ten minutes, the sketch of the girl’s face was finished.
Yihshyong then compared the two facial sketches. He smiled.
I can’t deny that these two sketches depict the same person. It’s just that the second face sketch is more detailed. That makes sense because Iren had seen the girl three times while Chioujen had only seen her once.
"Mr. Pyngher, you are very talented! This is very good," said Yihshyong. The two sketches were lifelike. Yihshyong seemed to see the expressions on the faces of people who were happy in the picture.
"Thank you, Sir! This is probably because I practice a lot."
“I think, next time, we should all ask Mr. Pyngher to make portraits of each of us,” said Iren.
"That's right. But we have to wait until we solve all the problems. So, the lines of anxiety will not be painted," said Chioujen.
Pyngher just smiled. He did not comment.
"Now, Jinqkang, please continue your story again!" Iren sat back in his previous place. Turned out he was still very curious.
"Yes, Sir!" Jinqkang laughed. He also seemed happy that Iren told him to tell the story.
"Wait a minute!" Suddenly Chioujen interrupted. "Did you see the license plate number of the motorcycle that was involved in the accident?"
"Yes, Sir! I even remember the number." Jinqkang replied with a very confident facial expression.
"Can you write it down?" asked Chioujen.
"What for?" Iren asked. "The police must have recorded everything."
"But we don't know yet," said Chioujen. "Besides, if it wasn't hastily noted down, two hours from now, Jinqkang would have forgotten."
Yihshyong smiled. He also did not understand what Chioujen really meant. But he said nothing.
As usual. I’m sure that Chioujen already has certain conjectures.
From his shirt pocket, Chioujen took out a piece of paper. After giving the piece of paper to Jinqkang, he looked around for stationery.
"No need, Sir! I have a pen," said Jinqkang. He quickly took out a pen from his pocket.
"Hah?" Iren shouted.
Yihshyong turned to Iren. His housemate seemed to gasp. Iren quickly snatched the pen from Jinqkang's hand. "Where did you get this pen from?"
Jinqkang was surprised. Iren did that so suddenly. Jinqkang’s face turned pale.
Now what happened? Suddenly, everyone was acting weird.
Yihshyong patted Jinqkang on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. Iren is just a little surprised. Now, please explain briefly.”
"I found it on the side of the road, Sir. Right in front of the grocery store. I think one of the people on the motorbike accidentally dropped it."
Iren showed the pen to Yihshyong. “Shyongge, take a good look at this pen.”
"This is...." Yihshyong said.
"What is it?" asked Chioujen.
"This is the pen that Shinnshiow brought with him yesterday morning when he left the house!" Iren said in a trembling voice.
