Like, so similar

After listening to Lin Yuan's analysis, the few people present were all shocked.

They looked at him with disbelief.

Huang Jiao even covered her mouth and exclaimed, "Oh my goodness... is this what they call the legendary..."

Lin Yuan smiled faintly, "That's right, drawing an old man from a three-year-old."

When the netizens in the live stream heard this, they instantly erupted.

Lin Yuan actually knew this drawing technique, which they had only heard about on TV?

One should know that this was a professional skill of forensic sketch artists.

They could draw the appearance of a murderer from extremely subtle details.

However, such people were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns; many had never even heard of them.

And the legendary 'drawing an old man from a three-year-old' was an exclusive skill of forensic sketch artists.

Lin Yuan had just said he would help the woman draw what her child looked like now—wasn't this exactly 'drawing an old man from a three-year-old'?

Huang Jiao was stunned; she had thought Lin Yuan only knew how to draw.

Who would have thought he would drop such a bombshell right away!

As a fan, she was already impatient to see the legendary 'drawing an old man from a three-year-old'.

She volunteered, "Wait for me, I'll go to the front desk and get a drawing board and other art supplies."

After saying that, she grabbed her bag and quickly ran towards the door.

In less than five minutes, she reappeared before everyone.

Huang Jiao, panting, held a drawing board with a sheet of paper attached and several pencils in her hand.

But behind her, dozens of people had followed.

This made Lin Yuan bewildered.

Why did so many people suddenly appear after one trip?

Huang Jiao put down the drawing board and explained with a smile, "They heard someone was going to do 'drawing an old man from a three-year-old' and all wanted to come and observe."

Lin Yuan smiled helplessly, found a chair, sat down, rested the drawing board on his left leg, and held it with his left hand.

He held the pencil in his right hand and carefully observed the child's photo.

The atmosphere in the room was a bit tense; many people were whispering, afraid of disturbing Lin Yuan's drawing.

Clearly, some of them had recognized Lin Yuan.

In an instant, the onlookers directly erupted into excitement.

Not only did they see a legendary figure with their own eyes today, but they could also watch him draw—this art exhibition was truly worth it.

Just then, Lin Yuan moved.

While drawing, he murmured, "The brow bone is prominent and slightly above the center, so he will have slightly downturned eyes when he is an adult."

After saying that, he immediately put pen to paper and drew the eyebrows and eyes on the drawing board at the fastest speed.

"His nasal bone is low, and his nostrils are not large."

He then drew the nose.

"His lips are full and parallel, with the upper lip thinner than the lower."

Then he drew the lips.

"The angle between his cheekbones and jawbone is relatively small, so his face shape will be somewhat square when he is an adult."

As the strokes fell, a square facial outline appeared on the white paper.

At this point, all of the child's adult facial features, except for the ears, had been drawn.

Everyone was stunned!!

In just a few minutes, a rough human face was drawn.

Although they didn't know if this was truly what he would look like as an adult, his sketching skill alone was enough to show that Lin Yuan was not a beginner artist.

The Photographer stood by, asking in surprise, "Is that all?"

Lin Yuan smiled and shook his head, "No, I just drew a basic outline."

"I'm thinking about what his life trajectory might be like."

"If he had a very difficult life, he would probably be very thin, with tired eyes, and his entire expression would be weary."

"If he had a good life, his complexion would probably be rounder, and his eyes would have a light..."

As he pondered, Lin Yuan inadvertently saw the previous drawing of the child again.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him.

He held the pencil and continuously deepened the shadows.

Shashasha~~

At this moment, no noise could be heard in the art exhibition.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the pencil on the drawing board.

Just now, Lin Yuan suddenly thought of the child's eyes in that painting.

Perhaps the kidnapped child's feelings were the same as his.

Full of hope, yet tinged with despair.

Unable to find his parents, his life must not have been very good.

A melancholic person naturally wouldn't grow very fat.

Lin Yuan combined all these points, and his strokes were as if divinely guided.

In less than five minutes, a complete portrait of a melancholic adult appeared on the drawing board.

For the final hairstyle, considering modern aesthetics, Lin Yuan directly drew a short buzz cut.

When the last stroke fell.

Lin Yuan slowly stood up and handed the drawing board to the middle-aged woman, saying with a smile, "Although I can't guarantee it's exactly the same, I imagine there's at least a 30% similarity. You can use it as a reference."

Upon hearing this, the woman eagerly and excitedly took the drawing board.

Looking at the portrait on it, her hands trembled uncontrollably, and tears flowed out involuntarily.

At this moment, regardless of whether the portrait on the drawing board was her son or not.

In her heart, this was her son.

The netizens in the live stream watched Lin Yuan draw the entire time and were dumbfounded.

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— [How many is this? How many things does he know? Although I don't know much about drawing, it looks really impressive. Can someone tell me how well he actually drew?]

— [Drawing an old man from a three-year-old seems easy, but it's not simple at all. I'm a senior in college, majoring in fine arts. I can tell you responsibly, putting aside whether Lin Yuan's drawing is accurate or not, just his sketching skill alone is enough for him to be our teacher.]

— [I don't believe it. If such an amazing drawing skill really existed, why are there still so many lost children in the world? Couldn't they just have a professional draw what they'd look like when they grow up and then go look for them?]

— [Drawing an old man from a three-year-old is not a legend, it's real. In reality, it's actually more exaggerated than you imagine. Have you heard of mosaic facial reconstruction? That's right, even with a mosaic, people can draw you out. So I believe Lin Yuan; he definitely isn't just drawing randomly.]

While the middle-aged woman carefully observed the painting, the scene was already bustling with noise.

Everyone was discussing animatedly.

Some found it miraculous, others found it unbelievable.

Lin Yuan merely smiled faintly at this and said nothing.

In fact, he himself couldn't be 100% sure that the child would look exactly like this when he grew up.

After all, this was his first time drawing it.

But he knew better than anyone how powerful the system's skills were.

That's why he dared to draw it with confidence.

Just then, a voice suddenly came from the back of the crowd.

"Excuse me, excuse me, please make way!"

"I am the artist of the last painting, please let me through."

A young Xiao Hu, who looked strikingly similar to the portrait on the drawing board, was trying to squeeze through the crowd.

Just now, he saw many guests gathered at the very back and curiously went to take a look himself.

Only then did he realize that they had surrounded his painting.

As the creator, he felt his spring had arrived.

From the fact that his painting was placed in the last position, it was not difficult to see how low his status was.

Now that his painting was appreciated, Fang Tian saw hope and desperately tried to squeeze in to introduce his state of mind and ideas when creating that painting.

But as he continuously squeezed his way in, it caused annoyance among others.

Someone impatiently scolded, "What kind of manners is that? Why are you pushing?"

However, as soon as the words fell, when he saw Fang Tian's face.

His eyes widened in shock, and he involuntarily exclaimed, "Oh my! How are you so similar to the person in the painting?"