Lin Yi never hides his greed, he has done all kinds of low-level jobs, he has experienced a lot, and at least understands one truth, that is, people can't be without money.

Especially an unemployed vagrant like him, who has no money, even looks down on his brother-in-law, and it is redundant to live in his sister's house.

Therefore, Lin Yi is very concerned about whether the collected manuscripts can be sold for a lot of money.

He's not pretentious, he's short of money.

Squatting down, Lin Yi took out the wooden box hidden under the bed very carefully, then opened the wooden box, opened the package three layers inside and three layers outside, removed the layers of old newspapers that were wrapped, opened the transparent plastic bag wrapped at the end, and took out the manuscript of "Wu Song Fights the Tiger" painted by Liu Jidian.

Like a god, Lin Yi placed the sketch in front of him, and then habitually rubbed his nose.

Just as Lin Yi was about to start carefully inspecting these color drawings one last time, the accident happened again.

His keen sense of smell felt the abundant bookish smell of these paintings, and just when he was surprised, the bookish fragrance contained in the drawings was constantly surging towards his nose.

What does it smell like?

It is a rich apple scent.

The breath enters the spleen, and the aroma is overflowing.

Lin Yi was like drinking fine wine, and his whole body was soft and comfortable. He was reluctant to breathe this breath, and inhaled it a little greedily; He was completely intoxicated with indescribable ingestion, and with his eyes closed, a hand came to his mind, and that hand was very agile in drawing drawings on the manuscript paper.

The elegant wine gut, the three bowls are not on the post, the mighty Wu Song carrying the whistle stick, the shopkeeper who dissuades, the drunken staggering pace, the bright moon, the strong pine, and the strange rocky Jingyanggang......

At this moment, Lin Yi followed this pair of dexterous hands, as if he had personally experienced the color sketches of "Wu Song Fighting the Tiger", how to ink, how to write, how to outline, how to depict, one after another, one after another, all in the chest......

It was a strange feeling that he was like an outsider watching and learning, and like a painter with a paintbrush in his hand, so that he couldn't tell who he really was in the end.

……

I don't know how long it took, Lin Yi was sweating profusely and was awakened by Bao'er's cry.

Sweaty, as if exposed to the sun for most of the day, and like a day of farm work in the field, the whole body is sore; Looking up at the window, it was already dark, the last rays of sunlight had just converged, and the whole outside had become very quiet. Looking at the time on the phone again, five or six hours have passed at once, but it feels like only five or six minutes have passed for him.

Looking at the sixteen color paintings in front of him, my God, Lin Yi was shocked, the originally colorful drawings turned out to be dull and dull, wilting, as if the essence had been drained by something, showing a pale pathology.

What's going on?

My million!

Lin Yi had an urge to die.

……

Bao'er was still crying, and the old sister Lin Xue couldn't help but slap her lower ass a few times.

Wow, Boa cried even harder.

Lin Yi didn't have the heart to think about how this sketch could mutate like this, so he cleaned up and went outside to coax Bao'er.

There were colored pens for painting and white paper scattered on the ground, and Bao'er wiped her tears with the back of her hand, crying like a little tear man, and the tears fell straight down.

"Bao'er, Bao'er, don't cry, tell Uncle Sù what happened?" Lin Yi helped the little guy wipe his tears and coaxed him.

Bao'er choked up and said, "Mom is bad, Mom ...... She hit me. I don't like my mom anymore...... Woooooooo ”

Lin Yi glanced at Lin Xue, the old sister next to her who was huffing and puffing out her cheeks, "Sister, she is still a child, why are you beating her so hard?" ”

"Who made her disobedient, I just touched her when I was wiping the desk, and she dropped the paintbrush and books, at such a young age, where did she have such a bad temper!" The old lady said as she squatted down and picked up the spilled colored pens one by one.

Those colored pens have been used for a long time, and some of the pen heads are almost smoothed, and I don't know if they can be used, and some of them were directly broken by Baoer...... This kind of colored pencil costs at least a dozen yuan a pair in the supermarket, and Lin Xue is very distressed.

Lin Yi was already working hard to coax Bao'er, but Bao'er was still crying, and said in her mouth: "Mom is bad, Mom broke the painting I drew...... Woo, I'm going to hand it over to the teacher tomorrow, woo, you pay for my paintings......"

Lin Yisuan figured it out, it turned out that the problem was here, so he coaxed: "Bao'er is good, Bao'er doesn't cry, uncle loves Bao'er, let's go to the supermarket to buy a new paintbrush first, and then uncle and you paint together......"

This trick really worked, at least Zhao Bao'er's eyes were wide with tears, "Really?" Uncle, you don't lie to me? Then I wiped something I don't know if it was tears or snot.

……

Coming out of the supermarket, Bao'er was eating ice cream while bouncing around with the newly bought colored pencils, Lin Yi wanted to help her hold it several times, but she refused, looking like she had forgotten about the golden beans just now.

"Uncle, why are you so good to me?" Suddenly, Bao'er stopped and asked Lin Yi a very interesting question.

Lin Yi put his hands behind his back, was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Because I am your uncle, Bao'er is my dearest niece, and my uncle likes his niece, what's wrong?" ”

Bao'er blinked her little face with her long eyelashes, reminding Lin Yi of the dolls she had seen in the store.

"Then Chen Jiaming must also like me...... He always gave me good food. Bao'er nodded in realization, then took a sip of ice cream, stretched out her little tongue and swept it into her mouth.

"Who is Chen Jiaming? Are you a kid in your class? Which is more handsome, he or his uncle? Lin Yi quipped.

Zhao Baoer tilted her little head and thought seriously for a long time, and then said: "Uncle is the most handsome when he buys me delicious food." ”

"That means you're not handsome when you don't have anything to eat, you girl." Lin Yi picked her up and spun her around.

The little girl giggled, and the ice cream melted.

……

Opening the newly bought paintbrush and spreading out the snow-white manuscript paper, Bao'er supported her chin with her little hand and watched her uncle Lin Yi help her draw.

Bao'er's requirements are not high, the homework assigned by the teacher is my little cat, but unfortunately there is no cat at home, so I can only replace it with the kitten of Uncle Zhang, the neighbor's car repairer.

Isn't it just drawing cats, it's too easy.

Lin Yi is very confident to help Bao'er complete this extracurricular homework.

All it takes is two circles, one large and one small, and some ears, eyes, beard, and so on—well, as soon as his hand with the colored pen touches the manuscript paper, he involuntarily moves the pen like a fly.

Bao'er next to her widened her eyes and watched her uncle draw pictures quickly without blinking.

It didn't take much effort, but the painting was done, but ...... But is this a cat?

Bao'er looked at the sketch, and Lin Yi also looked at the sketch-

I saw that the painting was clearly painted with a white-fronted tiger!

This tiger was vivid, jumping on the paper, and even the colorful fur was vividly painted by Lin Yi, so that Bao'er snuggled into Lin Yi's arms and said timidly: "Bao'er is afraid, the big flower cat painted by my uncle is too scary." ”

"Uh-" Lin Yi was a little confused, he obviously wanted to draw a cat, how did he become a tiger? Also, I don't seem to know how to draw at all, and it's indiscriminate to draw a cat, so how can I draw so well?

"Ahem, I'm sorry, Bao'er, Uncle will draw you again, the painting is cute, just like the talking 'Tom Cat' on the phone......" Lin Yi picked up the brush again, brushed it, and drew it quickly.

When the new painting appeared in front of him, Lin Yi was stunned again, and he actually ...... Still a tiger!

It's just that the tiger just now was lying on its stomach, this one was standing, and even roared with its head up in momentum, which was even more terrifying than the one just now.

Looking at the familiar posture of this tiger, Lin Yi woke up from a big dream, as if he suddenly understood something, could it be that he absorbed the essence and aura of the sketch of "Wu Song Fights the Tiger", and inadvertently learned the mastery of painting tigers by Mr. Liu Jidian?

But...... Why do you only draw tigers? Can't you draw cats, dogs, or rabbits?

The truth is that he really only draws tigers, and he paints cats like tigers, and he said that in the past, when he tried to draw dogs, he still drew tigers, well, there were tigers, but when he drew rabbits...... It turned out to be a tiger.

Drawing a rabbit can be drawn as a tiger, and the gap is too big.

I watched my dear Bao'er waiting for her to draw a cat on the sidelines, but unfortunately she was a tiger and a tiger appeared endlessly.

Seeing that Bao'er's eyes were red and tears were about to fall again, Lin Yi was out of options, knowing that he couldn't help with this extracurricular homework tonight, so he said, "Bao'er, why don't we stop painting first, and just catch Uncle Zhang's cat next door and hand it over to your teacher?" ”

With a "wow", Bao'er finally cried.