By the time I left the museum, the snow had stopped, but the wind was stronger, blowing like a knife on my face.

Li Wen pulled down his hat and covered his ears all the way, and lifted the scarf up to cover his face as much as possible, so that the cold wind would hurt his face a little, because the creator god also wanted face.

He clamped the physical photograph of "Death, the Knight and the Devil" in an iron clip in the back seat of the car and tied it with a string.

There was no one on the road, not even the homeless man who was squatting and begging.

Loneliness strikes me again.

He hates loneliness, so he speeds up his pedaling.

The streetscape regresses quickly.

Soon the clock shop was in sight.

"Uncle Xin, I'm back."

Li Wen walked into the store.

"Stinky boy, hurry up and close the door, you want to freeze to death!"

Li Wen hurriedly closed the door, and the cold wind was blocked by the door, and the room suddenly warmed a lot.

"Here, stinky boy, warm up with a cup of hot water."

"Thank you."

When I take a sip of hot tea, the abdomen is warm, and the cold in my body is gradually dispelled.

Li Wen took off his hat.

"Stinky boy, what did you bring back?" Uncle Xin pushed the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose with a curious expression.

"Uncle Xin, don't worry."

Li Wen took off his scarf, took the drawing board clipped under his armpit to the desk, and spread it out.

Boom!

When he saw the physical photo on the drawing board, Uncle Xin almost didn't stand firm.

"Stinky boy, are you crazy?! Do you know what this painting is? ”

Uncle Xin's saliva almost sprayed on Li Wen's face, and there was a smell of smoke.

"I know, Steve said it was 'Death, Knight and Devil.'"

"Do you know the origin of this painting? It was painted by the famous painter Dürer in 1513, 1513! ”

"So what?"

"So what?" Uncle Xin shook his head, looked at Li with hatred and asked, "1513, how many years ago?" If you are good at mathematics, it shouldn't be difficult to figure out, but if you want to copy a painting that is so old, you really take everyone for a fool? ”

"Of course I didn't." Li Wen said calmly: "But I know that as long as anything can be done to the extreme, to be unparalleled, then the fake can also become true." ”

"You ......" Uncle Xin looked at Li for a long time, "Okay, you stinky boy, I can't talk about you...... So how much does Steve make him? ”

"A thousand dollars."

"It's only a thousand dollars?!"

"yes, a thousand dollars."

"What do you do for a thousand dollars?! You've got a bad head, right? It's better to change to a less difficult one, then the money will be ...... faster."

"Uncle Xin, please let me try it." Li Wen's expression was resolute.

He didn't want to finish the painting because he wanted to get much paid.

He just wanted to get an opportunity, an opportunity to get on the stage of life and possibly get in touch with the real body of the "painter" of the original play.

"Stinky boy, you...... Alas...... Whatever you want......" Uncle Xin shook his head and ignored him.

This stinky boy obviously has the ability to inherit the mantle, but he is too stubborn in doing things, and he is addicted to that female painter and can't extricate himself, otherwise with his ability, his achievements will definitely not be more than the current point where even making ends meet is a problem, and he doesn't know when his brain will be able to open up.

Uncle Xin looked at Li Wen, who was already busy with the drawing board, and shook his head again.

But when it was time to close, Uncle Xin actually saw Li Wen wanting to take the painting out of the door.

"Hey, stinky boy, what are you going to do?!"

Li Wen turned around, and his face was stained with some black oil paint, some of which were even splashed on his myopic glasses.

Li Wen raised the sketchpad in his hand, "I'm going to take it home, I want to finish it as soon as possible, I know it's not in order, but I also ask Uncle Xin to understand." ”

Uncle Xin gave him a roll of his eyes and raised his hand, "Go, go." ”

Although it was not proper to take the semi-finished products out of the store, this stinky boy was finally willing to do something practical, and it was better to say anything than to think about the female painter all day long, thinking that the female painter was daydreaming about it, and maybe turning his mind to work would make him forget her.

Li Wen clipped the sketchpad to the back seat of the bicycle as usual, and packed the other tools in the basket.

Rubbing his hands with white breath and holding the cold grip, Li Wen embarked on the journey home.

The house is on the west side of the watch shop, and it normally takes about 20 minutes to ride a bicycle.

However, there were no people on the road, and although there was a little bit of snow, it didn't affect the ride.

When riding past a convenience store, Li Wen took out a crumpled small bill and went in to buy a few packs of instant noodles and two candles.

Because of the family's arrears, the electricity has been cut off, and if he can't pay the rent by the end of the month, he can sweep away the bunks and leave.

However, he is confident that he will complete "Death, Knight and Devil" in the next three days, and the reward of $1,000 is not very much, but it is enough to solve his current predicament.

When the chain of the bicycle made the Nth scraping sound, a familiar and unpleasant smell wafted in front of me.

It was a brick-made garbage dump that was always piled up to the brim by the residents of the neighborhood.

Some have even reached the streets.

With a crisp sound, the bicycle rolled over the plastic bottle and turned into the alleyway ahead.

Although the laneway is quite spacious, it is more than enough to drive into a car, but the light is relatively dim, and there is only one street lamp at night.

In many cases, care must be taken to prevent the water that has not yet dried up from spilling on the hem of the trousers.

However, in the past three years, Li Wen has gone back and forth to this roadway thousands of times, and where it is easy to collect sewage, he can predict it with his eyes closed.

As he passed the 32nd Shoal of Sewage, he was thrown out of front right and fell to the ground with a bang.

Lee asked to pull down the brakes.

Through the faint light of the street lamp, it was discovered that the thing that fell to the ground was a box.

The box is not big, but the workmanship is exquisite, much like the kind of jewelry store that packs fine jewelry.

"Let's go! There you go! ”

After a familiar female voice, a man with flowers in his hand staggered out of the room, and the door behind him was slammed shut.

"What are you seeing?! What's there to see?! ”

The man glared at Li Wen and picked up the jewelry box on the ground unwillingly.

Only then did Li Wen notice that the man holding the flowers was very well-dressed and his hair was meticulously groomed, and it was obvious that he was a rich man.

In the eyes of rich people, people like Li Wen are naturally insignificant and can be called at will.

When passing the garbage heap, the man casually threw the flowers into it and walked away, but he didn't go far, just leaned on the luxury car and smoked, and the red bright spots flashed not far away.

It turned out that this guy was pursuing Nguyen Van Van .

Li Wen withdrew his gaze from Gao Fushuai's body, took out the key and opened the door of the rental house.

When he came out to push the cart, he saw candles lit in the next room through the window.

In candlelight, a young woman with a delicate face is painting, munching on bread while painting.

She is Nguyen Van Van .