Copying is a basic skill for those who study art, and this basic skill is very solid for many people who study painting.

But no matter how solid the basic skills are, if you don't have talent, it is also very difficult to perfectly copy one side of the banknote one by one.

However, this problem is really not a problem for Li Wen.

If the front of the banknote is subdivided, it can be temporarily dismembered into ten small pieces, as long as the ten different pieces are completed step by step, and then they are perfectly combined, then you are done.

You don't have to worry about coloring when copying, you just need a pen.

The pen can be used with an ordinary fountain pen, but the nib of the pen is particular, for example, to draw the lines on the person's head, you must use the thinnest one, but the tools are ready-made.

Uncle Xin has not been doing this business for a day or two, and the guys used for eating are all very detailed and have everything, Li Wen only needs to borrow it.

With the relationship between him and Uncle Xin, are they still divided with each other?

Li Wen borrowed Uncle Xin's No. 8 nib, adjusted the lighting, and began to copy the collar.

Don't underestimate the collar of a portrait of a person, it has more than 10,000 irregular lines and dozens of foreign letters, and trying to copy them by hand is tantamount to climbing Everest with bare hands.

But there is always no shortage of geniuses in the world, and no matter how difficult the challenge is, it is impossible for geniuses to overcome.

Li Wen calmed down, his nerves fully relaxed, and soon, he reached a very subtle realm, in this realm, he couldn't hear any sounds, including his heartbeat and breathing.

The stench of the ink gradually disappeared, and he couldn't even feel the hardness of the chair, the smoothness of the tabletop, the roughness of the picture quality, the only thing he could feel was the ten thousand, oh no, ten thousand and thirty-seven lines.

Gradually, the irregular 10,000 and 37 lines became regular.

Li Wen began to write......

When the last line was drawn, he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

Unconsciously, the lighting on the top of the workshop has been turned on, and the slanting sun shines into the window, orange and yellow, and there is a faint fragrance of rice and rapeseed oil.

"Stinky boy, yes!"

Uncle Xin's voice came from behind him, and it smelled of smoke, and his shoulder was also slammed.

"Perfect, very perfect, it's been less than a day, and a tenth of it has been done, and the rest of the life is terrifying. You stinky boy was born to do this. ”

Uncle Xin put down the magnifying glass, turned his head sideways, glanced at his own "painting" with cloudy eyes, and shook his head slightly, "Old man, really old man, the work that used to be completed in two hours is just getting figured out in four hours." ”

"Uncle Xin, are you hungry? Let's all come and eat. Wu Xiuqing was serving the cooked dishes to the table one by one.

Uncle Xin turned around and beckoned, "Eldest niece, you came just in time, come and take a look." ”

"What's wrong?"

Wu Xiuqing wiped her hand on her apron and walked over.

"Look."

Uncle Xin made an inviting gesture to Li Wen's drawing board.

Wu Xiuqing glanced at it, and hurriedly picked up the magnifying glass, "Incredible, it's really incredible, photocopier, Uncle Xin, your apprentice is really a living photocopier!" If I had been skeptical that he would have completed 'Death, the Knight and the Devil' in three days, I have nothing more to say now. How did you do that? ”

Wu Xiuqing looked at Li Wen with a curious face, because Uncle Old Bird Xin did not have such exquisite craftsmanship, and he was efficient and precise, even more precise than a machine, because no matter how precise the machine was, it could not complete the work that could only be done by hand.

There are so many things in the world that machines can't do.

"Miss Wu, you said that I was a photocopier, then I must have copied it, and the tools were my eyes and hands." Li Wen said without being salty or light.

Uncle Xin smelled a faint "smell of gunpowder" in the air, and estimated that Li Wen and Wu Xiuqing did not deal with each other, and something unpleasant must have happened between the two.

What's more, Li Wen was not only taken to prison by Wu Xiuqing to enjoy a three-day trip to prison, but also was pointed at a gun on the yacht, so it is strange that he can have a good impression of her.

"Okay, okay, let's eat, oops, I've been busy all afternoon, my stomach is almost hungry, stinky boy, come on."

Uncle Xin pulled Li Wen to sit next to the dinner table.

"Uncle Xin, you eat first, I'll serve the soup."

"Okay, eldest niece, don't be busy, eat together."

"Well, I'll be right away."

Wu Xiuqing turned around and went into the kitchen.

"Stinky boy, you have worked hard and rewarded you with a chicken wing. But to be honest, our eldest niece's cooking skills are really this. Uncle Xin gave a thumbs up, and his lips were shiny.

Li Wenzhi gnawed on the chicken wings tastelessly, and made a more enjoyable expression, and asked inarticulately: "Uncle Xin, is Miss Wu really your niece?" ”

Uncle Xin glanced back at the direction of the kitchen and whispered: "Of course not, do a full set of dramas, I usually call it that, it's not easy to say the wrong thing at a critical time, but Miss Wu can also be a person, she doesn't have a shelf, she can cook, and there is nothing bad about having such a niece." It's all fake, but as long as we all get along as realistically as possible, that's fine. ”

"Uncle Xin, what are you talking about, and you're chatting quite happily." Wu Xiuqing came over with a big bowl of soup.

Li Wen immediately buried his head in eating.

If you really treat Wu Xiuqing as a woman who can only cook, and she doesn't know how to die, the fierce eyes of the woman on the yacht and the speed of shooting are not something that can kill one or two people.

"Oh, this stinky boy said that the eldest niece, your food is cooked well, you see how fragrant his chicken wings are."

"If you like it, eat more," Wu Xiuqing put down the soup, and after sitting down, he sandwiched a chicken wing for Li Wen, but he couldn't even swallow a chicken wing in his mouth, and he had already scolded Uncle Xin, the old bastard, to death, so he liked to use honest people as a backing.

Wu Xiuqing wiped the beads of sweat on her sideburns with the back of her white hand, and filled Li Wen with another bowl of soup, "What do you want to eat, you can tell me in advance, for the next time, I will be responsible for your daily life, I know Uncle Xin's taste, I just don't know your ......"

"I don't care, I eat everything, what Uncle Xin likes to eat, I love to eat too."

"Stinky boy, are you telling the truth? I love to eat green onion old godmother burrito in the morning, do you either? ”

"I ...... I ......"

Li Wen really had no way to answer.

He can count the human food he has eaten so far on both hands, and the most important thing is that it is really unknown how many kinds of human food there are. What kind of green onion old godmother burrito, I haven't heard of it, and how to answer.