When I left the art gallery, the snow had stopped, but the wind was even stronger, slashing on my face like a knife cutting.

Li Wen pulled the hat down, covering his ears, lifted the scarf up, covering his face as much as possible, so that the bitter cold wind would less damage to his face, because the Creator God also wanted face.

He clamped the physical photos of "Death, Knight and Devil" into the iron clip in the back seat of the car and tied them with a thin rope.

There were also no one on the road, and even the homeless people who were begging were missing.

Loneliness hit my heart again.

He hates loneliness, so he speeds up the trampling.

The street view quickly retreated.

Soon the clock paving was in sight.

"Uncle Xin, I'm back."

Li Wen walked into the store.

"Boy, close the door quickly. You want to freeze to death!"

Li Wen quickly brought the door. The bitter cold wind was blocked by the door, and the room suddenly became much warmer.

"Come on, stinky brat, have a cup of hot water to warm up your body."

"Thanks."

After a mouthful of hot tea, the stomach was warm and the cold air that resided in the body was gradually dispelled.

Li Wen took off his hat.

"Boy, what goods did you bring back?" Uncle Xin pushed the reading glasses on his nose with curious expressions.

"Uncle Xin, don't be anxious first."

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

Gudong!

When I saw the physical photos on the drawing board clearly, Uncle Xin almost couldn't stand firm.

"Boy, are you crazy?! Do you know what this painting is?"

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

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

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

“So what?”

"So what?" Uncle Xin shook his head and looked at Li Wen with a grudge. "How many years have you been in 1513? If you learn mathematics well, it should not be difficult to calculate. If you want to imitate paintings that have been so old, do you really treat everyone as a fool?"

"Of course I don't." Li Wen said calmly: "But I know that as long as you can do anything to the extreme and unparalleled, then fake ones can become real."

"You..." Uncle Xin looked at Li Wen for a long time, "Okay, you guy, I can't tell you... How much does Steve offer?"

"One thousand dollars."

"Only one thousand dollars?!"

"Yes, it's a thousand dollars."

"You do it for one thousand dollars too?! Are you broken? Why not change to a less difficult one, and that would make money faster..."

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

The reason he wanted to complete this painting was not to get a lot of reward.

He just wanted to get an opportunity, an opportunity to step on the stage of life and have the possibility of getting in touch with the true identity of the original drama "painter".

"Boy, you...ah...you'll do it..." Uncle Xin shook his head and ignored him.

This brat is obviously capable of inheriting his legacy, but he is too stubborn to do things and is addicted to the female painter. Otherwise, with his ability, he will achieve more than the current situation where life is a problem, and he doesn't know when his mind will be able to get good at it.

Uncle Xin shook his head again when he looked at Li Wen, who was already busy holding the drawing board.

However, when it was closed, Uncle Xin actually saw Li Wen taking the painting out.

"Hey, brat, what are you going to do?!"

When Li Wen turned around, there was some dark oil paint on his face, and some even splashed on his myopic glasses.

Li Wen raised the drawing board in his hand, "I want to take it home. I want to complete it as soon as possible. I know it is not in accordance with the rules, but please understand Uncle Xin."

Uncle Xin rolled his eyes and raised his hand, "Go, go."

Although it is not in accordance with the rules to bring the semi-finished product out of the store, this brat is finally willing to do something practical. No matter what, it is better than thinking about the female painter who does those unrealistic daydreaming. Perhaps shifting her mind to work can make him forget her.

Li Wen clamped the drawing board into the back seat of the bicycle as usual, and packed the other tools in the car basket.

With a white breath, he rubbed his hands and held the cold grip, Li Wen embarked on the journey home.

My home is on the west side of the watch shop. It takes about twenty minutes to ride a bicycle normally.

However, there were not many people on the road. Although there was a little snow, it did not affect the cycling.

While riding by the convenience store, Li Wen took out his wrinkled small banknotes and went in to buy a few packs of instant noodles and two candles.

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

However, he is confident that he will complete the "God of Death, Knight and Devil" within the next three days. Although the reward of one thousand US dollars is not particularly large, it is enough to solve his current predicament.

When the bicycle chain makes the nth scratch sound, a familiar and unpleasant smell floats in front of it.

There is a brick-built garbage dumping site, and nearby residents always pile it up.

Some have even spread to the streets.

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

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

Many times, you must pay attention to your feet carefully to prevent the sewage that has not yet dried up splashing on your trouser legs.

However, Li Wen has been back and forth from this section of the alley thousands of times in the past three years, and it is possible to predict where sewage is easily gathered and eyes closed.

When he passed the 32nd pool of sewage, he suddenly threw something out from the front right and fell to the ground.

Li Wenle got off the brakes.

With the faint lights of street lights, I found that the thing that fell to the ground was a box.

The box is not big, but the workmanship is very exquisite, very similar to the ones that package fine jewelry in jewelry stores.

"Go! You go!"

After a familiar female voice, a man holding flowers staggered out of the room and the door behind him was closed with a bang.

"What to see?! What's the best one?!"

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

Only then did Li Wen notice that the man holding flowers was dressed very well and his hair was meticulously taken care of. Obviously, he was a rich man.

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

When passing by the garbage dump, the man threw the flowers in and walked away, but did not go far. He just leaned against the luxury car to smoke, and the red highlights flashed not far away.

It turns out that this guy is pursuing Nguyen Van.

Li Wen took back his eyes from the rich and handsome man, took out the key and opened the door of the rental house.

When he came out to push the cart, he saw through the window that there were candles lit in the next house.

Under the candlelight, a young woman with a pretty face was painting, gnawing on bread while painting.

She is Nguyen Van.
Chapter completed!