You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 163 I am not, and neither are you!

Bai Wan sighed: "He said that it was a rare sight to see the flowers and trees falling on earth. "

Human life is a painting, bones and flesh are turbid. The sea of fire is surging, and the flames are flying.

He bent his fingers and clenched the bamboo pole tightly. There seemed to be some mist in his lightless eyes, and he sat upright.

The bamboo pole seemed to be the pen I used to use when I was twelve years old. I was originally terrified, but under the coercion of Li Simeng, I watched the sparks flying all over the sky and put down my pen in shock.

In the dark nights of that year, every once in a while, one of the Li family members would be blindfolded, tied up and sit in a carriage. The man who was called the mentor would throw a torch at the carriage, and not far away was a tea table and writing brushes, inkstones, paper and inkstone.

Among the masters of calligraphy and painting in ancient times, there were those who followed the rules, those who abandoned their own moral principles and pursued the great principle of blazing fire, and those who were treacherous, terrifying, and disregarded others.

There are all kinds of people on the road of painting.

Because back then, the people Li Simeng found were all beggars and vagrants without household registration. They died on the spot and their bodies were destroyed after death. No one cared about their life or death.

Even if he reported it, there would be no evidence, not to mention that he was only twelve years old at the time and was being raised by the professor.

Later, his paintings were confiscated and he was restricted by the emperor.

Ling Shumo was stunned, as if he remembered the hell pictures that this person had drawn before, where the pain came from. He even remembered why this person became so gloomy after becoming a court painter.

It turned out to be the case.

He gently held the fingertips of the man next to him, and felt that the man's breathing became trembling. He could not help but clench his knuckles tightly and listen sideways.

Bai Wan hugged his shoulders tighter and said, "When I was twelve, I was forced to draw the death scenes of a total of 120 people. There were all kinds of people."

This is why he has been recruiting younger brothers to keep count.

Even if I lost my memory later, I would still remember each person I accepted or saved deep down in my heart.

After six years, he had gathered more than a hundred subordinates.

Ling Shumo frowned slightly, and looked at him quietly for a long time, with more complicated emotions in his eyes.

"I just didn't expect it." Bai Wan's smile was bitter, "Among the countless people who survived, there was also his biological son."

It is unbelievable that he could do this to his own son.

Maybe Li Simeng had put Li Li on the train that year, but regretted it in the end and rescued him, possibly saving his life.

Ling Shumo looked at his lonely expression, his eyes dim and filled with endless sighs, his hands gripping tighter and hotter.

If it were someone else, they would like to interrupt Bai Wan's words, even those little brothers would always like to butt in with chatter.

But Ling Shumo was different. Since they were close friends, he would listen carefully. Sometimes he would even wait until the other person had finished speaking before giving a response.

But Bai Wan said softly: "Being a bystander or being silent is actually equivalent to committing a crime."

Ling Shumo looked at him, muttering something confusing, which sounded horrifying when listened carefully.

"You know, for people who drowned in a basin, we would use light ink to paint them purple. For people who were strangled to death, we would use rice-dot texture painting with some titanium white. For people who were burned alive, the corners of their eyes would be shaped like goose claws..."

In the past, Han Miaoran was only good at painting landscapes, and his figures were not as good as Luo Wenqi's. No one knew that he was actually afraid.

"How can an ignorant boy fight against the mentor who raised him? By confinement, food and water deprivation, or false talent?"

It's not that he didn't try, but he didn't become famous, and without evidence, no one would believe him. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so obsessed with painting the best picture in the world.

But after he achieved false fame, he had already lost his memory because of "Wanli Minyuan" and left the painting academy.

Needless to say, this person is not just a painter, but a powerful person.

He can only be stoic and tenacious, cynical, and live a hypocritical and completely divided life.

Bai Wan lowered his head and smiled: "Zi Chen, I never dared to tell you before. In addition to being a swindler, selfish and conceited, I also watched people die without helping them... I indirectly killed more than a hundred people with my writing!"

This person used all the worst possible words on himself.

But when Ling Shumo looked at Bai Wan, he found that her palms were cold and sweaty. Looking at her expression carefully, she was still smiling so heartlessly.

So, he grabbed the guy's hand and quietly wrote something on his palm. His fingertips lightly brushed across the skin, firm and burning.

What I can feel are a few numbers: twenty-four.

"What are you doing?" Bai Wan opened his mouth in confusion, then he remembered that he shouldn't ask this question.

Ling Shumo was silent for a moment, and then he put his face very close to the man, his cold cheeks warming up: "It is precisely because your heart is not as cold as stone that you feel guilty. I have also experienced this."

"You said at the time that it wasn't my fault and that I shouldn't take all the responsibility on myself."

When Ling Shumo was detained by Xuanli Kingdom during his diplomatic mission, he watched helplessly as the twenty-four members of his delegation were tortured to death in front of him.

I really understand the feeling of being powerless...

Bai Wan's lips trembled slightly, and her lowered eyelids still showed no light, but she felt something warm like light brushing against her face.

The man gave a bitter smile and said, "Actually, I was just trying to comfort you at that time. How come you believed everything I said?"

How does the saying go? When comforting others, you are very eloquent, but when it comes to yourself, you are speechless.

What's more, at that time, he hadn't even thought of this memory of Han Miaoran.

Ling Shumo looked into his lifeless eyes, leaned close to him with a gentle and honest face, and with his backhand grasped his stubborn wrist bones that were pinned to the bamboo pole, squeezing harder and harder.

He stared at Bai Wan and said, "If you feel guilty about those one hundred people, then I am also guilty of those twenty or so people. I am also guilty of not helping those in need."

He has always known that the other person is suffering, and he is just waiting for him to say it out loud. Even if he can guess it through his confidant, he doesn't want to keep guessing forever.

A soulmate just knows, that’s all.

"Your biggest mistake is not this, but your excessive self-esteem and not speaking out loud."

This can be said that even if the two people handle things differently, their choices are similar.

A sigh suddenly escaped from Bai Wan's throat.

He coughed lightly, and for a moment he felt that the tone of the man's words approaching him was much stronger than usual, and he was deeply moved.

"You think I shouldn't blame myself too much and act like a trapped animal. Li Li also needs to know the truth, instead of me taking on everything for no reason and deliberately not treating him?"

The surroundings fell silent, and they understood each other tacitly.

Ling Shumo looked calm, and suddenly turned his head to kiss the left eye cheek of the person next to him: "In the Saha world, there has never been a perfect person. I am not, and neither are you!"

The moonlight fell on the two of them, and the originally cold light gradually brightened, reflecting the handsome faces of the two men.

Although Bai Wan's eyes were dull, he actually felt much more relieved.

What a pity!

It was hard to see Zichen saying these words to comfort others or actively kissing him.

Only this person can understand him...