You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 177 As long as you don't drink, you are a soft persimmon

As the fingertips slide across the golden strings, the person can't help but tremble slightly.

Bai Wan's face was silent and flashed by.

Chen Xingyi looked a little confused: "Isn't Li Daxueshi the mentor of you and Lord Ling? You don't seem to care about his life or death..."

Not only did he have no reaction to the fact that his mentor was being hunted down, he was even so indifferent that it was as if he was talking about a stranger.

Bai Wan placed her hands on the dulcimer and slowly covered it with silk cloth, but she couldn't stop trembling.

"Yes."

They have raised us, taught us, and even shown us kindness.

There are also the grace of betrayal, the grace of putting to death, and so on.

His breathing gradually calmed down, and he had already paid back what he owed.

The concepts of painting ethics are different, and the way of dealing with the world is different. The grudges among them cannot be explained in just a few words...

Now the only bonds in this world are these two or three people.

Bai Wan smiled with emotion and clenched his fist in self-mockery: "We have been brothers for so many years, I can't control your business. There is no need for you to ask me such a question."

After a moment of silence, he said, "Han Miaoran can only be regarded as my previous life. Don't ask this question again in the future!"

Chen Xingyi remained silent, frowning, seeming a little anxious.

Perhaps, he could not imagine that there would be such an evil master in the world.

"I will try to draw a sample of "Wanli Minyuan". But I am blind and it is difficult to reproduce the painting in the real world!"

Bai Wan sighed and lowered his hand quietly.

At this moment, Chen Xingyi's eyes suddenly lit up. He thought that after this false news of death was spread out, there would be no intention to copy the painting.

"Boss, can you really copy it?"

Bai Wan patted the man on the shoulder and said generously: "In fact, I never paint the same content again, because my mood is different at that time. But..."

He dimmed his eyes a little: "I'm afraid everything will happen again."

Chen Xingyi didn't understand what he said, he just felt that there seemed to be hope in his heart.

this moment,

Speaking of it again, the tone changes from gloomy and sad to serious and determined.

He suddenly felt that Bai Wan was becoming less and less like the ruffian he used to be in Baiyun City.

Of course he doesn't know.

After the kiln fire incident, Bai Wan learned that the imperial court was sending doctors from all over the country to the capital to make the elixir of life.

It was as if we had seen the beginning of the people's miserable lives...

Originally, that painting was not a strange painting to strangle officials, but was used to appeal to people's conscience...

……

Qingsong Inn.

Wave lightly under the moon, and play with the painting.

In the past, Bai Wan only painted six subjects every day and never slacked off. Even if he encountered a busy schedule, he would finish it by the early morning.

Now, in addition to learning the chess game, there is also a yangqin rhythm, which is much more difficult.

The medicine boy named Xiao Shitou looked at this strange man. It would have been fine if he was blind, but he liked to do things that others would never do, squeezing his time infinitely.

After delivering medicine to Ling Shumo during the day, he learned to play the yangqin from him, and at night he had to catch up on painting and chess. He even had a sample of "Wanli Minyuan"...

Even if you are sharpening a sword, you cannot torture yourself like this.

The man is doomed before his eyes are healed.

Chen Xingyi, who was behind the door, went to the toilet in the middle of the night and was startled by the light. He could not help but walk to the medicine boy who came here for the same reason.

"What time is it? Why is the boss still painting?"

Someone beside him whispered: "Ugly hour."

"I was wondering why I kept watching the lights on for days on end. It turned out that it was already Chou Hour every time, but I couldn't fall asleep."

The afterglow of the nebula gradually faded away, and in the candlelight, it seemed as if someone was holding a pen tirelessly.

Previously, Bai Wan had roughly mentioned that he would try his best to redraw the sketch of the picture while being blind, and the difficulty of this can be imagined.

Chen Xingyi asked quietly: "You are a doctor, have you never advised me?"

Little Stone bit his lower lip and spread his hands: "He said he would go to sleep right away."

The person on the other side understood immediately that the so-called "immediately" in Bai Wan's mouth was like a silver note without the seal of Dayingbao, which was worthless.

It's useless to say it.

He suddenly became very curious.

If Ling Shumo and the painting he was so proud of fell into the water at the same time, who would Bai Wan save!

hard to imagine.

One person, one painting, how will you choose.

Chen Xingyi only felt that in the candlelight, Bai Wan's appearance was too struggling, like a blind snake fighting with a sword.

In the end, he had no choice but to straighten himself out and decide to ask the only person who would listen to him.

After just a few words of warning, Ling Shumo's face turned gloomy.

In the past few days, in order to recuperate well, Ling Shumo always went to bed after drinking medicine. He often saw Bai Wan coming and going in a hurry and could not bear to ask more questions.

"I'll persuade you!"

He stood up, walked to the guest room where Bai Wan was, and stared at the people walking in front of the candle.

The red color was lightly scattered, and he fumbled with the brush in hesitation. The man in front of him looked extremely serious... It made his heart tremble and his eyes brightened.

As expected of Yuebai, underneath the ruffian-looking exterior, he is still the kind of person who likes to push himself.

However, when I came to my senses, I felt worried.

I don’t know if it’s because of that incident in the kiln, but now I practice more diligently, and sometimes I even forget about my lover.

Ling Shumo quietly walked to the side of this person, looked at him calmly, and raised his hand slightly.

Chen Xingyi, who was standing by, thought that he was just going to stop him from using the pen, and finally persuaded him to stop.

Unexpectedly, Ling Shumo spread out the rice paper, picked up the brush from the pen holder at random, and started writing.

The two people walked side by side, as if neither would disturb the other.

In fact, because Bai Wan was too focused, he didn't even notice that there was an extra person not far away from him.

"Forget it, let these two people live with calligraphy and painting! Even after they die, they will be buried among the four treasures of the study."

Chen Xingyi yawned, feeling that this scene was very helpless.

He suddenly remembered that he and Luo Wenqi had discussed music by the spring, and he suddenly woke himself up.

What the hell is he thinking about!

So Chen Xingyi closed the door and left the two men alone.

The man at the desk finally paused, wrote his name, and noticed the people around him.

Bai Wan turned around, Ling Shumo put down his pen -

When did this person come and how long has he been here?

His fingers finally stopped, and he calmly put the pen and ink back to their original place.

Ling Shumo saw the man stop and then slowly said, "Do you know what time it is now?"

"do not know……"

As soon as Bai Wan picked up the pen, he no longer remembered the time and his mind was full of the painting situation.

He subconsciously guessed: "Has it just passed midnight?"

The person on the other side was silent for a while.

He guessed again: "It can't be the ugly hour!"

Ling Shumo looked at the fatigue in his eyes and said clearly, "I will practice with you until you reach a certain point in your training."

Bai Wan quickly waved her hand as if to refuse: "How can that be possible? Your injury hasn't fully healed yet! What if you get hurt?"

"So if you don't do this, I won't practice with you until dawn." Ling Shu stared at him with his dark eyes.

This sounds reasonable, but I always feel like something is not right.

Speak softly, every word is gentle,

Bai Wan felt that the voice sounded soft, and for some reason he took a step back.

Even though I knew this person did it on purpose, I still couldn't help feeling uneasy.

"Okay, I'll go take a rest. I can't let you suffer with me."

After saying that, Bai Wan only felt a pair of arms clasping her, and the chest against which she leaned back was breathing in a winding manner.

Ling Shumo said casually: "I'll watch you rest and sleep, then I'll go back."

Considering that this person always forgets his promises, we have to see to their implementation.

Bai Wan sighed quietly and lay down on the bed.

His eyelashes drooped slightly and his fingertips were rough and red, all due to days of practice.

I thought Ling Shumo would take the opportunity to stay, but I didn't expect that person to just kiss my forehead and eyelids uncontrollably, then closed the door and left.

A man suddenly realized...

It seems that as long as Ling Shumo is not allowed to drink, he will be no different from the soft persimmon he used to be!