You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 210: "The Book of Shocking Changes" and Heart-wrenching Pain

More than half a month later.

The white peas were awakened by the cold.

Many people know that this painter is extremely afraid of cold and has a very poor memory.

However, important things are always recorded clearly on clay tablets and picture albums.

A wall of the capital city was being painted bit by bit at a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to understand.

Originally Wan Yan asked someone to help with coloring, but Bai Wan did it herself, even if she had to hold a small hand warmer.

"Master Han?" A familiar voice sounded in my ears.

Bai Wan seemed to have suddenly realized something and calmly flipped through the booklet in his hand.

"Get up at Mao, eat at Chen, paint from Si to Wei... What time is it now? Let me see."

After my memory became poor, I would follow the instructions in the booklet to do everything.

"It's already noon. Here are the hemp, lime, wheat straw and kaolin you asked for! And... and fine mud and water..." said the woman.

After saying this, this girl was born quiet and beautiful, and her glance and smile were alluring. Today, the brave one actually took the cloak directly forward and put his hands around to tie it on him.

"Oh, thank you..." Bai Wan looked up, his face still pale.

Then he quietly took the cloak and moved sideways, leaving the girl with nothing to grab.

"Snapped!"

The woman instantly fell on the table, extremely embarrassed.

"Go back, girl, tell General Wan that Han will not surrender. And don't send anyone else. I don't like beauty."

Bai Wan glanced at her and laughed to herself.

I remember that after agreeing to paint this mural, Wan Yan tried to get him to join Xuan Li in a roundabout way.

In addition to being refused daily delicacies and regards for her well-being, several beautiful maids were sent over in the past two days to serve her closely and harass her in various ways.

Sigh softly——

Always remember that you are a big winner and Ling Shumo's person.

Ah!

Just some coloring left to complete it.

Then, just leave it to fate!

……

A big win destroyed the capital.

East Gate City Wall.

Two ragged and hungry brothers quietly went out to find some food.

Their entire family had been killed and were living in misery.

My mother and younger sister were abducted by the Xuanli people, and all the property and food in the house were looted. Even the house was burned to the ground. There was no anger at all.

But they were so lucky that they hid very quickly and were able to survive until now.

Light and shadow appeared on the heavy city wall, and it seemed that some scene was floating on the wall.

"Brother, there seems to be a house on this wall!"

The hungry man next to him didn't understand what the man was saying and was about to punch him.

Unexpectedly, when I turned around, I was shocked by the scene on the wall.

"This...this is..."

After seeing the paintings on the wall, they were stunned.

The works of many painters are complicated and sophisticated, which ordinary people cannot understand at all.

When ordinary people look at a painting, they mostly say whether it looks like the painting or not, rather than whether they understand or don't understand it.

Now, the painting before us couldn’t be more straightforward.

Even though we know that this is just a painting and not real, it is still unforgettable.

After reading it, one of the brothers felt depressed and his voice became low and hoarse.

He only heard the elder brother next door say: "Brother, I think he saw our house!"

"Is that our former home under that willow tree?!"

Suddenly, they both burst into tears.

The two half-grown men were now acting like children, with tears pouring down their cheeks and completely ignoring their commands.

They lay silently on the painted house and stood there unable to restrain themselves.

There is nothing more painful in the world than this.

The person is still there!

But the home is gone, and the country is gone...

Then, the story of the mural spread quietly among the people, but was kept secret.

Within just a few days, more and more ordinary people would come to see the painting.

Perhaps, these people don’t understand any miraculous painting skills or amazing brushwork…

But it is their lives that make history.

As long as we see a little bit of the former prosperity, we will feel hopeful and deeply moved.

"In fact, they all have heart-wrenching pain!"

Bai Wan, who was wearing a white fur coat, watched as he sat in the corner and prepared for the final coloring.

That day on—

No more civilians threw things at him or cursed at him. Instead, they secretly hoped that the painting could be completed.

Because painting something of this size alone often requires a lot of effort and exhaustion.

Bai Wan had no choice but to sit in a wheelchair, coloring indifferently and remembering things.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and finally slept for a long time.

Two days later, the "Scroll of Shocking Changes" was finally completed.

At noon, the commander of the Xuanli Army, Wan Yan, came to view the painting, and the garrisons near the entire city gate cooperated to guard and lead the way.

However, when he saw the murals on the wall, he was so shocked that he could not move.

All the former defenders of the Great Win Army were unable to move as if they were struck by lightning.

The buildings painted on the wall are realistic and the characters are vivid. They are not only simple and elegant, but also have clear levels.

Bai Wan painstakingly painted and reproduced countless scenes of his life among the people in the capital.

From storytellers to cake sellers, even beggars at the city gate, and the quarrels between the vegetable and noodle vendors at the village entrance were all painted in.

Wan Yan was looking at the strength of the brushstrokes, but the common people and the defenders were looking at extinction and destruction.

because…

This painting shows the capital city before it was destroyed by war!

The capital city was once so prosperous, bustling with people and stable!

But now...

Everyone stood beside the painting of the city wall and looked at the war-torn and devastated scene before them. It was a great irony.

This painting preserves the former prosperity of the capital and the stability that countless people once enjoyed - to them, this is the most beautiful painting in the world.

"The big win changed, the capital was ashamed, and Beihong cried."

The poetry and words on the painting are vigorous and powerful, like burning flames.

The looks of the original Daying defenders and civilians have become different.

Even many of the defenders who were forced to surrender had a look of fatigue, worry and anger in their eyes.

The grief for their former hometown in their eyes became more and more intense.

Wan Yan was excited and happy when he looked at the painting, with his lips and eyes smiling happily.

But when he saw the inscription given by Xi Mengjushi at the end of the painting, his eyes were filled with resentment and regret.

"Bring the man named Han to me..."

He glanced at the paintings on the wall and felt that the brushwork was profound and pleasing.

Suddenly, there was a pause.

Wan Yan was angry and bitter: "Please...please bring Mr. Han over here!!"

Even if I value talent, I am still angry.

Yes!

Bai Wan did agree to help Xuan Li draw a picture, but she never said what the painting would be about.

This is his own fault for not explaining it clearly.