Lima syndrome

Bai Zhiyan thought he was just controlling his personal freedom, but he didn't expect that he has no privacy now. He is now afraid that Bai Jitai will suddenly fall ill again one day and monitor his mobile phone. At that time, what he said to Xu Shiyuan will come true.

"Did he say anything else?"

"Hmm...it seems to be gone..."

Neuropathy!

He couldn't help but imagine that Bai Jitai would suddenly stand at his bedside in the middle of the night to scare him. This mentally ill person might really be able to do such a thing.

Just thinking about it made him feel a chill, and Bai Zhiyan shook his head and threw away the fantasy.

Damn Bai Jitai, if you don’t want me to have an easy life, don’t even think about living an easy life.

"Sunwoo baby, are you particularly curious about that damn weird uncle's room?"

Li Shanyu knew that the strange uncle that Bai Zhiyan was talking about was Bai Jitai. Although he didn't know why he deserved to die, he still nodded obediently.

When Bai Zhiyan saw Li Shanyu going to find him yesterday, his eyes never left Bai Jitai's room door. After all, you can't hide things on a child's face.

"Come on, let's go check it out now. He's not here anyway."

But once you get in, it's definitely not just a simple look.

Li Shanyu was a little tempted but still hesitant, "But, but my uncle is not here now..."

You have to go when he is not around. Bai Zhiyan doesn't want to do such a tasteless thing, but Bai Jitai was the one who started it, so don't blame him for doing the same.

"Sunwoo, think about it, he can come to our room when we are sleeping, so why don't we go to his room when he is not there to see what is going on?"

When Li Shanyu heard his words, he raised his head as if thinking, and then nodded.

His words were completely fallacious, and Bai Zhiyan was a little afraid that he would lead Li Shanyu astray, but he couldn't care less now.

Bai Jitai's room was never locked, and with his personality and fighting ability, he didn't need to worry about someone doing something to him secretly. Bai Zhiyan had never thought of using force to fight him, but it was okay to give him some trouble.

So the two of them pushed open the door and walked in. As soon as they entered the room, Li Shanyu couldn't help but exclaimed, "Wow, uncle's room is so big."

Bai Zhiyan smiled and pinched his face, "You said you are my uncle, so you must have the biggest everything."

But in fact, there are very few things in Bai Jitai's room, and even the decoration style is the same as him, with cold colors of black, white and gray, without any human touch.

Bai Zhiyan began to feel confused when he was brought here for the first time. He suspected that the decoration style of the Bai family's hall was created by Bai Jitai's other personality. The hall on the first floor was magnificent and splendid, but his own room was in this inhuman minimalist style.

Li Shanyu looked around the room, while Bai Zhiyan walked to the desk, where there were some documents and a computer. Bai Zhiyan turned on the computer, but found that a password was required.

He didn't think Bai Jita would just put something important here casually. After closing the computer, he looked at the blank wall opposite the bed thoughtfully.

"Sunwoo, uncle remembers that you like painting, right?"

Li Shanyu retracted his curious gaze and turned to look at Bai Zhiyan, "Yes, uncle, what's wrong?"

"Does our Sunwoo think that this bare wall without any pattern is ugly?"

After hearing this, he looked at Bai Zhiyan in confusion, "Why did you ask that, uncle?"

"Because I think your uncle's room is too cold and has no human touch at all, don't you think so, Sunwoo?"

Li Shanyu thought of Bai Jitai's always gloomy face and his aura that kept strangers away, and felt that what Bai Zhiyan said was right, so he nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

"I've thought of a good idea." Bai Zhiyan smiled and bent down to get closer to Li Shanyu.

"Why don't we draw a picture for your uncle here and give him a surprise when he comes back. He will definitely be very happy."

Li Shanyu looked at Bai Zhiyan suspiciously, "Will my uncle really be happy?"

Bai Zhiyan didn't dare to look into Li Shanyu's clear eyes and lie. He tilted his head slightly and coughed lightly, "I think so..."

"But I'm afraid my uncle will be angry and blame you."

"how could be?"

How could Bai Jitai blame him? He would usually choose to strangle him directly.

"Don't worry Sunwoo, even if he's angry I won't let him bully the two of us."

After much persuasion, they finally convinced Li Shanyu. The two of them excitedly took out all the watercolor paints in their home and set them up in front of the wall like a stall.

"What are we going to draw, uncle?"

"What are you drawing..."

Bai Zhiyan thought of Bai Jitai, this inhuman, cold-blooded lunatic. He probably hated bright and warm things the most, right?

"Let's just paint flowers. The more delicate the red and pink ones, the better."

Li Shanyu's round eyes sparkled with light. He raised the paintbrush in his hand high, and said with a serious expression as if he was swearing, "Okay! I will paint well!"

Even though he wanted to play a prank on Bai Jitai and make things difficult for him, seeing how serious and dedicated Li Shanyu was, he couldn't mess with him.

When he was in junior high school, Bai Zhiyan also studied painting for a period of time. At that time, there was a lively girl in the painting class who pursued him for a while because she liked watching him paint.

I haven't picked up a paintbrush for a long time, and I don't know if my level is still good enough.

Bai Zhiyan had heard before that physical and character defects can be made up for in other aspects, and he now believes this.

He had only heard Li Shanyu say that he liked painting before, but he didn't expect that he was so talented in painting. His paintbrush danced vividly on the wall.

The light pink lotus flowers snuggle closely in the pond, looking even more delicate and charming against the backdrop of the surrounding dark green lotus leaves. With just a few strokes, they are brought to life.

This is the essence of writing.

"My Sun Woo, your painting is so great!" Bai Zhiyan praised generously and praised the wall repeatedly.

Li Shanyu smiled shyly, his face flushed, "Because I really like painting, and my mother is always busy and has no time to accompany me, so my father would teach me to paint."

When mentioning his father Li Shanyu, his tone was obviously a little lonely. Everyone knows that the young master of the Li family is talented and a rare young talent. Apart from being sick and short-lived, he has no shortcomings.

Even so, there were still many small families who wanted to marry into the Li family. The Li family could not find a chaebol family of equal status, and looked down on the nouveau riche, so in the end, Bai Zhengren succeeded.

Although Master Li and Bai Jiying were in a family marriage, who would have thought that they would really fall in love with each other. Perhaps this was the only good thing that Bai Zhengren did by accident in his life.

"Sunwoo is so good that my uncle is embarrassed to draw him." He changed the subject and didn't want Li Sunwoo to continue reminiscing.

"My uncle wants to draw a butterfly. Sunwoo, why don't you just sit down and watch me draw?"

"okay!"

Li Shanyu put down his paintbrush and sat obediently in the open space nearby to watch Bai Zhiyan paint.

If possible, Bai Zhiyan didn't want to draw a butterfly. He would rather draw a ghost face, so that Bai Jitai might be scared when he saw it in the middle of the night.

Bai Zhiyan hadn't painted for a long time. Several times he picked up the paintbrush but didn't know where to put it down. He felt tired and turned around to call Li Shanyu to go back to the room, but the little guy fell asleep on the edge of the bed.

He smiled helplessly, and when he tried to stand up by holding onto the wall, he heard a "bang".

Bai Zhiyan thought he had heard wrongly, and tentatively raised his hand to knock on the wall. The dull wooden sound was very obvious. This wall was actually hollow?

He tried knocking a few more times in disbelief, and then there was a wall that was so solid that it couldn't be any solid.

This is a major discovery. Fortunately, I did not draw the butterfly in that position, otherwise, with Bai Jita's suspicious character, he would definitely think that I did it on purpose.

Although he did it on purpose, it was not the same intention as that intention.

Bai Zhiyan gently picked up Li Shanyu and carried him back to his room. Then he returned to Bai Jitai's room and began to study the hollow wall.

But this wall is tightly closed on all sides, and there is no sign of an opening. Could there be a secret mechanism hidden somewhere?

So he began to feel around on the wall, but after a long time he still didn't find any mechanism. Just as he was brainstorming about how to remove it violently, footsteps were heard outside the door.

He could clearly tell that it was Bai Jitai's footsteps. He raised his hand to check the time. How could Bai Jitai come back at this time!

This was the first time that Bai Zhiyan felt caught in a dilemma. Whether he went out or stayed, he would be caught by Bai Jitai.

"Damn it!"

Bai Zhiyan had no choice but to squat down, pick up the paintbrush and continue painting the butterfly he had not finished.

When Bai Jitai pushed open the door, he noticed something was wrong. At this time every day, Bai Zhiyan would take Li Shanyu to play building blocks on the sofa on the first floor, but he was not there today.

He thought that the two people were in Bai Zhiyan's room, so he ran straight to the second floor, but found that the door of his room was wide open.

Which servant is so careless in his work?

Bai Jitai frowned and wanted to go into the house to check his belongings, but unexpectedly saw someone who shouldn't be here.

He saw Bai Zhiyan kneeling on the ground, his knees on the ground, his calves and feet close to the base of his thighs, holding a paintbrush in his hand and painting on the wall facing his bed. Noticing his arrival, the movement of his hand filling in the color trembled slightly.

But the first question that came to his mind was, can men sit in this position?

Although Bai Zhiyan had prepared himself mentally before he came in, he still shuddered subconsciously when he saw Bai Jitai's stormy face.

The reddish-brown paint dripping onto the snow-white wall looked like a drop of blood and tears.

"Bai Zhiyan, I find that you are becoming more and more lawless."

He walked to Bai Zhiyan's side, his tall figure completely covering him, and when he spoke again his tone was full of coercion.

"Who gave you the courage to run into my room and act wild?"

"How about it? This is a surprise for you." Bai Zhiyan raised his neck and looked into his powerful eyes.

Bai Jitai snorted coldly, obviously not believing his lies. He turned his head to look at the colorfully painted wall, frowning even more deeply.

"You'd better give me an explanation." Bai Jitai said in a deep voice.

Bai Zhiyan secretly sighed in his heart that he was unlucky. He originally just wanted to cause some trouble for Bai Jitai, but he never thought that he would be caught red-handed.

It happened when Li Shanyu was not around, because he found that as long as Li Shanyu was around, Bai Jitai would not do anything excessive to him. Now he had to face it alone.

"What explanation do you want?"

He put down his paintbrush and stood up with the help of the wall. Maybe it was because of his awkward sitting posture, his legs went numb and he almost fell when he stood up. In a moment of panic, he grabbed Bai Jitai's arm.

Bai Jitai just sneered at his staggering appearance and frightened expression.

"Why, your legs are weak?"

Oh my god, what a socially dead scene.

Bai Zhiyan originally wanted to stand up and confront him with a sullen face and indifference, but he died before he could accomplish his goal.

The cold expression on his face disappeared instantly, his whole face turned red, and he withdrew his hand from Bai Jitai stiffly.

"Ahem..." He coughed a few times to cover up his embarrassment, "I haven't asked you why you have the key to my room, and why you just opened the door and walked into my room casually."

After hearing this, Bai Jitai just raised his eyebrows slightly, and did not feel embarrassed or awkward about being caught.

"This little brat Li Shanyu is quite quick-witted."

"Don't talk about Shanyu, I asked him." Bai Zhiyan glared at him angrily, "Why did you come into my room? Do you want to see if I will die in my bed?"

Bai Jitai did not answer immediately. He walked to the wall where the two people were painting and looked at what they were painting.

"I don't know if you will die in your bed, but you dare to do this in my room. You may die in my bed."

"What?" Bai Zhiyan always felt that his words could easily be misunderstood, so he interrupted his strange words and said, "Your room is so monotonous, so what's wrong with me adding some color to it out of kindness? What's more, you entered my room without my consent first."

"When will it be your turn to call the shots in my room?"

"You have never been allowed into my room."

"So you allowed Cha Kyung-chan and Seo Si-won to go in?"

He still clearly remembered Che Jingcan lying naked on his bed, and Xu Shiyuan being taken to his room by him to play.

"Can you please stop mentioning them? What grudge do you have against them?" Bai Zhiyan was speechless. He couldn't understand how Bai Jitai could always link everything to those two people.

"Bai Zhiyan!" Bai Jitai suddenly raised his voice and pulled over Bai Zhiyan, who was also full of anger.

He leaned against the wall, and two light-colored lotus flowers, leaning against each other, bloomed beside his face.

Bai Jitai looked at the two flowers in a trance for a moment, and he suddenly felt that his posture with Bai Zhiyan was just like these flowers, relying on each other and closely connected.

"I'm not angry yet, why are you yelling? If you don't want to see these paintings, I advise you to return the key to my room to me!"

His face was stained with a thin layer of pink because of anger, which looked like blush on his fair face.

A word suddenly came to Bai Jitai's mind at an inappropriate time.

People are more delicate than flowers.