You rascal, stop right there!

Wooden door in heavy rain.

Ling Shumo, whose clothes were a little messy, was looking at him. He was usually a gentleman, but his face was stained with dust and there was mud under his clothes.

Behind him, there was A Yan and a group of soldiers holding torches, which was really spectacular.

Bai Wan was holding the previous album in his hand, staring in amazement.

I thought it was a scene that only appeared in picture books, but at this moment, a real living person appeared in front of me.

He really wanted to say: I didn't disappear for so long on purpose. Although I did want to avoid this person at the beginning, I really didn't expect that this person would be so embarrassed.

The person opposite took step after step towards him.

It can be seen that Ling Shumo walked forward quickly, his arms seemed to float at first, and then he put them down with a frown and red ears.

cough!

Bai Wan felt inexplicably suffocated.

It was obvious that he wanted to hug me, but he actually took it back?

What’s surprising is that I can actually control it!

As expected of Ling Shumo, his behavior was restrained and shy to the point of being speechless, but his eyes and gaze clearly showed that he had no self-awareness at all.

Hey--

A long sigh.

He really couldn't tell whether he should be annoyed or relieved.

Ling Shumo looked at him carefully.

The worries of the past two days disappeared in an instant, and even the anxiety was relieved a lot.

I obviously have a lot of questions to ask, but I don't know where to start. Finally, I reluctantly said, "Are you okay?"

It can be heard that although the man's voice is still warm and gentle, it is trembling a little.

"It's... it's pretty good..."

Bai Wan had to smile to ease the awkwardness of the meeting.

It is hard to say such an embarrassing thing as vomiting blood and fainting while drawing, and being in a coma for a whole day and night.

"Hey, there are still some cakes here, do you want some, brothers?"

Seeing this grinning man, Ah Yan couldn't stand it anymore:

"You are such a person that our masters took leave for you and searched everywhere for you."

"Waiting all night long!"

You are such a good person, playing outside for so long! It's really a waste of the adults' worry!"

"Ayan!" A voice stopped him.

what?

Bai Wan glanced at the man's tired face angrily and felt a little guilty.

Is this person really that anxious?

I don’t know whether the Shangshu will deduct money from my salary when I take leave.

All in all, he owed this man a lot of money.

Xiao Liang walked up to Ling Shumo and said, "Brother, are you here to see Grandpa Bai?"

I think this is the only person who can call himself a grandfather at the age of 20.

Ling Shumo felt a little powerless and smiled slightly: "Yes."

"What is your relationship with him?" she asked.

The two people involved were stunned for a moment and looked at each other unconsciously, feeling really awkward.

Only Bai Wan smiled and ruffled the man's hair: "He is my...confidant."

He was right in answering that.

Then, he looked at Ling Shumo cautiously again: "I came here just to draw a picture because I will take the palace examination in two days."

Ling Shumo's eyes never moved away from the beginning to the end. As the distance got closer, he could clearly see traces of blood on someone's collar.

Suddenly, his eyes darkened.

As he couldn't expose the man directly, he took the new painting skillfully and tacitly, only to find that all the people in the painting were the local elderly, the weak, women and children, and innocent refugees.

He closed his eyes, as if he could feel the whispers of the people in the picture.

No painter has ever painted these, except the person in front of you.

People either paint talented men and beautiful women, or flowers, birds, and landscapes.

But Brother Yuebai is different. From the past to the present, he has always liked to paint the people's livelihood and the interbreeding of all things. Even if he has lost his memory, he still looks the same.

This painting is indeed lifelike and incomparable to any other painting in the past.

It’s just that I seem to have distracting thoughts when I’m painting…

Because he saw that in a corner of the album there were clearly some messy strokes, which immediately revealed the change in mood.

Especially when I draw a certain grass...

It seems...very painful...

Ling Shumo looked at the person opposite him with a serious gaze, still with that indifferent smile on his face, as if he didn't want to tell him what had happened at all.

The more you smile like this, the more you are hiding something.

He could only sigh suddenly, stroking the outline of the painting, and said in a faint voice: "Your bone method is very good. Each character has distinct features, and the outlines and sight lines of many people are also very vivid."

When it comes to painting, Bai Wan becomes much more energetic: "Did you see that? This is the first time I paint a group portrait! Look..."

My hand unconsciously began to rise, wanting to take the album from him and give him a lecture.

The person on the other side stretched out his right hand to hold the painting, and he planned to take it as usual as usual.

But when the finger lightly brushed across his fingertips, he suddenly retracted his hand.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but I felt a shudder just now.

Bai Wan glanced at Ling Shumo awkwardly.

The way he talked freely about his own paintings really made people feel like they had found a soulmate and it was very warm.

Especially the hand that this person was holding, which was painted by him, was so slender, white, and beautiful...

He swallowed unconsciously.

Aren't they talking about painting as usual? Why did he involuntarily look away from the people around him?

What a sin!

"I... draw really well, right?"

Bai Wan smiled bitterly as if reflecting on himself.

"Yeah, very good." The person opposite raised his eyes and said faintly.

As always, gentle and nonchalant encouragement.

Bai Wan couldn't help but think of the words from the day before, "I can see that you have good things."

How can we be brothers?!

I almost wanted to roar to the sky.

It turns out that this is how awkward the two of them feel when getting along after expressing their feelings. Have I never thought of this before?

He suddenly remembered someone's red ears one night before.

Looking back, everything seems to have a traceable origin...

Bai Wan immediately snatched the album from the other person's hand, then leaned back abruptly, deliberately avoiding Ling Shumo's gaze.

"Ah! I suddenly feel like there's nothing much to say about this painting!"

Now I can’t even call him Brother Zichen.

There is no way. Perhaps ever since someone expressed his true feelings that night, I can’t even call my brother “brother” anymore.

Although the confidant is still...

Bai Wan deeply realized that Chen Yu's previous feelings were actually like this. As expected, not everyone can easily accept homosexuality, and one still has to adapt to it.

Not to mention anything else, the transformation of the relationship between friends and confidants alone is enough to give you a headache.

It was obviously the same thing, but Ling Shumo's words and actions now were completely different from how he used to view Brother Zichen...

He had never thought of such absurd things before, but now that there were signs of them, he actually began to have some strange thoughts and actions.

So, he had to bite the bullet and stand up, deliberately staying several meters away from Ling Shumo.

"I...after I return, I will stay in seclusion for two days to participate in the palace examination!"

What this means is that the two people should not meet each other for a few days after returning.

Ling Shumo was slightly startled, and was speechless. Knowing that this person was still struggling, why bother to explain it so clearly.

From the moment we met until now, I haven't called you Brother Chen once.

He looked at the other person deeply and smiled helplessly.

"it is good--"