You rascal, stop right there!

After experiencing a life-and-death ordeal, Han Miaoran became less talkative, stopped playing around, and stayed in Li Simeng's house to recuperate.

There was a long moment without a word being spoken.

He often sat in the yard of the bamboo forest with a frown on his brow, staring at the stones on the ground in a daze, unable even to cry, like a little old man.

One day, Ling Shumo saw Han Miaoran drawing on the ground with stones, and walked forward curiously.

The stone painting was full of raging waves and water marks of ships.

Ling Shumo reached out and used stones to patch up the mast of one of the ships, and said quietly:

"Without this mast, the boat will capsize. I'll draw it for you, and it won't capsize."

Han Miaoyan's eyelashes trembled slightly as she squatted, as if touched by something.

He looked at the person opposite him with a complicated expression, but his eyes were too stubborn to shed a single tear.

"Thanks……"

“…” Ling Shumo smiled slightly.

At this time, the bamboo forest was swaying.

Han Miaoran forced a smile: "Ling Zichen, how about we become sworn brothers?"

He has nothing left.

It seems like this is the only person left.

If we become sworn brothers, can we replace our family members?

Seeing that the person opposite him didn't answer, he stared at him blankly: "Aren't you going to take the exam to become a painter? I can accompany you..."

Anyway, my father is gone, the Han family is gone, so there is no point in taking the imperial examination.

"it is good--"

Ling Shumo didn't know what was wrong with this person, but he always felt that agreeing to him would make him happier and restore some of his former personality.

Even though it never changed back in the next eight years.

And these are not the most painful parts of Han Miaoran's memory.

……

in reality.

Bai Wan suddenly fell into panic because of these fragments of memory. He felt a splitting headache and seemed to be whimpering in a place where no one could see.

There seemed to be terrifying waves blazing in his eyes...

Seems to be resisting something——

When I came to my senses, I had already fallen to my knees.

"What's wrong with you..." Ling Shumo saw that something was wrong, so he immediately supported him and asked softly, "Abai..."

Bai Wan immediately shook off the hand of the person opposite her.

He turned around.

When Ling Shumo saw his face, he felt a pang of pain in his heart.

The boy who used to be cheerful and talkative now had a dull look in his eyes and a red mouth. He seemed to have an indescribable sadness and bone-chilling fatigue.

"What's the matter?" Ling Shumo's voice was trembling and his throat was choked.

Bai Wan raised her head and smiled brightly and dazzlingly: "Zi Chen, can you help me draw the mast of the boat again?"

When these words came out, Ling Shumo was suddenly shocked.

He thought he remembered the part he shouldn't remember.

It seems that this person has remembered the memory of his entire family's death, and the scene is exactly the same as it was many years ago.

The smile at this moment is not from Bai Wan but from Han Miaoran.

Although Bai Wan knew all this description of her life before, she didn't remember it after all. But now she feels it deeply.

The pain involved cannot be understood unless the person involved can understand it.

He took a deep breath and led her to the desk in the painting studio.

It was only a few steps away, but Bai Wan felt that it was very difficult for him to walk, but he still deliberately shook off Ling Shumo's hand, showing perseverance and stubbornness.

Finally, he stood at the desk, picked up a pen and drew the scene of the collision between the portrait and the ship in his mind.

Every time he painted a stroke, he felt that he had put his heart and soul into it and expended countless energy.

Bai Wan slowly closed her eyes, but forced a smile: "Fortunately, I learned to paint, so I can paint your final appearance."

"Abai, the dead are gone." Ling Shumo stretched out his hand, as if wanting to comfort him with soft words, but was still pushed away.

The man opposite had his hair barely covering his eyes: "Zi Chen, do you know? My father is very handsome, the most handsome young man in the area, much more handsome than me."

"Hey……"

Ling Shumo really didn't expect that this person could say such words when recalling such a bad memory.

The man opposite him suddenly looked calm and composed, and actually laughed again:

"Don't worry. Han Miaoran was able to let it go back then, so I should be able to let it go now too. I'm not the type that can't let it go."

"I want you to draw me a mast..."

Ling Shumo felt a little distressed. This person refused to show any sadness on his face. He was really too strong and too stubborn.

He had no choice but to take up the pen and add the mast to his painting, just like he had done many years ago.

With dots of ink, the mast stood up, as if it had saved all the people on the sinking ship.

Bai Wan couldn't help laughing as he looked at the painting. His handsome face seemed to make everything in the world pale in comparison.

"Thanks……"

In this light evening breeze, this person likes to hide all his pain with a smile.

This person doesn't want hugs, comfort, or sweet words. He will be satisfied as long as the painting is completed.

The afterglow of the moon gradually faded away.

Bai Wan then turned to Ling Shumo and said lightly:

"Actually, I can only remember a few fragments. But from what I remember, there are actually some good parts..."

The good part was the company of Xiao Ling Shumo.

The fragments became clearer and clearer.

Bai Wan recalled the scene where his parents and family were swept away by the waves. He also remembered how he begged on the streets in the capital to find Ling Shumo, and he also remembered the part when they became sworn brothers when they were children.

Apart from the few years when he was Li Simeng's apprentice and later became a court painter, he really couldn't remember it.

The memories of my childhood are becoming clearer and clearer.

Ling Shumo looked at Bai Wan like this, and always felt that he couldn't see his thoughts clearly. After thinking about it, he could only say: "So...are you okay now?"

Faced with this stubborn person who liked to conceal himself, he really didn't know what to do.

Bai Wan looked at this man and felt that this was probably his fate.

He became a painter for Ling Shumo's mast painting.

Ling Shumo took the imperial examination because of the death of his confidant.

These memories mean that even when she was Han Miaoran, Ling Shumo was unique to her.

That bet seemed like a hole that he dug for himself.

Sudden.

Bai Wan was stunned.

He turned around and hugged Ling Shumo tightly: "Zi Chen, lend it to me for a while. If you don't want to, you can hit me, but you are not allowed to let go."

"Or I'll put toads and caterpillars on your bed like I did when we were kids!"

Ling Shumo was stunned and let this man hug him.

He felt the trembling body in his arms, not caring whether it was frivolous or inappropriate, let alone feeling shy.

If I can bring this person a little peace and happiness, anything is fine.

only……

He felt that this person was really good at making excuses for himself.

He said one thing and meant another, and he loved to smile and act tough...

At times like this, he still likes to say irrelevant things.