You rascal, stop right there!

Rumor has it that Prime Minister Li, who was deeply favored by His Majesty, was dismissed from his post.

The quarry at Baishengju was bombed, and the Huashi Cave was hollowed out. The villagers of Linjia Village took the opportunity to divert water and dig canals.

Bai Shizhao, who presented the painting "Refugees" to Daying Painting Academy, has been missing for several days and there has been no news of him.

However, this brushstroke was based on the painter's sentiments and folk rumors, which spread everywhere.

Zeng Yuan, who sold paper lanterns for weddings and funerals, listened to rumors while carrying the lanterns.

He found it very novel. How could a court painter paint such things? Shouldn't they paint talented men and beautiful women, beautiful mountains and rivers, or flatter the princes and nobles?

When he returned to the thatched hut, he saw the man he had rescued from the mountain stream a few days ago.

Bai Wan was wearing a coarse linen coat and holding a bamboo lantern in his hand. It was obvious that he was in good physical and mental condition, much better than before.

Zeng Yuanzhen thought that this man was very strong and strange: on the first day after waking up, he found that he was blind, and he seemed to howl in the room, and lied to them that a family of three owls had landed in their nest.

His demeanor is very strange now. Not only does he not look sad, he even seems calm and composed, and he always says some nonsense.

"Husband, you see Brother Bai can now weave lanterns even faster!" said the dark-skinned girl.

In fact, they are a couple, but because the girl's face is so cute, some people always think she is a girl.

Zeng Yuan looked at the lantern in the man's hand and put some money on the table: "This is the money I got from pawning those clothes and the crown. The guard you mentioned also sent someone to Linjia Village to bring a message."

"Thank you very much! I'll give half of this to Brother Zeng and Sister-in-law for medical expenses! I'm a pauper now, and I'll have to stay here for a while until I recover."

There was a smile on Bai Wan's face, and every word he spoke was as colorful as falling petals. He really didn't look like a blind person.

Madam Zeng looked at him silently, only to feel that he seemed to hold the lantern a little tightly in his hand: "You haven't stayed here for nothing. You helped us make lanterns during this time and fed Dahei."

"I'm just blind, not disabled!" Bai Wan said lightly.

Blindness does not mean useless——

Remember that day...

When Bai Wan woke up, her eyes went dark and she unconsciously stroked the bed. Her hands kept sliding in the air, as if in nothingness.

From painting with his right hand to painting with his left hand, he experienced countless ups and downs.

For an artist, losing the right hand, the left hand, or even both feet is enough to paint...

Losing the ability to see is a more cruel punishment than that of ordinary people.

In an instant, when the wind rose and fell, everything in the world seemed to be silent.

It was the first time that this person was so sad that he didn't care about anything else. He closed the doors and windows, hid in the closet, curled up his body, bit his arm, and cried bitterly.

Afterwards, he insisted that a family of three owls flew into the house to rest and mourn.

Where did this owl come from in broad daylight?

It wouldn't be such a coincidence that all three owls came to his room...

They all chose to build their nests in that little cabinet, and they howled all day long...

The couple knew that the man was hiding his sadness behind his lies, so they didn't want to point it out. After all, he was lucky to be alive.

When Madam Zeng heard this, she felt even more sympathetic and sighed, "You said you wanted to go to the capital, but there's no one to take care of your eyes. How can you go?"

The person opposite him changed his expression and said, "Brother and sister-in-law, do you have any garlic here?"

"Garlic?" Zeng Yuan looked at him puzzled.

"I'm blind now. I just need to lie down on the street, put some garlic on my eyes, put a broken bowl in front of me, purse my lips, make my eyes red, and cry. There will definitely be someone who will give me money. Haha!"

"This is a natural advantage in the industry. It is much better than ordinary beggars. You don't even have to bury your parents. It's a business where a bunch of male and female Bodhisattvas line up to pay for it!"

Bai Wan chuckled a few times, then fumbled to put down the lantern and gently stroked his eyes.

Finally, after confirming that no light could be felt.

He finally stopped laughing.

"Brother Bai, I've never seen anyone like you. You can still laugh even after becoming blind." Zeng Yuan said as he patted the man's shoulder to comfort him.

Sometimes, this kind of comfort is no different from an insult, and it would be better to say that he is a very blind man.

"Otherwise, I'll be desperate and find another piece of tofu to kill myself?" There seemed to be a layer of frost on Bai Wan's face.

As he spoke, his hand unconsciously stroked the cloth bag around his waist, which contained the lotus brush that Ling Shumo had given him.

The sad expression flashed away, and he regained his composure: "Let me ask you a question, can a blind person still learn to paint?"

This……

The couple looked at each other.

Mrs. Zeng sighed silently: "If it is really completely invisible, it cannot be drawn. At least I have never seen it. Husband, what about you?"

"What's the point of drawing if you can't even see the thing? I'd rather die than believe that anyone can do it." Zeng Yuan glanced at the man with a little hesitation.

"God knows, I can't even draw a single foot. This is ridiculous!"

The words couldn't be more obvious, reminding him not to overestimate his own abilities.

Being blind does not mean you are useless, but you cannot really regard yourself as a normal person.

The person opposite sighed, nodded slightly and smiled bitterly.

He fumbled for the bamboo pole at hand, bent his knees and straightened up little by little. Because he couldn't quite find the way back to the room, he seemed to stumble and trip over the stool as he walked, and he seemed to be about to fall.

The Zeng couple looked at him, stunned for a moment and wanted to help him.

"Don't help me, I still need to learn how to be a blind man and beg for money outside!"

Bai Wan pushed away the hands of the two men. His hands were trembling slightly, and even his breathing became rapid. He carefully knocked the ground with the bamboo pole.

So I walked on the road step by step, little by little, afraid of bumping into something and falling.

It is not a big deal if a person falls down, but it is a big deal if you lie down like a turtle and lose face.

When he walked into the room and took out the brush, the man immediately closed his eyes deeply.

The road of painting.

Maybe he really had it too easy in the past.

Just as he was becoming interested, he met the young Ling Shumo, who was good at painting, and began to correct and enlighten him.

Even though Li Simeng was a bad person, he was still a master of painting. After all, he had received many years of orthodox calligraphy and painting training since he was a child.

Not to mention that even though he had been absent for five years, the ones who brought him back to this path were the famous painting masters Ling Shumo and Luo Wenqi.

Although his right hand was disabled, he still managed to pass the imperial examination and become a court painter with his left hand. He was willful and unaware of it. Although his life seemed rough, he was actually a bit conceited about his talent and was bold and reckless.

"Zi Chen... Actually, you have always known how conceited I am, right?"

His face did not look very good, and he held the brush in his hand tighter.

If he had not been so conceited six years ago, and had been willing to discuss it with Ling Shumo before presenting the painting, perhaps there would not have been these five years of separation.

As a blind person, it's amazing that he could come up with the idea of learning to paint again.

I can't even see what I'm drawing...