You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 148 This person can smell it even with his eyes closed

Bai Wan came out of the Imperial Hospital.

Suddenly sighed.

The imperial physician Lin Shiqing told him that blindness caused by falls was mostly due to impacts to the head, so he could only try his best to treat it and take a long-term view.

Maybe this is a temporary absence, or maybe it is forever.

He had no choice but to use his remaining money to rent a small house on the outskirts of the city, and tried his best to keep a low profile and survive.

At this time, a rogue suddenly appeared in the capital.

Professional mourning.

Whenever there is a death in the family, there will be a blind mourner who cries loudly and sobs loudly, with a sad and confused look.

Because he is good-looking, can get along with everyone, and is an expert at fake crying. And this does not require too many skills. This person actually managed to maintain the money to rent the cottage under such circumstances.

There are even rumors that this profession of mourners is so moral that they cry whenever their former employer tells them to, and even cry until their eyes are blind.

Everyone felt that he cried very sadly and the timing was just right. He was really good at doing business.

So Bai Wan thought that he could just live like this for now, alone with his dog, and then tell Zichen when he had figured out his next livelihood and was stable.

However, unexpectedly.

This time, the person who cried for the deceased was a person who loved chess during his lifetime.

As Han Miaoyan's father, he had learned some of the four arts, namely music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but he only knew the basics of chess. In this respect, he was almost as good as a seven-year-old child.

The man was buried with a set of hand-carved chess pieces and a chessboard.

Crisscross!

As I explored the chessboard, I found nine vertical lines and ten horizontal lines intersecting each other. The ninety intersections were fixed in position and the layout was clear.

The chess river boundary and the nine-square grid at both ends of the chessboard are quite rigorous.

Bai Wan just touched it lightly and felt enlightened, and his heart resonated.

Even if you can't see it, you can still feel that this chess game can be used as a painting game. The so-called chess pieces are in a game of vertical and horizontal directions, and the rhythm of the brushstrokes can all be derived from this.

He was pleasantly surprised to find that perhaps if he had the idea in mind and the direction to draw, he could continue painting.

The blind can use touch to feel and imagine.

Needless to say, he could see it before, and knew all the objects in his mind. He could use his mind to control them and have a painting idea in his mind.

The arrangement of chess: the intersection of multiple pieces, composition, and layout can all be meaningful.

Bai Wan realized this and felt hope in his heart. He searched for someone who could teach him chess during the mourning business.

Since then, there has been a blind man in the street chess hall in Beijing.

There were many people playing chess in the chess hall, and they all found the appearance of such a person extremely novel.

The boss also thought that it was a gimmick for the blind to learn to play chess, so he walked forward with a smile, carrying tea, fruits, etc.

Many people wanted to play chess with this blind man, thinking how much fun it would be to crush and abuse others. The people watching nearby were also very interested.

As expected, Bai Wan lost every game.

Because of my poor memory and lack of familiarity with every intersection on the chessboard, I always misremember the positions of the moves, and my hands can't find any more.

He was good at calligraphy and painting, but he was a terrible chess player and no one had ever won against him.

After losing so many times, even the boss couldn't stand it anymore.

"I say, little brother. You'd better give up! You can't even remember the chessboard!" He kept lamenting.

Bai Wan thought deeply and then smiled: "I lost so much, it's already a foregone conclusion. Boss, why don't you open a handicap for me? If I win someday, you can make a lot of money."

It’s really hard to say when this day will be.

The person who was playing chess with him waved his hands: "No, I just like playing chess with him. People say I am a bad chess player, but I can always win as long as I play with him!"

"That's right, I just want to play with this cobbler!"

"Leave this rotten mallet here!"

"The purpose of playing chess with him is to have fun!"

……

Seeing that everyone wanted to bully this rookie, the boss had no choice but to smile and bow: "Okay, let this newbie brother stay."

Listening to the noises around him, Bai Wan raised the corners of his lips slightly and whispered quietly: "Boss, five-five!"

The owner of the chess parlor thought that this person was a bad person. He was ripping off the player even though he played chess for free. He was furious: "Three seven!"

"Four six! If it doesn't work, I'll leave and never come back!"

This is Bai Wan’s last bottom line. He has never lost when it comes to bargaining.

The boss looked at the man with gritted teeth, how could he be so shameless!

"it is good!"

The chess hall was immediately surrounded by people, and countless people who had nothing to do came here to have fun. They did it for no other reason than to play chess with the blind young man.

It’s fun to torture people!

The purpose is to feel the satisfaction of having won!

After all, since this blind man came here, he has never won a single game, and he lost miserably, and each time in a different way.

He couldn't even remember where each chess piece was placed, and would ruin the chessboard while groping.

So much so that everyone doesn’t understand why a person can still laugh even though he loses every day.

Of course they don’t know…

Because Baiwan can remember the chessboard more clearly every time he loses a game, he still enjoys playing blind chess with others.

In order to be able to write again in the dark, he had to be familiar with every intersection on the chessboard.

Then touch all the spiritual objects with your hands and feel what they look like.

The so-called Danqing can also be regarded as "painting the heart".

Even if you are blind, it does not mean that you are blind in your heart.

……

Bamboo Forest House.

Bai Wan groped forward, leaning on a bamboo pole. After playing chess for several days, he was able to have stars in his mind and be able to reflect on himself.

After all, I had lived there for a long time, and there was a dog guarding the house. Even if it was pitch black, I could probably guess where I lived.

However, after all, I had been blind for only a short time, so things were a bit messy and it was quite difficult to find them.

Especially on this day, he needs to organize his chess board and chess pieces, and after cutting all the rice paper, he can start trying to draw.

No matter what, he couldn't give up painting.

Rain was falling outside the window and the bamboo forest was rustling, as if reminding people that they should pay attention to the cramped nature of life.

In the darkness, Bai Wan fumbled for the chessboard on the bamboo cabinet.

Snap!

After a stumble, he fell down, and the bamboo pole in his hand was lost somewhere.

His face was pale, and the light in his eyes made him look even more tired. In addition, the exhaustion from days of traveling had not yet faded, and he looked like a curled-up hedgehog.

Bai Wan hated this kind of embarrassing situation the most, so he quickly stood up and brushed off the dust behind him which he could not see at all.

At this moment, it seemed that someone grabbed his hand and handed him the bamboo pole.

"Thank you!"

Just as he was expressing his thanks in the usual way, he suddenly froze.

Bai Wan took a step back almost subconsciously, grabbed the arm of the person opposite him by feeling, and let go with a stiff expression.

Even with a veil on her head, the dark black gauze did not conceal her appearance at all.

Especially in front of me, it was embarrassing for a blind man to grope around like that.

The person opposite can smell the odor even if he closes his eyes.

In astonishment, Bai Wan asked absentmindedly:

"How will you be here!"

Ling Shumo grabbed his hand and held it tightly.

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