You rascal, stop right there!

Although Ling Shumo had been in the officialdom for many years, he was a poor man. There were very few servants in his house, and he did many things by himself.

In addition, he came from a humble family and started out as a painter before moving on to officialdom, so some of his old habits still remained.

All the books and utensils were clearly separated, pens were hung up one by one, and unwashed clothes were placed in a wooden barrel on the side.

In this way, all places after entering the door will have fewer obstacles and will be more convenient.

He was even very careful in helping her feed the dogs.

With everything in front of him in darkness, Bai Wan heard someone rustling around in the house, helping him to sort something out.

Anyway, I can't see it, and I'm not really sure how I put things on a daily basis. I just have a rough idea.

He stroked the chessboard he had just bought at his feet, and a very warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if this was the worldly life he longed for most.

Since childhood, this person has always been taken advantage of by himself for no reason and he always takes it to heart, so much so that he really feels that Zichen is taking advantage of him.

Outside the small house in the bamboo forest, the drizzle is lingering around.

Ling Shumo paused after he finished everything, looked at the man sitting on the bamboo couch who seemed to be smiling at him, and clenched his fists.

In fact, it is this invisible person who is the most dangerous at this time.

Not all emotions need to be conveyed through the eyes. If you are not careful, it can really make people unable to control their emotions and fall into the quagmire.

However, the parties themselves are not clear about it.

Bai Wan put away her smile a little, groped with her hands, scratched the air, and whispered:

"Zi Chen, I feel a little regretful now. Why didn't I draw a few more portraits of you when I could see you back then?"

This was tearing his heart apart, Ling Shumo hesitated for a moment, and glanced at the chessboard under his feet.

He slowly leaned over and whispered, "Using the chess game as a drawing board, maybe one day, it will be possible."

He is truly my lifelong confidant. He can even guess my intentions.

Bai Wan's idea of this kind is actually self-paralysis, or even a fantasy.

As a blind person, you are just giving yourself an unfounded hope.

However, Ling Shumo actually believed that this chess game was a drawing.

The man stroked the crisscross pattern on the chessboard with a complicated look, helplessly and self-deprecatingly: "Don't you think I'm stupid?"

Ling Shumo looked at him, his gaze moving from his lifeless eyes to his fingers that were already covered with small wounds.

Those were all for the sake of survival. The wounds left by the blind man's random touch made him feel pain in his heart: "It cannot be said that a person is stupid if he pursues what he loves all his life."

What I love most!

Bai Wan closed his eyes, his chest felt burning hot, and he couldn't help but choke up in his throat.

How I wish I could open my eyes and see this world, and then paint a picture.

There was only a "pop" sound.

A chess piece in his hand fell to the ground.

Ling Shumo picked up his chess piece, put it into his hand, and tried to hold back the lingering emotion in his hand.

A painter, from right hand to left hand, from bright eyes to dark eyes, can no longer paint and live as he pleases.

He still remembers the time when the two of them painted "Liang Meng's Dance" together, they were so unrestrained and had similar interests.

Even if you become an uneducated, unruly and scoundrel later on, you can start over again.

Ling Shumo smiled slightly and raised his eyes faintly: "It's a 'pawn', but every pawn can also capture the king."

yes --

Indeed, Bai Wan took a long time to figure out this word, and he likes this chess piece the most.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier, pouring down in waves like the sky's long-suppressed hot tears.

"Zi Chen..."

"exist……"

Bai Wan suddenly reached out and hugged Ling Shumo, and her fingers touched the man's face unexpectedly.

He smiled widely: "Now I want to know what you look like."

Ling Shumo's breathing became tight. He seemed to be bewitched. He sat there stupidly, allowing the person opposite him to touch him.

"I suddenly worry that if I continue to be blind like this, I will forget it one day. I don't know if I will be able to draw again..."

Bai Wan's fingers are a bit short, and there are calluses on the knuckles of her index and middle fingers from years of painting and doing work.

He stretched out his hand, relying on his senses to touch and remember little by little.

The person opposite has a smooth forehead with a few scattered hairs.

"Don't frown, I can't tell for sure."

he whispered.

Ling Shumo looked at the man who used to have bright eyes, and couldn't help holding his breath. He closed his eyes deeply and sat upright.

Although they were looking into each other's eyes, only one person had a loving gaze at this moment.

The fingertips of the person opposite touched the memory more and more slowly, devoutly and seriously, without any lust.

The center of the eyebrows, the brow bones, the temples, the tip of the nose, the lips, and the jaw.

Then, there is the neck and the black hair around the ears.

Until this person's fingers touched the base of the neck and lightly caressed the collarbone of the person opposite, the skin seemed to be covered with a layer of burning heat.

Whoosh——

Ling Shumo grabbed his hand and said in a hoarse voice: "Enough! Don't..."

The person opposite suddenly laughed and casually withdrew his hand:

"Zi Chen, your forehead is full, the space between your eyebrows is a little narrow, your nose is higher than mine, your lips are a little thin, but your three-part and five-eye features are perfect."

"It's hard to judge face shape. I'll look at a few people and touch them to differentiate them."

"In the past, I seemed to have drawn people too flat and didn't pay attention to these contrasts."

……

This person was really taking notes seriously while mumbling to himself.

Bai Wan groped the chessboard, incorporating these proportions into each criss-crossing point, continuously piecing them together.

Looking at such a serious person, Ling Shumo slowly lowered his head. He couldn't catch this person's gaze, but still couldn't help wanting to drown in it.

I'm really speechless.

The person opposite smiled brightly, held up his body seriously, and gestured with his fingers. It was like a sharp knife struggling to survive.

Ling Shumo really hoped that God would return those eyes to him. The disaster caused by the rocks could not have been a simple accident.

He grasped the corner of his clothes tightly, suppressing the huge waves in his heart.

There was silence for a long moment.

At this time, the man whispered: "Either you can see it, or you can draw it. I will work with you to find a solution."

"Oh." Bai Wan responded unconsciously, and suddenly felt something was wrong, "Isn't your Ministry of Rites busy? I can actually take care of myself."

Ling Shumo stared at him steadily: "I already have a leave of absence, and I will resign soon and live in seclusion with you, it's just a matter of time."

At this time, someone remembered that Daying would take a clothing holiday every September.

Officials receive fifteen days, and students receive one month.