You rascal, stop right there!

It was night outside the door.

But for Bai Wan, who was in complete darkness, it made no difference.

He stuffed the banknotes into his arms and rushed out.

Unable to find the person, he hurriedly used a bamboo pole to scratch in the air and finally found the person halfway.

"Zi Chen, why are you walking so fast?" Bai Wan Zhugan pointed.

Because I couldn't see him, I didn't notice the strange look on his face. I just said calmly, "I have to go to the Bai Ri Xuan Paper Mill in a while, so I won't be back until late. Do you want to go back first?"

Ling Shumo's face was not very good, and he pinched the corner of his clothes with a stiff expression: "It is not easy for a blind person to count. Your original intention was to record the points of the chess game, and it is easy to be distracted when talking to others at the same time."

"That makes sense." Someone pondered for a moment.

"Besides, the chess club is noisy and I can't remember clearly." Ling Shumo said lightly.

Bai Wan knew very well that Ling Shumo was privately proficient in the six arts of a gentleman, poetry and songs, and that he could analyze it for him in this way, and every word was logically clear.

However, he still felt that the person's reaction was strange, and finally, after analyzing his actions, he had an epiphany.

Bai Wan frowned, raised the corners of his lips, and smiled helplessly: "Actually, I should find someone to play chess with me."

"Who?"

"Of course it's the Lin'an hermit who is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, talented, and handsome, right?"

Bai Wan smiled and looked understanding.

"I…… "

As soon as he said this, the person on the other side finally noticed his abnormality and fell silent.

Fortunately, it was night, which could hide some of his changing expressions.

"What do you mean by 'I'? You are so upset about being a gentleman every day. How can I choke you if I buy some vinegar?"

This shameless man directly took the person next to him and walked forward, "Let's go back!"

"Then why don't you go to the Bairixuan Paper Mill to make paper?"

Bai Wanzhu tapped the ground rhythmically: "It's okay to take a day off. Of course, I'd rather learn chess with you and draw a picture. Why should I leave such a talented person to learn chess outside? Right!"

Suddenly, Ling Shumo blushed and his face turned red. He couldn't utter a single rebuttal.

We are all close friends, it would be strange if you don’t understand this.

All I could hear was the banging sound of bamboo poles hitting the ground, and under the starry night, the afterglow of the bamboo forest filled the ground.

By then,

As the night fell, the two of them really played chess.

However, there is indeed a huge difference between the two in chess skills.

Bai Wan has a poor memory because he is blind.

Even though he was good at chess, every time he remembered the later chess games, he would forget the attacks and sieges he suffered in the previous games.

Ling Shumo tapped the chessboard, his eyes filled with gentleness and solemnity.

"Do you know why you always lose if you can't remember clearly?"

"This... is your memory bad after you became blind?"

Bai Wan shrugged and smiled bitterly.

The person on the other side sighed slightly: "You used to be a great painter, but you didn't paint with your eyes. Instead, you had the whole picture in your mind, relying on your instincts. Your thinking speed was extremely fast."

Bai Wan touched the chess piece: "What about now?"

Ling Shumo stroked the hair on the table and laughed dryly: "Now that you are blind, you pay too much attention to each step and lack the instinct to deduce the whole situation. Not only is your speed slow, but you are also prone to misremembering when you are obsessed with the present."

Then, he added: "If you use this chess game step by step as a drawing, you will only feel tired without realizing it. It's difficult..."

Bai Wan nodded casually, as if thinking about the meaning of his words. Every word he said made sense.

"I used to just memorize the chess patterns as a brushstroke, ignoring the layout..."

"The chess club is noisy, and the uneven quality of the opponents can broaden your memory, but there is a limit..."

The two men sat in a small hut in the bamboo forest and played blind chess. They used the chess game to illustrate the painting and used the painting game to determine the meaning of the painting.

……

"I took this step and the immortal showed me the way. The painting is of the root of the tree trunk."

"The first one is the hand cannon, and the one holding the dot painting flower holder."

"The screen horse is coming sideways like an elephant!"

"You drew the main trunk at an angle, and the horse stumbled..."

"You're cheating! This place is clearly occupied by my pawn!"

……

When they were excited, Bai Wan lifted up the bamboo pole and banged it, and Ling Shumo tapped the chessboard with his fingertips.

When the two of them are together, there is that kind of inexplicable tacit understanding.

The chess game can also be started, continued, turned and concluded.

A painting can also be outlined, incised, rubbed, dotted and dyed.

But no matter what, when Ling Shumo saw that Bai Wan could actually lose to him ten games in a row, his expression changed slightly.

If it were someone else, he would not think that he could paint again while being blind.

However, I feel that it is not possible for this person to do it.

I can't even see it, even if I can judge the layout of the picture.

How to determine the color, strength of the brushstrokes, thickness of the ink, and the different shapes.

It’s too difficult—

This is ridiculous——

But Han Miaoran herself is just like that, she likes to do unreasonable things that go against fate.

Although he admired and respected this person, he was also afraid that this person would not be able to get what he wanted and would not be able to bear it.

"Besides picking up painting again, do you have any other wishes?" Ling Shumo asked.

Looking at this person, I feel even more distressed than when my right hand couldn't draw.

The person opposite him was sorting out the pieces of the game, thinking: "In the past, I wanted to pass the imperial examination to become a court painter and paint the best picture in the world. Now..."

Bai Wan leaned forward and waved his hands in front of his invisible eyes: "Do you think this scene is familiar? When I was just a ruffian, you asked me if I liked painting and wanted to be a painter!"

Under the moonlight, the bamboo forest rustled.

Ling Shumo stared at him, his black hair ruffled by the wind, and his breathing suddenly became heavy.

Although he was unmoved by anything, his mind was a little confused.

Bai Wan was silent for a moment: "Originally, love, righteousness and painting are the most important things in my life, and none of them can be missing. But..."

The tone became more helpless.

Blindness is the cruelty of the world, and even Buddha has no mercy on us.

His only wish now is to be able to see.

At this time, Bai Wanqiang smiled and said, "My wish now is to eat roasted rabbit meat. Are the rabbits still there during the day? It's rare to have a midnight snack."

The man looked around and talked about something else. He stood up and knocked the ground with a bamboo pole, trying to walk back.

Ling Shumo leaned over and held the man's hand on the seat, "Can't you just stop talking nonsense?"

"No, this is my home." Bai Wan smiled brightly, "You kill, you roast, I marinate, I cut. The division of labor is clear, whoever is lazy will have his money deducted!"

He walked towards the kitchen with a bamboo pole in his hand, doing whatever he wanted.

The cool breeze of the autumn night blew, the bamboo forest trembled and its faint light fell on people's trembling footsteps.

"good -- "

Ling Shumo looked at him. His back was as rogue and arrogant as ever, and his words were gloomy.

I really don’t know what to do with this person.

When the rabbit meat was served, its aroma was so fragrant that it moved people. The two of them did have different expressions and smiles.

"Abai, you'd better not cook in the future."

"how?"

The man was extremely embarrassed: "There is too much blank space."

In short - bland.

That is, no salt was added.