You rascal, stop right there!

In the night sky, the dark clouds gradually dissipated, and a pale sky appeared in the gloom.

Bai Wan was sleeping so soundly that she didn't even notice that Ling Shumo had already gotten up, tiptoed to open the door and walked out.

"Take a step to speak!"

He deliberately lowered his voice and asked the man lying on the bench.

The confused man then quietly opened his eyes and was about to get up, but unexpectedly he was taken to the woodshed by Ling Shumo.

This was probably the first time that Chen Xingyi saw the man opposite him with a slightly gloomy face and such a big move. He was worried: "Master Ling..."

This isn't someone pretending to be someone else, is it?

Ling Shumo glanced at the person in front of him and said calmly: "I know you won't harm him, but people can't make their own decisions."

From before, when he heard him say that it was natural to hunt and monitor, he was deeply shocked...

If he had dared to organize a group of people to assassinate the former prime minister, the person behind the scenes must be a powerful person.

It goes without saying how many people are more powerful than the former prime minister who has great power in the court.

Chen Xingyi looked at his sullen expression and asked, "So what?"

"I really can't do anything about him...but I have a way." Ling Shumo looked at the light in the window calmly, his eyelids slightly drooping.

…………

The next day.

The morning clouds rose up, washing away the tiredness of the dark night and covering the sky with red clouds.

Chen Xingyi, sitting on a bench in the bamboo grove, spent the entire night thinking about what Ling Shumo had said, and only fell asleep at dawn.

He looked around in a trance and found that there was a person in the yard with his eyes blindfolded, groping for something, while the person opposite him was still wearing blue clothes, standing upright and calm.

Between the two of them was a red square table with dozens of concave and crisscrossing grids, which were mottled with light and shadow under the pouring sunlight.

With a burst of amazement in his heart, he walked closer quietly and found a piece of white paper above the grids.

Put the pens, ink, paper, inkstone, ink, water and colors in place according to specifications.

"Are you here?"

Previously in Zhengzhou, the two of them had painted and practiced calligraphy together, but now the eldest brother was actually playing blind chess and painting with this guy. It was unbelievable...

Ling Shumo looked at the man opposite him, still smiling warmly: "Try again, you will be fine."

Bai Wan groped in the darkness with the tip of her right hand, and barely picked up the pen with her left hand, trying to find the invisible intersection and put it down.

The two sides exchanged moves quickly and without any delay.

"Cannon three, level four!"

"Rook six level seven!"

……

"Six cannons level seven, water ripples horizontally..."

"Three pawns equal four, in the midst of smoke..."

"Seven to five, remove the flower leaves..."

……

In the midst of the overall confrontation, I paint according to my heart.

Bai Wan held his breath, held the pen and touched the layout, drawing the picture that he could see in his mind.

He really thought that by using the chessboard as a painting board, he could write even though he was blind. However, the brush was too soft, and he couldn't tell how much ink he had dipped into it.

Ling Shumo calmly reminded: "Don't hesitate, and don't think about adding more."

absurd!

This is clearly not just a chess game, but a painting game.

Chen Xingyi suddenly felt sad. His former boss suffered a lot for painting when he had good eyesight, and now he still wanted to paint even though he was blind.

This is simply nonsense!

The strangest thing was that Ling Shumo looked at Bai Wan with such focused concentration and trust in his eyes.

Whenever Bai Wan's painting was ruined, this person would immediately hand him a new piece of rice paper, calmly and calmly.

What is there to believe in?

Chen Xingyi held his breath and walked forward.

He doesn't know how to paint, and doesn't know the tricks. However, it is clear that Bai Wan's paintings are a mess, and you can only barely make out the shapes.

The lines are drawn in one go, but because the strength of the brush cannot be controlled, the thickness of the lines is uncertain and they look chaotic.

I pay attention to the overall layout, but because I don’t know the ratio of water and ink, it causes blurring and damages the paper, resulting in a mass of ink.

It looks like a painting of "Ink Lotus", but apart from the basic structure, it's a bit messy.

"Boss, is it necessary for you to draw like this?" Chen Xingyi picked up a piece of waste rice paper next to him, feeling angry.

These two people are doing something impossible.

Bai Wan suddenly smiled and said, "Why not? Zichen, I drew better than yesterday, right?"

"Today's layout is indeed better than yesterday's, but your rhythm and cadence are still far behind."

Compared to the beginning, my chess skills have improved now and I can figure out more situations and shapes of objects.

Ling Shumo looked at the person opposite him. Although his eyes were dull, the elegant lines of his lips conveyed more of his feelings and thoughts. His facial features were still as bright as spring as ever when he smiled.

This person's eyes were filled with admiration and he couldn't move his gaze away.

Chen Xingyi was really confused. He looked at Ling Shumo and asked, "The boss is a bit whimsical. Does Lord Ling follow him in making trouble?"

Unexpectedly, Ling Shumo glanced at the person in front of him and asked, "Do you think this is nonsense?"

The yard was still quiet. He nodded slightly and looked up at the blind man who had memorized the direction of the strokes.

"Blindness does not mean being useless. Even without eyes, everything can be accomplished. It's just a matter of mind. This is what he said."

How can a blind man paint?

Chen Xingyi calmed down a little and said calmly: "I have been his younger brother for so long, but I didn't believe it. How could you believe it?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the bamboo leaves in the courtyard rustled.

Ling Shumo smiled at him: "Even if we were in each other's shoes, he would probably believe me."

His words were like a shower of sunshine on his face, like a bright shining star.

If you understand each other, you can trust each other in this way.

The person on the other side was silent for a while: "This is impossible..."