You rascal, stop right there!

Orchid garden, study.

Bai Wan followed the instructions and walked straight into the yard with a rag.

This room was very elegant, not like a place for a prostitute to live, much larger than his own thatched cottage. It was almost late autumn, but the bamboos at the door of the room were still green.

I saw him approaching the desk curiously, looking at the paintings hanging beside it, and then he stopped.

The landscape painting hanging in the middle attracted his attention.

The painting shows a forest in late autumn and a few isolated hills, except for a vague figure sitting motionless at the foot of the hill in the lower left corner.

He couldn't tell what was so strange about it, but he couldn't help but stare at it for a long time. He didn't notice until Ling Shumo came close to him.

"Moon...white...white pea?" Ling Shumo said quietly.

However, the person on the other side did not respond.

So, he followed Bai Wan's gaze and looked at the painting. This painting was created by Brother Yuebai, but he disappeared the next day.

Ling Shumo couldn't help but sigh: "Do you understand this painting "Frost Forest"?"

Bai Wan's eyes changed slightly, and he murmured, "This person is waiting to die."

Hearing this, Ling Shumo's face became solemn. He quickly stepped forward and asked, "Why do you say that?"

Bai Wan came back to her senses, saw the person coming and asked, "Is this the young master's study?"

Upon hearing the name, Ling Shumo's expression changed.

He had never heard such a strange tone before.

However, he had no time to correct it, and just anxiously asked: "Tell me, why do you say that the people in this painting "Frost Forest" are waiting to die?"

Bai Wan saw the man in blue lose his composure again, and for some reason she felt a little depressed.

"My guess is that this person must have encountered something terrible and had to be trapped in the mountains, with no one to rely on, and could only sit and wait to die."

Ling Shumo looked at him, his expression becoming more and more serious. In fact, the shadows in the painting were hazy, and the black figure could not be seen clearly. One could only barely see that it was sitting.

In the past, some people tried to interpret this painting "Frosty Forest". However, most people just thought that the painter was outing or enjoying the mountains and rivers. No one ever said that he was waiting to die.

However, if we look at this painting in light of Bai Wan's words, it is indeed bitterly cold and the characters are lonely and helpless.

"Handless? So, that's what you thought at that time?" Ling Shumo smiled bitterly in his heart.

Bai Wan didn't understand why this person was looking at her with such sad eyes.

So, he asked curiously, "Did you draw this picture?"

Ling Shumo shook his head: "No, it was written by an old friend of mine."

“Oh, he’s quite talented!”

No matter what, this old friend cannot be yours.

Bai Wan asked himself honestly that he could never paint this picture, not to mention the line of words in the upper right corner of the painting, which he didn't recognize at all.

But since he is an old acquaintance of Qingque, could he be from the same hometown as well?

Thinking of this, Bai Wan asked cautiously: "Then, do I know you, my old friend?"

This is a trap.

Until now, Bai Wan still felt that he must have known this person in the past. But since the other party insisted that he had never met him, he had no choice.

He is so weak in character that he cannot even be beaten up.

What if I answer that I know his old friend?

hey-hey……

However, the person on the other side did not follow his words.

Ling Shumo's eyes were slightly red, as if he was trying to hold back something.

After a long while, the man raised his folding fan and turned it to the side, covering his eyes with his hands: "He has passed away, you probably don't know him!"