You rascal, stop right there!

On this side, Ling Han looked at the ruffian in front of him with a teasing look, which was very weird.

"You rascal! Guessing it is nothing, wait till you can complete the painting!"

After finishing the painting, he handed the pen to Bai Wan and forced him to finish the painting.

Bai Wan swallowed awkwardly: "Have you thought it through? Don't regret it once I put pen to paper!!!"

So, the man picked up the pen with his left hand as if he was ready to die.

He pondered over the picture on the paper for a while, and he looked less ruffian and more scholarly.

After all, he had copied the painting seriously for a few days, so Bai Wan started to paint according to his idea. He used his not-so-smooth lines, half-baked dry brush and burnt ink to paint.

Ling Han looked at the man's serious expression and felt as if he were in another world.

Others walked forward, hoping to encourage him and take a good look at the man's phantom.

As a result, everything in the scroll almost frightened him to the point of blacking out.

"Brother Bai, what are you painting?" Ling Han asked, pointing at a ball of black gas.

Because this person didn't remember the past, he took advantage of him verbally. Counting his age, he was actually a few years younger than Han Miaoran.

"Waterfall rock!" Bai Wan said seriously on the opposite side.

"Then why are you drawing these earthworms?" Ling Han was so scared.

Bai Wan pointed at the lines seriously, "How can you tell that they are earthworms!!! They are clearly flowing water lines, water lines!!!"

Ling Han didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The idea was good! But his left hand foundation was too poor, and the things he drew were crooked and didn't express the meaning at all.

As if sensing the embarrassment of these people, Bai Wan frowned: "What? Can't you see it's a waterfall?"

"What do you think about this question?" Ling Han said with an awkward smile.

Bai Wan looked at the painting and immediately felt that it was not good, so he put it aside.

"Oh no! Did I ruin this painting?!"

Someone was in a hurry and all his previous writings were completely wiped out.

As soon as he thought about the fact that this painting originally belonged to Mr. Ling, and he had damaged it while repainting it, what should he do if he was asked to pay for it? ! !

"What if I... don't complete this painting?"

Ling Han curled his lips: "Well, you've already ruined the painting like this. Can you still take it back intact?!"

Bai Wan paced back and forth anxiously, looking at the ruined painting, at a loss as to what to do.

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he quickly opened a piece of paper and started drawing on it with a pen without thinking.

The white paper is smudged with ink, and a few strokes of dry brush and burnt ink are scattered on the paper in a seemingly random manner.

Ling Han opened his eyes wide and watched the incomplete painting being repainted by Bai Wan.

What was even more surprising was that the messy and clumsy painting skills when he was repainting had improved a little at this time. Every stroke was almost a complete reproduction of the incomplete picture just now.

Although the lines are still shaking and uneven, it is unclear whether they are real or virtual, near or far.

"Does this look like it? I hope it can be passed off as such!" After Bai Wan finished speaking, he blew carefully at the ink.

“When the painting is dry, put it back!”

A man muttered to himself.

"Mr. Ling, I neither guessed the meaning of the painting nor made any corrections today."

……

"I had a stomachache and have been having diarrhea in the toilet all day. I haven't been to the study at all!"

……

"Well, I didn't make up any paintings today!"

Bai Wan is becoming more and more shameless in brainwashing herself.

Until a handsome man in blue clothes appeared before him.

"Ling... Zichen?!" He actually stuttered.

Ling Shumo picked up the incomplete picture that a man had just pretended to draw silently and stood in front of him solemnly.

"You don't have to say that about yourself!"

Bai Wan grinned awkwardly: "How much did you hear?"

The man in blue smiled slightly: "It started from when you said you could get away with it by cheating!"

There's no escaping this.

Accept fate.

"I wanted to make up for it, but! I've tried so hard!" Bai Wan said with a look of anguish, "My painting skills are just a little bit off!"

Just a little bit? Ling Han couldn't help but roll his eyes.

This little bit may be enough to hold the entire big win.

Ling Shumo looked at the silent painting in his hand, but his heart was already surging.

Although his painting skills are immature now, every stroke is actually drawn where it should be. It can be seen that he has a lot of ideas in his mind, but his painting skills cannot keep up with his thoughts.

The most important thing is that Bai Wan could actually know the painting ideas in his mind when he was drawing the draft, and could also copy them silently, as if he could know what he was thinking about the painting and the direction of every stroke.

This is something that no one in the world can do except Yuebai in the past.

You know, in the Daying Painting Academy back then, the three of them often painted and composed poems together. It was not only because their calligraphy and painting complemented each other, but also because they both knew what the other was thinking. They compared themselves to Boya and Ziqi, and were rare confidants in the world.

I heard the person on the other side didn't respond for a long time.

Bai Wan suspected that he was angry, tilting his head, and said with a little bit of roguery.

"I destroyed your paintings! Do you want to report it to the police or pay compensation?!"

If possible, he would rather go to jail, after all, he is like a fish in water in a jail cell!

On this side, Ling Shumo thought of the high-spirited Yuebai in the past, and then looked at Baiwan in front of him, secretly feeling that God seemed to have mercy on him.

Although this person has no memory of the past, it seems that his talent has not completely disappeared.

"It's just a painting!" Ling Shumo said, "No need to pay!"

"Huh?" Bai Wan thought he had heard it wrongly.

Ling Shumo smiled again and said, "I have to thank you for letting me regain the mood for this painting."

After saying this, he grabbed the brush from Bai Wan's hand, dipped it in ink, and splashed it all over the paper. His brush was like a rushing river, splashing freely.

Following the brushstrokes before Bai Wan, the brushstrokes fly majestically.

A certain man looked at this person, who was usually well-mannered and refined, but he did not expect that when he painted, he was so wild and bold, and very imposing.

After a while, a picture of a cascading waterfall appeared on the original paper, which was amazing.

The sunlight came through the window, shining on this man's handsome face, his eyes full of confidence.

Not only that, he actually laughed!

The whole face is as bright as a star, making her look even more beautiful.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!" Ling Han on the side couldn't help but applaud. "This painting has a thousand-foot waterfall, magnificent momentum, and a waterfall of clouds and water. It's extraordinary!"

Bai Wan was touched by the way the man painted, and couldn't help but ask: "Is there a small boat above the painting?"

Ling Shumo paused and looked at him.

There seemed to be a bright lotus in her eyes, quietly blooming.

In fact, this is exactly what he had in mind when he left blank spaces in the painting.

As a result, the pen and ink in his hand fell down instantly, and a small boat appeared there, which seemed to be under the waterfall, creating an extremely strong contrast.

"It turns out that you are the one who knows him best! With the addition of the little boat, this painting appears to have infinite changes!" Ling Han couldn't help but fanning himself with the folding fan in his hands.

Bai Wan couldn't help but admire the painting. This painting was much better than that secret play album.

This Ling Zichen not only has a good appearance and a good temper, but is also proficient in poetry and prose, and now he is also so good at painting.

How could he be just a little boy and a canary kept in the backyard?

Just when Bai Wan was still feeling sorry for this man's identity, Ling Shumo, with great enthusiasm, finished the last stroke in an instant.

His cursive script is far from his gentle and gentlemanly appearance. Many dignitaries knelt down to ask for his calligraphy because of its free and unrestrained style and wild momentum.

"Flying waterfalls and clouds! What a beautiful word!" Ling Han exclaimed.

Ling Shumo regained his gentle and calm demeanor, then put the brush back into the pen holder.

He said, "I haven't painted for many years, so I am a little rusty."

Ling Han smiled awkwardly: "Don't be so modest! It sounds like you are a flying goose and we are wild ducks!"