You rascal, stop right there!

Bai Wan was carried on a stretcher to an inky black room deep in the corridor.

During this period, the bearded man followed all the way and looked her up and down as soon as she entered the door with a strange look in his eyes.

"Can you stop looking at me like that?" Bai Wan looked at the person opposite him with hair all over his body.

Oh my God, this guy must have some special hobby!

However, Luo Wenqi still looked at him inquiringly, puzzled, and even stretched out his hand as if to pull his face unintentionally.

Bai Wan finally couldn't help but avoid the man's hand and said, "Actually, I have a secret! I have syphilis! I have leprosy! I also have epilepsy and more than a dozen infectious diseases! If you touch me, I will get sick!"

He had a pair of handsome eyes and eyebrows that were moist, and what he said was heartfelt and sincere, as if it were real.

Luo Wenqi's beard trembled, as if he was frightened. After all, he had never seen such a trick with a pure face and nonsense, let alone appearing on this face.

He lowered his head and thought for a while, then murmured, "Well, I won't rip you off then."

Since he has a beard that can scare children to tears, can you please not coax him like you would a child?

Bai Wan glared at the man.

Luo Wenqi was stared at by the vicious eyes, and his heart was a little scared: "Hey! Zichen said that if you want to become a painter, you can stay in my painting studio and learn painting!"

The letter was written clearly, Zichen had told Luo Wenqi all the details.

The three of them were close friends before, and he would be happy if he could make it better.

Although he really couldn't believe that the Han Miaoran who was gentle, polite, aloof and talented many years ago had turned out to be such a scoundrel who was full of nonsense and didn't trust him.

"You don't want me to worship you as my master, do you?" Bai Wan was full of impatience, "There is no such possibility!"

He knows it all too well.

If you have this kind of apprenticeship, you will be restrained, restricted and controlled.

If he were to accept this bearded sissy as his master, he might as well go find a piece of tofu, cover it with vegetable leaves and become his disciple, which would be more elegant.

Unexpectedly, the person on the other side seemed to have expected what he would say:

"Well, how could that be! Zichen has already said it.

You! As long as you have the heart to become an artist, just ask me and the artists around you. He said that you definitely don’t like being constrained, so there is definitely no master who can constrain you! "

Luo Wenqi finished speaking and slightly raised his index finger.

Someone who was lying on the couch thinking suddenly turned his head aside when he heard this.

Bai Wan's eyes were serious, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his fingers unconsciously clenched his sleeves.

His mind suddenly recalled the scene of that night when he and his brother Zichen painted under candlelight.

The man once asked him seriously if he was willing to become a real painter!

He is a true master of calligraphy and painting, not a lousy replica painter who copies secret play pictures!

However, he thought he had heard it wrongly.

After all, no one would believe that a ruffian who spends month after month in jail and cheats people every day could become a literary painter!

This is simply a fantasy!

So, he just hesitated and didn't answer in time.

I really didn't expect that Brother Zichen not only believed that he could accomplish this, but also paved the way for such a thing.

That person was usually quiet and taciturn, and looked neither hot nor cold, but he always did things that even Bai Wan herself thought were out of place.

Thinking of this, he felt that coming to Zhengzhou City was not a wrong choice.

"Okay! Let me make it clear first, I'm not some powerful person. I'm just learning casually!!"

So, Bai Wan's brows relaxed slightly, and he nonchalantly adjusted the pillow under his head, trying to lie more comfortably.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the man's hand touched the bedding, he felt some square objects, which were hard and had a very familiar touch.

With just a pull of his hand, he took out a familiar blue picture album.

After taking a closer look, I found that the album was indeed the one called "Bamei Pavilion and My Two or Three Things".

"Hey~" Luo Wenqi widened his eyes and immediately pulled the thing over.

Before Bai Wan could react, the album fell to the ground with a collision of his elbow.

This is different from the previous blue cover.

The album was opened upright between the two of them, with the familiar soft tent of a spring night and portraits of the characters.

Luo Wenqi's beard trembled fiercely, and he blurted out: "Hey, this... is not mine!"

The person on the other side was looking at the screen and said, "Is this actually the third volume of "Two or Three Things About Bamei Pavilion and Me"? It hasn't been released yet! Judging from the style of the painting, it should be authentic! The characters here are more vivid than in the first two volumes!"

Upon hearing this, Luo Wenqi said with joy: "Well, do you also think that the third volume is better?"

Looking at the man's expression, Bai Wan suddenly had a bold guess in his mind.

So, he looked at the booklet with regret and said, "What a pity, although the plot of the rockery is good, the bird is wrong. How can a bird sleep with both feet on the ground at night?"

"No! How can that be! I clearly drew it with one foot on the ground!" Luo Wenqi held the book in disbelief and looked carefully for the mistake.

But he found that there was nothing wrong with the picture, and the person opposite him was looking at him with a weird smile.

Bai Wan seemed surprised and asked, "So you drew this book?"

Before this, Bai Wan had never thought that objects like "Bamei Pavilion and My Two or Three Things" were actually created by the Three Saints of Daying Painting Academy.

Luo Wenqi's face turned slightly red, and he made a circle with his fingers in embarrassment, and had to say:

"Well, I drew this. But I am just a lay painter here, so I can't tell others that I am drawing this kind of thing!"

"What's wrong with this thing?! You can make a lot of money from it!" Bai Wan was extremely envious.

Luo Wenqi felt that this man's words were too straightforward and suddenly blew his beard.

In order to paint this thing, he deliberately used a different style than usual, so the whole painting seemed inferior to his own serious paintings. In the final analysis, it was indeed for money.

However, he didn't expect that Bai Wan would see through it.

"Hey, Xiaobai! Can you not... not tell others...?" Luo Wenqi asked cautiously.