You rascal, stop right there!

"Sir, the tea is fresh!"

This time, the second brother shook the towel.

The two of them were already sitting in a quiet corner, and the tea was served a little slowly. Ling Shumo ordered a few porridge dishes, all of which were light and healthy, without any hint of spiciness.

Bai Wan's face turned almost liver-colored in the end, and he accepted his fate after hearing about stir-fried cattail leaves.

"Zi Chen, do we really have to eat such bland food like an eighty-year-old man?"

Ling Shumo blew on the teacup in his hand, took out a pill from the white bottle at his waist and handed it to him, saying softly: "Eat——"

Bai Wan's eyes almost narrowed into a line: "I really want to live to be eighty. Do you want to grind it first? After all, all my teeth will have fallen out by then."

"..." In front of him, Ling Shumo actually crushed it with his hands and dissolved it in water again.

"Now, can we eat?"

That's not the same thing.

Bai Wan grinned, but still drank the cup of tea and the medicine in one gulp.

After enduring for a long time, he half-jokingly and half-seriously said, "These days, I go to bed early and get up early, eat light soup and small dishes, and only paint for two hours. This keeps me fit and keeps me healthy. I combine work and rest honestly. Can't I promise to live with you until you are eighty?"

Ling Shumo pursed his lips and stared at him: "You just secretly ate the mustard melon two days ago."

Not only that, I also went to watch the boatmen fighting cocks at the dock until midnight, and got up at noon the next day.

Bai Wan straightened his clothes and stood up, shaking his sleeves: "Well, why hasn't the food been delivered for so long? I'll go and rush..."

At this time, the people at the table next to us were talking loudly, and it sounded very noisy.

They all looked like scholars, probably men of letters, and they were all expressing their opinions incessantly.

"What a pity for the painting master Han Miaoran! God is jealous of his talent! Why couldn't he accept an apprentice or leave behind descendants? Sigh..."

Bai Wan didn't care at first, but after listening to a few words, he realized that it was him, and suddenly sat back and continued listening.

A scholar in a black robe, with a smile on his face and a small blue book in his hand, sighed, "Fortunately, I still have the original work of Han the Painting Master!"

"You actually have his original painting. What is it?"

A group of people quickly came forward, their eyes showing greed and joy.

The black-robed scholar slightly revealed a corner of the scroll, his jade shoulders seemed to sway slightly, and his black hair was like a waterfall.

He and everyone around him chattered, "This is a rare piece of art! It's the only secret painting of Han Huasheng's life! It depicts his romantic affairs with his confidantes..."

Upon hearing this, Bai Wan's body became as stiff as stone.

What this person was talking about were the gossips that Nan Ying had fabricated in the tabloids in order to discredit him, the painter of Daqing, in order to negotiate.

How come it is now directly drawn into a secret play picture!

It’s really unfair!

He listened to the black-robed scholar's incessant recounting of the plot of the Secret Opera, starting with the spring flowers and autumn moons, the secret meetings in the backyard, the flirting...

Anyway, it is an indescribable story of lovemaking day and night, and the lingering affection that forged the painter's talent.

Finally, the black-robed scholar sighed softly, "The only work left by such a talented and romantic scholar is in my hands. If it weren't for the need to save my ailing mother at home and my limited funds, I wouldn't dare to part with it so painfully..."

Bai Wan squinted his eyes, the more he listened, the more familiar it sounded.

"How about this, thirty pages per copy. That's thirty taels of gold. How about that?"

A painting by the painting saint costs one or two taels of gold?

Draw a book of secret play pictures?

Isn’t it said that a painting by a painting master is worth a fortune?

When the people around him heard how unreliable he was, they realized his intention to deceive, burst out laughing, and dispersed.

The black-robed scholar became anxious and held up the album, demanding, "If you think it's too expensive, fifteen taels of gold will do! How about ten taels of gold? Five taels?"

Everyone ignored him. The black-robed scholar looked anxious and had to focus his eyes on the two people who were sitting there and had not left.

He turned around and said, "Brother, are you interested in the Secret Play Paintings of Han Huasheng?"

Bai Wan looked at him with a half-smile.

This junior is amazing. He actually brought trouble upon himself!

Bai Wan saw the half-baked tricks of the black-robed scholar and had a hard time suppressing her laughter: "I really have no interest in these..."

However, just as he was about to stand up, the man suddenly grabbed him and whispered:

"Brother, I didn't explain it clearly just now. Besides the secret pictures of the painting saint with his confidantes, there are also pictures of him and his friends, such as the pictures with his lifelong confidant Ling Shumo, and the pictures with Luo Wenqi. Are you...are you interested?"

cough! cough!

Ling Shumo, who was standing aside, had a stern expression on his face, and was extremely cautious in his attitude of "keep away from strangers".

Bai Wan shuddered: "Not interested!"

What did this gossipmonger think of him? Was he a man of both sexes? How could anyone have an affair with him? Bai Wulai swore to heaven that he had only ever flirted with Ling Shumo.

At this time, the waiter also brought the dishes.

Ling Shumo, who had been silent for a long time, smiled coldly.

He said seriously, "Little Brother, this guy is selling fake secret play pictures and trying to blackmail people. Please report him to the police and have him arrested as soon as possible."

Someone immediately chimed in: "That's right, he's a liar!"

"fraud!"

The black-robed scholar had a mournful look on his face and shouted, "If you don't want to buy, then don't buy! Why are you arresting people?!"

This scene seems familiar.

Bai Wan felt comfortable all over.

He watched helplessly as the constable dragged the little liar out, and when the rough first page of the secret play book was opened, it was all filled with the "Rules for Disciples".

According to the law, he will be imprisoned for about three days!

This is the experience of our predecessors!

After dinner, Bai Wan lazily lay on the couch in the room to digest the food, while Ling Shumo was packing their luggage.

He watched Zichen folding clothes and arranging the four treasures of the study slowly and neatly, and couldn't help but walk forward:

"Come on, let me help too!"

Ling Shumo looked at him and smiled slightly: "Are you sure?"

Bai Wan always used things in a way that was chaotic yet orderly, while the other person liked things to be well-organized. They had argued about this once or twice.

He couldn't help laughing: "Zi Chen, every time you put things in order, I don't dare to touch them, because in the end I can't find them!"

Ling Shumo's hand left and handed it to him: "Okay, I won't touch your things, don't cry if you lose it."

There are always such trivial matters in life, and they have to nitpick them up. This is also something they have to get along with for a lifetime.

Bai Wan looked at the person opposite, raised an eyebrow, and directly reached out from behind to hug his waist and whispered:

"Well, I was just saying that. You're pretty good at this anyway. So give me the four treasures of the study and I'll keep them neatly organized."

His breath rubbed the soft flesh of the other's neck, and the heat came in waves. The subtle scent of ink in the air aroused people's hearts.

Ling Shumo's eyelashes trembled slightly. He felt that this person was really good at pleasing others. Whenever he was dissatisfied with someone, he would hug him intimately.

His throat was struggling: "You... let go first..."

Bai Wan moved closer: "That won't work. What if you get angry? Say you're not angry first."

Ling Shumo doted on her, but said helplessly: "Don't be angry——"

To be honest, the two of them have differences in many aspects of life, but they always end up quarreling after arguing.

The evening breeze blew, and the candlelight seemed to create ripples along with the human shadows.

Bai Wan looked at their shadows cast on the wall, interweaving in the light and blending quietly, like a poem or a painting.

Most children would play with this kind of projection screen, but he seemed to be doing something fun, using his hands and feet to manipulate his own and the other person's body.

"Zi Chen, look at the wall. Do we look like twin lotus flowers?"

Ling Shumo listened to this and looked at the wall.

Yes——

The white lotus root and jade pendant symbolize love, and the twin lotus flowers bind their hearts together.

【End of the article】