You rascal, stop right there!

Listening to those miserable appearances that I had never known about.

The man in green looked at the plum blossom on the paper, which seemed to be broken by the wrinkles, and suddenly felt even more regretful.

"Ah..." Cheng Su sighed meaningfully.

"Old Man Bai who saved him is a good man, but he often goes out fishing and can't take care of him! It's naturally not easy for a stranger with an unknown identity to live with him."

"Besides, he had been bedridden for two years..."

"When I met him, he had no strength in his left hand and couldn't even throw a stone accurately. I had to teach him how to use a slingshot..."

After Bai Wan was rescued by Old Man Bai, he stayed in Baiyun City for two full years to recuperate.

Ling Shumo had heard about this matter from A Yan before.

But at the time, it was just a statement.

Now that he heard others talk about the details, he realized how much hidden pain the usually smiling man had been hiding.

"How did you find out that he was..."

Ling Shumo's tone paused for a moment.

"It's... it's Han Miaoran's?"

He had already turned his head to the side and pretended to be calm.

Cheng Su suddenly took out a brush from the box.

It turns out that this pen has a lotus engraved on it. Upon closer inspection, it is exactly the same as the one Ling Shumo often uses.

"There is only one pair of these lotus brushes in the world. It is said that they were given by the late emperor to the painting saint Han Miaoran. This one accidentally fell into Chengjiazhuang and I picked it up."

He held the paintbrush in both hands and handed it to the person opposite him.

Han Miaoran and Ling Shumo are both masters of calligraphy and painting, and their deep friendship is known to everyone in the world.

The person opposite took the brush and took out a white cloth bag from his bosom, which contained an identical brush. When comparing the two, one of them did have a crease.

The person's eyes suddenly turned red.

At that time, Luo Wenqi was unknown and he had not been admitted to the Academy of Painting.

The late emperor only gave this money to Brother Yuebai, and he gave himself a portion because he claimed to know him well.

Since the news of his death, no other one has been found.

"At that time in Baiyun City, I was not sure about Xiao Wan..."

Cheng Su looked up at the person opposite her, then coughed lightly.

"I wasn't sure that Bai Wan was Han Miaoran until I found a red scar on his wrist that was accidentally inflicted by my brother..."

Ling Shumo nodded and looked at him.

"Ling has no objection to you teaching him, but..."

His tone was somewhat unwilling: "Why didn't you tell Ling?"

Cheng Su felt innocent and spread her hands helplessly: "I didn't conceal this intentionally!"

"Given the friendship between Master Ling and Painter Han, if you found out that he had become a waste, wouldn't you be more sad than an ordinary person? You stopped writing for him back then!"

Ling Shumo knew that what this person said was not the point.

Although it was sad, he had also seen Yuebai at an age when he couldn't paint.

What we are more worried about than his talent is his life.

"Cheng Zhiyuan might as well explain it more clearly."

He looked up at the man, quietly poured some tea and handed it over.

Cheng Su took the teacup and said, "After the death of Painter Han, the files said that he was killed by pirates while traveling to collect folk songs. But I know that he is not good at swimming. I believe Lord Ling also knows that?"

The person in the wheelchair smiled faintly: "Brother Yuebai is not good at swimming. Anyone who has been with him for a while will know it."

Cheng Su felt that the person in front of her was really indifferent!

It's nothing like the time five years ago when he stopped painting due to the death of painter Han.

How many people feel sorry about this.

"But the Ministry of Justice at that time did not think this was a suspicious point, and cremated the body hastily without even comparing the fingerprints on the body." Cheng Su's eyes suddenly changed slightly.

"After his death, more than 20 people in the Han Mansion, including the cook and the night incense seller, disappeared. The person in charge of the deceased's files disappeared, and all his paintings disappeared as well."

"Heh..." Ling Shumo smiled bitterly.

Of course he knows this.

It was because they checked Yuebai's body before cremation that they found out it was not him.

But he could no longer find any credible person or object to prove that the body was not his.

The people in Yuebai Mansion either disappeared or died suddenly.

Even the accountant he found took him only a month to find.

More than twenty people were involved, and it was not as simple as the unprovoked death of a painter.

"Cheng Zhiyuan, what else do you know?" Ling Shumo looked at him intently, as if he wanted to see through something from this man.

"For example, asking those who treat him to conceal his identity?"

Cheng Su finally softened his previous cynical look and said seriously, "Back in Baiyun City, he was not only bullied by hooligans, but I also found someone chasing him."

The man's tone turned cold: "Master Han was our family's savior, and we are brothers. I will naturally help him, but this is all I can do."

Hear the words.

Ling Shumo suddenly stood up from the wheelchair despite his leg pain.

He raised his sleeves, bowed with both hands, and gave a great salute to Cheng Su:

"Brother Cheng, you are so kind. Ling would like to thank you for teaching him and saving his life. If it weren't for you, he wouldn't be able to live as freely and carefree as he is now."

Although, it's a bit crooked now.

However, if Cheng Su had not taught this man how to fight and use the powder, as well as hide his identity.

I'm afraid that given Brother Yuebai's frail appearance, he would have died long ago due to his amnesia and unfamiliar environment.

Cheng Su rarely received such a great gift and was at a loss as to what to do.

It was unbelievable that Ling Shumo was so grateful to him for saving Han Miaoran.

He bowed humbly and quickly raised his hand: "How can I accept this gift! Minister Ling, please don't embarrass me!"

In terms of official rank, I am not as high-ranking as the person opposite me.

Then, Cheng Su told Ling Shumo some things he already knew.

Back then, when he first recognized Bai Wan as Han Miaoran, he discovered that someone was following him and wanted to kill him. He thought that Yue Bai's identity might bring disaster.

Therefore, Bai Wan has always been encouraged to stay in Baiyun City and have less contact with strangers.

Just think about it, a world-famous painter disappeared for no reason and died half a year later.

The body that was found was beyond recognition, and with no witnesses or physical evidence, it was determined that he was killed by robbers.

Those who knew him are either missing or dead.

It's really weird that he was being hunted in a remote town after losing his memory.

It is also because of this that he did not encourage Bai Wan to take the examination to become a painter.

In case someone recognizes my identity...

"Minister Ling and Painter Han have a deep friendship, and I admire them. But do you really want him to take the exam to become a painter?" Cheng Su still asked out the doubts in her heart.

Ling Shumo quietly put the other lotus pen back into the box, his eyes full of mystery.

"I have already concealed his identity from him. I can no longer prevent him from doing the things he likes in the name of doing good for him..."

Cheng Su looked at him puzzledly: "What if there is danger?"

"If I can't even save his life, it's my responsibility."

Ling Shumo clung to the wheelchair tightly, his eyes darkened...