You rascal, stop right there!

In the following month, in order to prepare for the so-called exam, Bai Wan came to Ling Shumo almost every day to ask for advice on painting after finishing her painting class at Luo Wenqi's painting studio. Basically, every time she went, she could get some new insights.

The main reason was that he saw that Ling Shumo's right arm injury had not healed recently, and he was also practicing holding a pen with his left hand.

Moreover, Ling Shumo speaks much more normally than Luo Wenqi.

However, Bai Wan thought she was working hard, but she found that the light in Ling Shumo's eyes was getting dimmer day by day.

It doesn't seem like he's hiding from me, but as long as he's by my side, he seems to be keeping a distance.

Sometimes near, sometimes far away, it is hard to understand.

That person would always sigh when looking at him, or would deliberately avoid his gaze. Even though he was sitting right next to him, he felt as if he was a thousand miles away.

Bai Wan couldn't figure out what was going on, so he had to study it carefully in the middle of the night.

After spending so much time and effort studying, he finally had an epiphany.

This day.

Ling Shumo looked at Bai Wan, who was in white and holding a paintbrush.

Every stroke seems like a lifetime ago.

The ruffian has been influenced by the long-term painting and has gained more literary temperament.

Half an hour later, he pushed the wheelchair over and Bai Wan put down his pen.

This man's left hand had only learned to paint for three months, so his figures were naturally not at all satisfactory, and his landscape paintings could be said to be harmonious.

But common flowers, vegetables and small animals are very easy to learn.

After all, he was taught by two great painting masters, and with his own talent, he was able to draw complete paintings. In fact, his progress can really be considered rapid.

However, when he looked up, he was still shocked by the scene.

"What you drew is..."

Although the picture is very simple, the brushwork is a bit clumsy and the shape is not very accurate.

But it was clear that six people were fleeing in the mountains, and countless people fell in the woods, seemingly dead. Not far from the forest was a stone tablet that symbolized the border between Xuanli and Daying.

For such a complex picture, there really isn't much to say about the painting skills.

But the artistic conception is there, and the tearful atmosphere is also there.

Moreover, it can be seen that this was not the work of one or two days. Considering Bai Wan's current level of left hand skills, it must have taken him quite a long time to paint.

Ling Shumo, who had been calm for a long time, finally choked up with sobs due to the emotions he had suppressed in his throat.

His eyes were slightly red. "Why did you draw this? How long have you been drawing it?"

Bai Wan said seriously, "Not long! Just one, two, three... days!"

The tone was somewhat deliberate.

In fact, he painted for seven whole days.

However, on the surface, one needs to pretend to be a genius.

Ever since that night watch, he felt that Ling Shumo must have felt hatred and guilt after experiencing this.

If I just speak and write to the emperor, he probably won't feel anything.

At least show a picture! Maybe the effect will be better!

A certain man thinks simply and acts directly.

A gleam of light suddenly appeared in Ling Shumo's eyes. He looked at him quietly for a while, and the emotions in his eyes were even more complicated.

He smiled bitterly: "You really know...I can't let it go..."

Bai Wan patted the man on the shoulder and said sincerely: "No one can eat, drink, gamble and have sex with a smile after going through something like that!"

Suddenly I realized that my analogy was wrong.

He slapped himself and said, "I was wrong. Brother Zichen would not go to that kind of place. I just thought you must still be thinking about this matter."

"I always feel that you have been worried these days. In fact, painting does not necessarily have to be about mountains and water, but also about young ladies."

"If you can show the emperor a painting, it should be more useful than dry words, right? It will be more convenient for you to report the people's sentiments."

Looking at the man in front of him and the drawing in his hand, his unusual thoughts seemed to illuminate the person opposite him with some different aura.

Ling Shumo seemed to have tears in his eyes, his lips trembled, and his heart and eyes seemed to be filled with light.

In fact, he has been in a state of tension ever since he fled back to his country.

To the outside, she appears calm and quiet, as peaceful as a virgin, but in fact she is still brooding over the loss of the diplomatic corps.

Thirty people went, and in the end only six survived.

He saw with his own eyes how the other twenty or so people were slaughtered.

He couldn't tell the other guards because he couldn't bring up their sadness.

You can't tell anyone else because the political situation cannot be discussed.

I can’t even tell Luo Wenqi, because that person only has music, chess, calligraphy and painting in his mind.

The Bai Wan and Brother Yuebai in front of him made him feel an extraordinary sense of trust.

A lifelong friend...

He is the kind of person who can understand or guess what the other person is thinking without saying anything.

Ling Shumo picked up the scroll, looked directly at Bai Wan with red eyes and said, "Thank you!"

Use your pen to express the people's feelings, share their sorrow and grief, and let God hear it.

A painter should not only paint scenes of peace and prosperity, and beauties.

Brother Yuebai is a unique person in this world.

A rare smile of relief appeared on his face.

Ling Shumo smiled, but it was different from the polite smile he gave before. Instead, it was a smile that came from the bottom of his heart, which was really touching.

Bai Wan felt that it was disrespectful for him to refuse this smile.

He knew that he was handsome and a first-class boss who always cared about his brothers' physical and mental health.

Alas, I was born the eldest and it’s hard to give up!

"However, your figure painting is too simple and natural. It would be better for Brother Qi Tu and I to complete this painting together."

The person on the other side said this.

After listening to this, Bai Wan narrowed his eyes and said:

"Don't think I can't hear you! Back to Basics means my paintings are ugly, right?"

Ling Shumo looked at him and cupped his hands: "Actually, this is not about being ugly. It's about my true self..."

"It's ugly. Let me show you what real ugly means!" Bai Wan didn't continue listening to the man.

This guy is a broken jar!

He took out a stack of papers from the corner of the table, which were all his previous failed paintings.

Some people's hands are bigger than their heads, some are bent over with their hands and feet together, and some are drawn with wrong human figures and cannot be modified, so they are scribbled into ink blobs...

Ling Shumo couldn't help laughing when looking at these paintings.

In particular, there was a picture in which the head was drawn too big, so there was no room for the body. In the end, it turned out to be a small carrot head with a delicate head and a dwarf body.

At this time, Bai Wan looked at this man and his brows relaxed slightly.

He seemed to sigh, and also seemed to sigh with emotion: "During this period of time, your eyebrows were twisted together like ropes. Look at your face now, it's much better looking than before!"

Ling Shumo was stunned and looked at him quietly.

Is this person actually trying to amuse himself with his poorly drawn work?

Behaving like a child.

He smiled and felt that there seemed to be some fire burning in the snow from somewhere.

The failure of the peace talks, the grief of the diplomatic missions, and the inexplicable emotions.

He was not only worried that Xuanli might have more hostility towards Daying.

He was also worried that he would unknowingly take a detour.

Ben was frustrated.

I am afraid that I will not be able to face the follow-up situation of such a bad thing between the two countries.

I was also afraid that I would cause Brother Yuebai to drift away from him...

No one will always accompany me to face everything together...

Ling Shumo looked at a man with a bright smile on his face, and casually stroked the painting in his hand.

At this point, it seemed that the previous embarrassment had disappeared.

After he figured it out, he picked up the painting himself, quietly wrote his name on it, and even decided to hide it somewhere.