You rascal, stop right there!

Ling Shumo had already taken the chopsticks and felt his heart getting hotter and hotter.

He raised his hand to pick up the noodles, and indeed recalled the past when he and Yuebai had dined together under the moon and talked about their concerns.

Now the two of them are so relaxed, which makes people feel at ease.

Looking at Ling Shumo like this, Bai Wan finally understood why she had loved eating Caizhou's delicious food from the street restaurant so much in recent years.

Why did Ling Shumo know when he was in Lanyuan that his favorite food was white sugar cake?

There are probably some things that you are unlikely to forget even if you lose your memory.

"Brother Zichen, if my right hand was not disabled, would it be possible for me to draw this picture? Solve this problem?"

Ling Shumo stopped what he was doing and looked up at him.

"Why do you ask that?"

Bai Wan seemed to be sighing with emotion, and said happily: "Xiao Luoluo said that my left hand has improved very quickly, and my right hand may be very powerful as well."

The person opposite looked at him quietly for a while, with complicated emotions in his eyes.

He smiled, seeming a little bitter and lonely: "You are right, I think it must be like this."

His real name is Han Miaoran.

Of course that's true.

Bai Wan looked at him, trying her best to hide her emotions.

I don’t know what my personality was like before I lost my memory. If I recover, will I cry on the spot?

In order to divert his thoughts at the moment, the man finally stood up.

Bai Wan glanced around.

The paintings on the table in the studio were piled up in a mess, as if they were all treated as waste drafts.

Making a bull give birth is indeed a difficult task.

He saw some paintings that showed either a single yellow cow or a single calf.

There are some covered by grass, some are about the universe, yin and yang, and even some in the mirror, in the water, etc.

It can be seen that Ling Shumo must have thought of many ways but still failed to draw a suitable painting.

"You don't have to look at it. I haven't drawn it yet. Tomorrow is the deadline. I don't know what to do at the moment." Ling Shumo slowly put down his bowl and chopsticks.

"Since ancient times, yin and yang have been in order, and women have always given birth. But a bull giving birth is something that goes against morality. It is indeed a difficult problem."

……

When he said the words "against moral principles", he paused.

Then, Ling Shumo's gaze unconsciously turned to Bai Wan.

Under this moon, the man's graceful figure naturally makes people feel uneasy.

"Abai, what do you think of the four words 'violating moral principles'?"

He asked faintly.

Unexpectedly, this touched the emotions of a certain ruffian.

"Maybe it just violates the rules that everyone knows!" Bai Wan smiled.

Ling Shumo's eyes suddenly darkened: "So what do you think the rules are?"

Bai Wan curled her lips and began to count:

"That's a lot! For example, men giving birth to children! Men being gay with other men! And not respecting teachers, not making money in the right way! Not admitting the loss in a fight..."

Then, he was a little curious: "Brother Zichen, why are you asking me these?"

Ling Shumo originally had a temperament as cold and calm as the moon, but at this moment, there was a hint of panic in his calmness.

"nothing……"

Bai Wan felt that this person seemed to be referring to something.

Did he want to ask him what he thought of the painting "Bull Giving Birth"?

He couldn't help but feel a headache.

Everyone knows that men cannot give birth to children! Neither can bulls!

It's just that this is ridiculous and no one is willing to admit it!

If you try to draw a picture of a bull and a calf and claim that they are father and son, no one will believe it.

What should we do...

……

Thinking of this, Bai Wan suddenly had a strange idea in his mind.

He looked at the handsome young man in blue, hesitated, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Ling Shumo could tell at a glance that this person was different now, and smiled quietly: "Just tell me what you want to say."

Bai Wan suddenly smiled and said, "I do have a way to help you buy some time. If you're lucky, maybe the emperor will automatically cancel the title of this painting."

Ling Shumo's expression was originally calm, but he became curious when he heard the words.

"What's the solution?"

This……

Bai Wan looked a little embarrassed, and looked at A Yan beside him with an unnatural expression.

"Can A Yan go down? I have to tell you in secret." he said.

Ling Shumo didn't quite understand, but still nodded and asked A Yan to go down.

Under the moonlight.

The white pea came closer and gave him a strange smile.

Ling Shumo looked up and saw Bai Wan's face appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.

In an instant, the man's eyes were almost about to meet his own.

especially,

This handsome face, bright smile, and bright lips gradually become clear...

Ling Shumo felt that the two of them were quite close.

They have never been so close since their reunion...

In fact, before, even if they were so close, he would not have noticed the other's burning breath so clearly...

He would not have noticed that when this person approached, he would be so helpless.

As a result, his hands unconsciously grasped the corner of his clothes tightly, and his whole body was stiff and unable to move.

On this side, Bai Wan didn't notice that anything was wrong with this man.

He just quietly raised one hand, whispered softly into Ling Shumo's ear, and told him the plan in his mind.

The indifferent look in the listener's eyes disappeared, he only felt a trace of cold sweat on his back, and he rubbed the corner of his clothes unconsciously in his hands.

After he finished speaking, Ling Shumo looked at Bai Wan and said, "It's amazing that you could come up with such an idea."

Bai Wan smiled brightly and refused the praise.

However, he felt that the man's reaction after hearing this was a little too calm.

Shouldn't she be shocked, angry, and finally ashamed and call him ridiculous?

"Do you really want this method?" Bai Wan asked tentatively.

Ling Shumo looked at him, lowered his eyebrows and smiled: "How can you not use such a good method?"

"Just trust me!" Bai Wan raised the corners of his lips somewhat proudly, "But are you really willing to do this?"

Because this really damages Brother Zichen's image.

In other words, the image of more people.

"If you believe me, I will naturally believe you. No matter how ridiculous it is!" The person on the other side said firmly without hesitation.

These words touched Bai Wan's heart.

Brother Zichen is probably the only one in this world who would say that he believes in himself.

Before I lost my memory, Ling Shumo and I must have trusted each other.

Bai Wan looked at him unconsciously. Her expression was originally calm, but she quietly discovered a hint of red near his ear.

"Brother Zichen, you should go to bed early. I think the wind tonight gave you a fever. Both of your ears are red!"

A certain man speaks without thinking and speaks his mind.

咳—

Ling Shumo was stunned for a moment, but with a complicated expression he picked up the teacup on the table and swallowed the tea as if nothing had happened.

He may have never thought about it.

One day I would actually become so shy because of this person's approach.