You rascal, stop right there!

Three months later.

During this period, Bai Wan learned six types of painting techniques and learned more words.

If you haven’t seen something, sketch and copy it. If you have seen something, learn how to use clever composition techniques.

Under the coaching of Luo Wenqi, he made progress bit by bit, and the day of the provincial preliminary examination was approaching day by day.

There are more than 200 prefectures in Daying. Only the top three in each prefecture can enter the provincial examination and then the final palace examination.

Bai Wan, who was sitting next to him, was drawing in a daze, and felt more and more uncomfortable.

Who can tell him why the painter assessment is so troublesome?

If he didn't know that he was the painting saint Han Miaoran before he lost his memory, he would almost feel that he had nothing to do with this.

"Well, now that everyone has some basic skills in painting, we can proceed to the next step." Luo Wenqi raised his eyes and said.

Bai Wan hadn't come to his senses yet and groaned in response.

Although he hadn't talked it out with Luo Wenqi yet, if he didn't write quickly, he would be letting down Brother Zichen's expectations.

In short, in order to fulfill his promise to go to the capital to meet Ling Shumo, he must not be careless.

On the other side, Luo Wenqi handed him a tube of bamboo sticks with some words written on them.

"Hey, Buddha, people, scenery, animals, flowers and birds, and houses. Remember these well! We will be tested on one of these."

Luo Wenqi knew that Bai Wan could now recognize more words, so he pointed out the words one by one to the people sitting down.

It's strange to say, Bai Wan was illiterate. But these days, as long as he studied the characters and drew the pictures carefully, he could almost remember them all.

"Easy!" he grinned.

After that, he asked them to draw lots from among the six to draw a picture in turn.

Bai Wan drew flowers and birds, and then he started painting with great interest using brush and ink.

Luo Wenqi asked him to paint a flower or bird, and he could just paint one from the ones he knew around him. But he sketched it with a few strokes, and when he handed it in, the painting next to him was so embarrassing that it made the painter blush.

"The monk asked you to draw flowers and birds, why did you draw a woman in a shirt? The examiner will not let you pass!!!"

Then, many of the painters here blushed.

Luo Wenqi on the other side found the painting quite interesting, and his eyes suddenly brightened.

"Well, you've actually made a lot of progress by being able to think of this!"

The painter next to them looked at the two in confusion, not knowing what was going on.

Bai Wan grinned, "Little Luoluo, this is your fault! This is an old habit of drawing secret play pictures. Next time I must remember to let her wear clothes."

"Hey, Xiaobai. Don't say things that you shouldn't say! And can you please call me a Buddhist in Huazhai?" Luo Wenqi lowered his voice, but there was a hint of relief in his tone.

"Hey, but Xiaobai. You have too many strokes here, you need to reduce them. You have to understand that more things are not necessarily better, but each stroke must be in the right place!!"

"That makes sense. It is indeed complicated."

Bai Wan pouted and nodded repeatedly.

"Layman, thank you for your teaching! I want to go out for something, can you give me permission?" Bai Wan pretended to bow.

Luo Wenqi stroked his beard: "Well, go ahead. I can't stop you anyway."

Looking at the man in white running out the door.

The worldviews of the painters nearby collapsed.

Layman, we didn’t expect you to be this kind of person? ? !

Can a picture of a secret play be used to get rid of it?

It seemed like they couldn't understand a word the layman and the ruffian were saying.

However, Luo Wenqi did not notice the dumbfounded painting student, but pointed at a corner of the painting and said solemnly:

"Well, although the exam topic is about flowers and birds, the painting academy's painting topics are never so rigid. This is not a woman, but a picture of orchids..."

So, he covered the woman's long black hair with his hand. Her skin as white as snow was the white orchid, the so-called red heart clothes were the red river red orchid, and the green skirt she took off was the orchid leaves.

In fact, this so-called Secret Play Picture of a Woman is composed of several clusters of orchids and is actually a picture of orchids.

Although his brushwork and colors are not refined enough, it is obvious that his ideas are not at the same level as those of other painters who can only paint flowers and birds.

Hearing this, the people around nodded like chicks pecking at rice.

However, no matter how they looked at it, they felt that the painting was a bit unserious.

On the other hand, Bai Wan, who painted "Beauty and Orchid", went to the post station in Zhengzhou to get a letter.

"Old Hu, is there any letter from the capital?" he asked an old man in plain clothes.

The old man smiled and said, "You always come to get the letter on time! Yes—"

The man handed him the letter.

Bai Wan took a deep breath and looked at the handwriting. It seemed elegant and handsome on the surface, but it was actually wild and unrestrained, which was the writing style of that person.

He unfolded the letter and read it carefully.

There were only five words written on the letter paper: I hope you will grow wings

Below it, there is a painting of a baby bird quietly lying in a nest, seemingly about to spread its wings.

Looking at the painting, he hurriedly picked up his pen and drew a flying bird with full wings next to the bird, and also wrote four words - wait for good news.

Since Ling Shumo left Zhengzhou City, they began to exchange letters. As Bai Wan learned more and more characters and his painting skills became more and more proficient, the letters also began to contain more text.

In fact, it was Ling Shumo who first sent him a letter. At that time, there was only a small sample, which was a picture of a lotus and a sentence "I am well in Beijing". Bai Wan was immediately impressed and later copied many copies.

"Old Hu, please send this back to the capital!" Bai Wan handed over the newly added painting with a bright smile.

"Okay!" The old man took the letter.

Seeing the man's joyful expression, he finally asked what he was thinking:

"Young Master, you correspond with this person in the capital every ten days, and you are always so happy. Who is this person?"

Bai Wan laughed happily: "He is my brother! What's wrong?"

The old man looked at the man's smiling eyes and said doubtfully: "Oh, I'm overthinking."

"What?" Bai Wan asked in confusion.

The old man lowered his voice and gave him an ambiguous smile: "I thought this was your lover in the capital!"

"Ah?" Bai Wan was shocked. "How did you know that?"

"My daughter-in-law has the same expression as you every time she sees the letter my son sends back!"

"This... you guessed wrong! He is really just my brother..." Bai Wan lowered his head, always feeling that something was wrong.

indeed.

In the past few years, he has recruited so many younger brothers.

Has anyone ever sent him a letter? Not even someone writing for him! Not to mention asking him to reply. He even tries to find a way to send and receive letters every month.

He was originally a free-spirited ruffian, but after meeting Ling Shumo and learning that he was Han Miaoran, he learned to read, write, paint and write.

For many days, he couldn't even utter a swear word and almost forgot that he was a gangster.

Bai Wan took a deep breath and said, "Old Hu, you really guessed wrong! He is just a close friend of mine."

He believed that they had a deep brotherly and close friendship, and that was all!

Don’t say that he is not a homosexual at all!

Even if this shameless ruffian is willing to have sex with his wife!

A handsome and elegant man like Ling Shumo abides by the rules.

There is no way he can be gay!

This man should be paired with a considerate, beautiful and charming young lady.

How could it be a stinky man like me!

I must stop myself and others from thinking this way in the future...

This isn't a storybook written by anyone, the whole book is full of gay men!

Any man can fall madly in love with you for no apparent reason after just a few meetings!

impossible…

Because it’s him, I can’t even make random guesses!