You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 169 I'm afraid he has already eaten it all up

The stone chamber was dimly lit by candlelight all day long, making it impossible to tell whether it was day or night.

Bai Wan fumbled around for a while and found that the clepsydra had reached the correct scale.

He paused, and felt that it was indeed night.

Lin Fu stood by and asked about the herbs used as paint: "How about Indigo?"

"It's a dark blue powder with a nice fragrance. It's originally the stems and leaves of woad. It's best suited for painting ladies. I feel it's a bit fine."

Afterwards, Bai Wan was choked by the smoke and started coughing: "Is the humidity too high? I can't tell."

Lin Fu looked at his figure and hesitated: "The medicine has been boiled. After Master Ling takes it, you should go to bed early!"

The man leaned forward and nodded: "Doctor Lin, can you lend me some writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone, and a dozen sheets of rice paper on credit?"

"What are you going to do?" Lin Fu asked.

"I have to do six exercises every day. I have been late for quite a while because of taking care of Zichen. I have to make up for the missed paintings."

Bai Wan picked up the medicine bowl and spoke as he did so.

There is no such thing as a successful painter overnight. He couldn't just sit there doing nothing just because Ling Shumo was injured and no one was watching him.

Especially now that he had finally figured out the rules of the chess game, he could gradually distinguish colors by relying on his sense of smell and touch.

Lin Fu couldn't help but look at this man carefully. Bai Wan's eyes were dull and his face looked a little pale. In addition, his clothes were covered with black and gray wrinkles, and he looked a little embarrassed.

"It turns out that you and Lord Ling are the same kind of people." She shook her head.

One of them memorized an entire foreign medical book and borrowed the four treasures of the study from him to practice his cursive calligraphy.

The other one was blind but still memorized the pharmacology of plants and painted every day without slacking off.

It was indeed as the rumors said, one was good at calligraphy and the other was good at painting.

Lin Fu's eyes couldn't help but delve deeper, and she seemed to remember what Li Li had said before.

These two people don't have the knowledge that ordinary people should have, and they are doing impossible things.

"You... I mean, as a painter who is now blind, do you feel that the world is unfair and that life is worse than death?" Lin Fu asked calmly.

Bai Wan smiled: "But I can still hear, speak, and smell. I can still hold a pen with my left hand. And..."

Compared to the lonely courage and arrogance six years ago.

Now, he still has Ling Shumo and Old Man Bai, as well as various brothers and friends. With such people around him, he will not be hopeless even if he becomes blind.

"In short, now I have something to worry about, so I am not so hopeless."

His tone is really open-minded, and he doesn't seem to be burdened by life at all.

At this moment, Lin Fu's eyes were filled with an inexplicable sadness, as if he was feeling some unconscious regret.

Bai Wan could hear that his breathing was rapid, and there was an unnoticeable hint of grief in his ups and downs.

"Doctor Lin, why do you ask me this?"

The person on the other end didn't answer and seemed to be choking.

……

Bai Wan let the boiled medicine cool for a long time before taking it to the side room and happily placing it in front of Ling Shumo.

"Take a rest after drinking it. I heard from the doctor that this medicine can make people sleepy. I have other things to do." He lowered his voice.

Ling Shumo quietly looked at his features and the rolled-up rice paper in his hand: "I knew you would definitely abide by the rules you set for yourself, so I have to help you fold some paper."

After hearing this, Bai Wan simply put down the bamboo stool and bamboo table in front of the couch.

"You are so sincere and caring. You still remember to help me even when you are injured... just like a good wife?"

"You can change the word!"

"Husband's helper?"

……

Ling Shumo sighed and continued to fold, glancing sideways at the rice paper that was folded into a chessboard-like grid layout.

Bai Wan placed his hands on the paper, groping for the idea in his mind, and picked up the pen.

He holds the pen and dips it in ink, quite seriously.

It is hard to imagine that a blind person can draw very different things now. He can draw straight and smooth lines without seeing, and the gaps between the pens seem real.

Not long ago, he could only draw the rough outline of the creature.

"This is for you. I will practice it every day. I always feel that a gentleman is like a bamboo, which is most like you."

Ling Shumo looked at the paper and raised his hand. The calluses on the left hand of the person opposite him became increasingly thick and frightening.

The heat in my heart is getting stronger...

In this painting, Ink Bamboo, on the left side, there is a straight bamboo trunk that stretches out like a cloud, with bamboo leaves leaning against it and showing through a little bit. On the right side, there are clusters of bamboo leaves that look like flying birds, which makes the scene full of breathtaking artistic conception.

I don't know where the idea came from, but I came up with the idea of using my fingers to control the thickness and viscosity of the ink color and draw flying birds.

When Ling Shumo's hand lightly touched the paper, it curled up as if it was burned by flames.

Obviously his favorite is lotus, but the one he draws best is bamboo. I guess he put a lot of effort into it.

He quietly looked at the man's eyes wrapped in white gauze, as if he wanted to see the bright eyes of the past through them.

If it was him instead of this person who was blind, he would probably feel hopeless about life!

Ling Shumo did not bother him, just watched him, and even wrote a few words on the paper he had drawn from time to time.

After an unknown amount of time, Bai Wan finally put down his brush. He spread out the dried painting and said, "Finally, it's finished."

As he spoke, there was suddenly no sound in his ears. Perhaps he had fallen asleep due to the effects of the drug.

Ling Shumo was sleeping soundly, his faint breath carrying a hint of ink scent.

Bai Wan couldn't help but gently touch the cheek of the person opposite her with her fingertips, and tucked the quilt around his ear.

"...In two days, I will try to repaint the painting "Wanli Minyuan". However, that painting is likely to carry countless... I don't know if history will repeat itself..."

In the darkness, he said this quietly, caressing the face of the person opposite him.

This person leaned forward and gently placed his affection on her...

Chen Xingyi, who was pretending to sleep on the stone bed next to him, originally heard the painting, so he pricked up his ears and tried to listen more carefully.

As a result, when I turned around, I saw this immoral kiss.

He frowned in shock and coughed twice: "Boss, I didn't see anything..."

Bai Wan shrugged and smiled indifferently.

He couldn't help but say, "It's okay if you saw it. I'm honest."

Chen Xingyi suddenly added: "Then I'd better just change rooms with you."

The person on the other side smiled sadly and took a deep breath: "That would be great!"

Originally, the stone chamber was arranged in one room because these two people were injured.

Bai Wan thought it was very troublesome to come and look after the child every day, but now it feels much easier.

After saying this, Chen Xingyi was about to stand up when he was held down by the person opposite him.

Bai Wan said each word with absolute certainty: "It's still the same as before."

Chen Xingyi, who was familiar with this kind of boss, knew him very well.

Shang still remembered that from the very beginning, this person never went back to his own room, and fell asleep directly on Ling Shumo's couch every day.

He sat beside the bed and stood in front of the table.

In fact, if I feel extremely sleepy, I will just squeeze in on the bed. It doesn't matter whether I change or not.

He couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Okay!"

The boss is indeed a willful scoundrel. I'm afraid he has already taken advantage of Lord Ling.