You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 181 I was missing you at that time

After finally walking up to the man, Bai Wan really didn't understand what was going on.

This scoundrel boasted that he was experienced in drawing secret play pictures, but in reality he was just talking about some minor details and was probably too bold to realize it.

The collar was slightly opened, and some marks had not completely faded. If you just pull it open a little wider, someone with a keen eye will know what it is.

Precisely because he couldn't see, he had no awareness of this at all.

Ling Shumo felt at a loss and turned up his collar: "You can't drink much, so don't drink, okay?"

The person on the other side did not answer him directly, probably because he was not yet drunk.

"Then you got drunk after drinking one glass a few days ago... even worse than me..." Bai Wan frowned and raised his head, seeming to still have some resentment about that day.

Apparently, the alcohol has started to take effect—

Ling Shumo was used to seeing his chaotic appearance, but rarely saw such resentment, and he felt uneasy in his heart.

He thought for a moment and ordered, "I'll take him back to the carriage to rest."

The main thing is that he gets drunk and goes crazy, and probably no one can control him.

Once upon a time, Bai Wulai could drag the big yellow dog and dance all night long to offer sacrifices to the gods.

The whole yard was filled with fallen leaves and coal briquettes flying everywhere, making such a noise that no one could sleep at the time. I can still remember it clearly.

Huang Teng, who was sitting next to him, frowned slightly and looked at him with regret: "I was thinking of asking Brother Bai to accept me as his disciple when he was drunk."

"He said he wouldn't accept it." Ling Shumo responded firmly.

Before he could finish his words, a voice came from beside him.

"Yes, I said I won't accept it!"

While Bai Wan was talking, she did not forget to agree, saying vaguely and sadly: "As a teacher, you need to educate people and guide them on the right path. You have to shoulder a great responsibility. You can't just agree to it casually..."

So that's how it is. I lie when I need to, but when I encounter something that I feel is serious, I won't do it.

The man in blue carefully carried the person on his shoulders and supported him, trying to get him into the carriage as quickly as possible to prevent harm to the people around him.

Bai Wan approached the carriage and became drunk and mad instantly. He hugged the horse's thigh and bit it.

"Uu——"

The horse was frightened and ran forward, but fortunately it was pulled by Ling Shumo to avoid a disaster.

"Is there something that worries you?"

Ling Shumo grabbed Bai Wan's hand and pushed it into the carriage like an iron clamp.

He really knew this person too well. He never drank alcohol on weekdays. He only drank when he was upset or had something he couldn't solve.

Bai Wan propped her elbows on the soft cushions in the car and spoke intermittently: "I asked Huang Teng if he still remembered what happened in the inn. He forgot it vaguely, which is really good..."

Ling Shumo felt a lump in his heart, but continued to listen attentively.

Bai Wan's voice was hoarse and his face couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad. His smile no longer had the brightness and vigor that it had before.

He seemed to remember how he escaped from the chaotic land six years ago, and his expression was unusual.

"In the fifty-ninth year of Daying Luzhen, there was plague and famine throughout the country. In order to paint the best picture in the world, I traveled through the alleys and countryside. But I saw piles of bones and starving people everywhere."

Bai Wan recounted word by word what she had seen and heard that year, and she couldn't help but choke up with tears.

He talked about what he saw with his own eyes: a mother swapped her newborn baby with another woman's baby and put it into a pot alive, saying that the baby would rot with its bones.

He also talked about a few children who were washed, hung upside down in the kitchen, and had some cold water poured on them.

There were also countless broken limbs and arms, placed on the chopping board, stained with a deep red...

"Abai..."

Such a bloody scene was so unbearable that Ling Shumo couldn't bear to listen to it.

Bai Wan paused for a moment, and gently stroked the bamboo pole with his fingers: "I am not a saint, I cannot save so many people. I can only save Huang Teng and his children."

His voice was intermittent: "I can't forget it..."

Ling Shumo looked at him, quietly gazing at his sad and haggard eyes.

It was the first time he heard the true content of the painting since the mention of "Wanli Minyuan".

The previous emperor was in the prime of his reign. If one were to directly advise the emperor of the tragedy by showing him a painting of widespread misery and letting him know the true details, it would be tantamount to seeking death.

Fortunately, the late emperor was a wise monarch. Not only did he not sentence him to death, he also opened the granaries to provide disaster relief and help the poor, and dismissed all officials.

Ling Shumo listened for a moment and said, "Why didn't you tell me back then? If so..."

If he had been told, he would have been willing to risk his life to present the painting on behalf of Han Miaoran and give direct advice to the late emperor.

Bai Wan simply hugged his arm and smiled: "You want to die in my place? No way!"

"Since this is what I want to do, I can't let others do it for me. You understand, right?"

Ling Shumo involuntarily stretched out his hand, stroked his brow, and then stopped at his cheek.

"right--"

Bai Wan was dazed at this time, and his hand waved in the air for a moment.

"Back then, the late emperor wanted to sentence me to death. He asked me if I still had any attachment to this world."

"How did you answer?"

The air suddenly became quiet, and the candles outside the curtains flickered.

Ling Shumo only heard Bai Wan helplessly and quietly say, "I'm sorry, my answer is no."

At that time, Han Miaoran did have an inseparable friendship for him, but it was not to the point where she could not control herself.

The man in green seemed to be able to guess this response, and he took a trembling breath.

That's true, otherwise she wouldn't have left him alone to travel and paint, facing the imperial power and torture alone...

In the past, Han Miaoran never thought that Ling Shumo was the only love in the world, so she could die so freely.

Ling Shumo still remembered that year, when he said that he was the one who was pestering him in school, but in fact he was the one who was isolated by his classmates because of his father's reputation as a scholar.

Needless to say, his father strictly restricted his friendships afterwards. Only Han Miaoran, who was not afraid of anything, would look for him.

"It's nothing. You did the right thing. The reason why the late emperor asked you that was because he wanted you to give up."

Ling Shumo's fingertips that were stroking her cheek finally stopped and moved to her jaw, rubbing back and forth.

Hearing this answer, Bai Wan frowned slightly.

The man walked forward little by little, and put his lips on the neck of the person in front of him.

The sound of lips and teeth touching, and the light and rapid breathing, left a clear mark.

Bai Wan remained calm, pulled up his collar in a disguising manner, and patted the other person's shoulder very deliberately.

"You've been pulling my collar these days. Is it because you gnawed on these?"

Ling Shumo's face flushed red, and he stood there frozen, allowing himself to be teased until he was unable to move.

"I never suffer a loss, so this is even!"

Then, Bai Wan lowered her voice and said, "Even if our relationship is restored after six years, I probably won't have the chance to choose..."

"Actually, I was nostalgic for you at that time..."

Ling Shumo felt a burning sensation in his heart. He looked at the man and found that he was already drowsy and had fallen asleep on the couch.

Many things that have been suppressed for a long time are worrying because of their inconsistent appearance and reality.

However, now that he was drunk and in front of this man, he became lax and began to feel sleepy.

Ling Shumo tried to caress her lips, and couldn't help but lean over and do the boldest thing since he woke up.

Let the affection fall gently...