You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 179 Brother, Do You Really Not Recognize Us?

"My three guests, what would you like to order?"

The waiter of the teahouse watched the three people approaching while holding a teapot, and then glanced at the rough man not far behind them.

"Just a pot of tea and a few side dishes will be fine." Bai Wan said with a smile.

"Sir, do you know those people?" The waiter put down a pot of tea under the surprised gaze.

"I don't know him." Bai Wan dismissed him.

Shi Yaotong raised his eyes and happened to see the brother and sister and a few bandits in the haystack not far away.

The dusty look on his face as he waited and watched was really suspicious.

"They followed us all the way. Do we really not need to report to the police?"

"Need not."

"That's what they said..." Shi Yaotong felt helpless, "But if they continue to follow, they will reach the capital."

Ling Shumo calmly picked up the bowl and chopsticks and nodded politely in the direction not far away.

"Since Ah Bai said there's no need to report it to the police, then there's no need."

Perhaps it was because noon had arrived, the bandit brother and sister actually came up openly and appeared at the next seat.

The bald man sat next to him with his men: "Waiter, that table of food is ours."

Ling Shumo quickly cupped his hands, his manners were measured and his posture was polite: "No."

Bai Wan grabbed him and whispered, "It's no use for you to talk to them like a gentleman."

So, he finally raised his teacup, leaned on the bamboo pole and sat over there as if no one was around.

With three dice in hand, the attack will happen on the spot.

"Boss, what do you want to do? I didn't rob anyone of their money or their women. But, how about we make a bet on the winner? Whoever loses will stay eight feet away from the other person?"

Ling Shumo beside him couldn't help laughing, he was indeed Abai. No matter whether he won or lost, he would not suffer any loss!

But the bald man frowned, glanced at the other person, and hesitated to speak.

The jasper girl next to him pushed him hard: "Brother, speak!"

It was hard for the people around to imagine that a man wearing animal clothes and carrying a knife and a stone axe could behave in such a coy manner.

After a long while, the man said incredulously: "I don't want to gamble... I want to learn painting from you, brother."

"Find someone else! I can't afford it." Bai Wan refused sternly.

From beginning to end, he refused to listen to my reasons and was unwilling to ask my name.

"This..." The bald man really didn't expect that he would be rejected so quickly.

He hesitated for a moment, and suddenly said in a daze: "Master Han, are you really not going to recognize us?"

There seemed to be some anxiety in his tone, and even a bit of grievance.

Bai Wan heard the rapid breathing and frowned slightly.

He never mentioned knowing them, but just said casually: "There are really not so many people I know in this world."

At this time, the teahouse has already served the dishes on the table. The aroma of tea and snacks fills the nose.

"bass!"

Bai Wan has decided to stand up and not get entangled with these people anymore.

The girl opposite felt uneasy, so she opened a small handkerchief and pushed a small stone inside in front of him.

The surface of those things was rough, with some bumps and some mixed particles.

"What is this...thing..."

When Bai Wan touched the gravel, the sound trembled slightly.

The man hesitated: "It's okay if you don't recognize us. But this is what you left behind, and I have to return it to you."

Bai Wan was stunned for a moment, then fumbled around and put the stone in front of his mouth and nose and sniffed it.

Suddenly, I smelled a hint of ink, and my heart suddenly felt sour.

"Could it be that...this kind of thing is still left?"

That year, Xizhou was full of dry earthen kilns and surrounded by endless yellow sand.

After he rescued the children from the Mirou Inn who were nearly killed, he himself was also nearly slaughtered, so they all hid in a rammed earth cave.

In such a prosperous era, there are still people committing cannibalism.

In grief and anger, he drew some small sketches of "Wanli Minyuan" on the wall.

The bald man nodded slightly: "Although we only stayed for a few days, you gave us all the dry food. You also said that you would come back if you could convey your painting to the emperor."

The two of them said almost the same thing: "We waited for a long time, and finally couldn't help but go out, and it just so happened that the government opened the warehouse to release grain."

"That sketch was later knocked down by everyone and has been hidden to this day."

They have kept the worthless mural sketch until now?

Six whole years!

This, I have to say, is a shock.

After all, that painting was a leap forward in his career as a painter.

Since then, there has been no more moving masterpiece.

The ups and downs are now a thing of the past.

He's not the kind of person who can't let go at all.

"You have been guarding it...waiting for a long time?"

At this moment, Bai Wan's heart suddenly softened, with an indescribable emotion.

Look, this man has already been moved and softened, the stone is tightly held in his palm. The bald man and the girl immediately arched their hands without warning.

Bai Wan couldn't see the brother and sister's behavior at all.

His eyes only dimmed slightly, and he thought of the rows of hanging rice meat and the past in his painting.

……

In the endless yellow sand, there were a few children who were several years younger than him, looking at him in tattered clothes.

"Brother, will you come back?"

"We'll all be waiting for you!"

……

Bai Wan held the object in his hand, paused for a moment, and smiled quietly.

"In fact, what Han has done now is to die without regret..."

Five years of amnesia, a disabled right hand, and the first half of his life as a court painter.

The two people opposite stared at him straight, holding the stones in their hands with smiles as beautiful as spring flowers, and nodded in understanding.

"Brother...are you admitting it?"

This sentence seems so long ago that I can't remember it.

"Don't call me that, it will shorten my lifespan." Upon hearing that, Bai Wan got goose bumps all over his body.

The brother's deep and mature voice might allow him to play the role of father and daughter with his sister.

"My last name is Bai now, and my given name is Wan, which means picking vetch." He said with a smile.

At this point, the so-called denial has no meaning.

From the beginning, they had never forgotten the time they spent hiding in the cave to avoid the massacre.

Bai Wan was always talkative and cheerful, but this time she just listened quietly to how the brother and sister got through that period.

When the two talked about the sandy sesame cake they had eaten, the expression of the person opposite them became more and more quiet and changeable.

Bai Wan's smile faded, and she sighed, "I'm sorry, I broke my promise..."

……

Ling Shumo, who was sitting next to him, had been listening to everything. He, who was usually as gentle as jade, suddenly stopped drinking.

This person has a past that he is completely unaware of.

In particular, the "pea" in the name of white pea was actually taken from the herb "Pipa", which was a must-eat for people in times of plague and famine.

Ling Shumo sighed in his heart, looking at Bai Wan's profile in the sunlight, quiet and peaceful.

His expression became more complicated in admiration——

For the sake of others, would you not regret even if you die nine times?