You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 219 Never Separate Again

This is a bit of a joke.

The story of the painting saint Han Miaoran and the calligraphy saint Ling Shumo's homosexuality is simply horrifying.

Shen Zhuyue had indeed heard that the two were childhood sweethearts and had a deep love for each other, but she never thought that they actually had such love.

No wonder this man looked at me with such a strange look when I went to Bai Shizhao's official residence, and even asked for a draft that he casually gave me.

Shen Zhuyue quietly approached Luo Wenqi and said, "Master Luo, who are these two people?"

Luo Wenqi remained calm and said, "It's just what you think!"

He was very perceptive and had seen the difference between Zichen and Xiaobai many years ago. Only the two of them were so confused that they had no idea of their own feelings.

Shen Zhuyue only felt that her brows were furrowed for the first time.

How can a man be considered gay if he doesn't like women?

However, if he knew that the three saints whom he admired, even Luo Wenqi, actually liked men, he would probably be shocked.

Here, Bai Wan stood obediently beside Ling Shumo.

He did not return to the courtyard for seven days. He and the other two painters painted fans all night long. It was indeed not good not to tell Zichen.

"Are you helping the Dingzhou army raise money for their military pay?" Ling Shumo immediately saw the reason for the scene before him.

There were many people in the art world who wanted to sell their paintings to make money to raise military funds, but there were only a few who could really sell their paintings for high prices.

"The one who understands me is Brother Zichen!" Bai Wan responded with a smile.

Ling Shumo gathered his cloak and bowed to the other two: "Thank you, Brother Qi Tu and Brother Shen. You are both so kind! From today on, you will all live in my house. It is much warmer than here, and more suitable for painting."

Bai Wan couldn't help but ask: "Why don't you say I'm Gao Yi?"

Ling Shumo seemed to be worried and held his hand: "Okay, you are also Gaoyi--"

The tone seemed to be dragged out, but the tone was very strange.

It's like, complaining about something...

Bai Wan struggled uncomfortably but failed to break free.

He only heard a soft complaining voice beside his ear: "Gao Yi also needs to have a good rest and stop torturing himself."

Afterwards, Ling Shumo asked someone to take away the fan, painting folder and countless paints and pens and inks, and urged him directly to get on the carriage.

Shen Zhuyue and Luo Wenqi were riding in another carriage.

Bai Wan sat in the car, with two small hand warmers stuffed directly into his hands, and he also put on an extra cloak.

Knowing that I would be staying here for the next few days, I moved some warm things here directly.

"Brother Qi Tu has found a Lingyu merchant. Our fans, in the name of the Saint of Painting's wonderful paintings, can raise at least two hundred thousand taels. They will surely help us recover Yanzhou!" Bai Wan told him complacently.

Ling Shumo half hugged him but frowned without saying a word.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Bai Wan thought that this was not powerful enough.

He said slowly, "Back then, many wealthy merchants from other countries offered thousands of gold coins to paint for me, but I could not paint without an imperial decree. Now I am determined to divide the painting of Winning Mountains and Rivers into several scrolls and sell them, so as to raise more money to help recover the capital!"

The air suddenly became quiet.

Ling Shumo took out a pen and wrote down every word he said. The worry in his eyes was almost crushed by his words.

He just listened to Bai Wan's endless chatter, word for word...

After a while, Bai Wan finally finished speaking.

All that could be heard was the even breathing of the two.

Ling Shumo then spoke quietly: "How many hours have you slept in these seven days?"

Bai Wan was stunned for a moment, "I don't remember that. Just sleep when you're tired!"

"What you mean is that as long as you don't feel sleepy, you can hold on?" Ling Shumo forced a smile.

Indeed, that’s it!

Bai Wan didn't think there was anything wrong with his behavior. He had been painting diligently and couldn't stop once he started.

I only heard a very pleasant voice, saying lightly: "You are always so scary, how can I feel at ease?"

Scary, it's a very serious word.

Ling Shumo could no longer bear this person leaving him without a word, even for half a day.

"You really don't have to worry." Bai Wan felt warmth welling up in her heart, "I'm very capable!"

Awesome, but amnesia!

Awesome, but blind!

Awesome, but I suffer from amnesia and chills!

Ling Shumo really could no longer believe this person's countless promises that nothing would leave a trace.

"Tonight and from now on, you will sleep with me. Is that okay?" the person next to him said lightly.

Bai Wan widened his eyes, feeling that he might have heard it wrongly.

Did Ling Shumo say this?

"Zi Chen...we..."

In his early twenties, he was full of vigor and vitality. After all, it had been a long time since that affair, so it was normal to get used to it.

Well, he understands.

However, this person clearly didn’t remember anything, so how can we make up for the confusion of priorities?

As a result, Ling Shumo answered with reason and evidence: "We lived together in your hut before. I can just move a soft couch into your room."

"oh-- "

Bai Wan just felt that she was being too sentimental and thinking too much, which made her very angry.

It seems that this person only becomes thoughtful, reserved and speechless after drinking.

Nothing more...

Sighed slightly.

into the night.

Unexpectedly, Bai Wan was forgetful and had no memory of this incident at all.

As he did in the past, he finished painting the fan in the house, closed the door, and then made a note of his intention to paint that day.

So when Ling Shumo brought in pillows and bedding, people were shocked.

"Zi Chen, I already have enough bedding. No need to send more!" Bai Wan said calmly and was about to close the door.

He just felt that the room was already hot and stuffy due to the charcoal fire, and the original three quilts were really enough.

However, at this moment, Ling Shumo said sincerely: "I will move in later, you agreed."

"is it?"

Bai Wan thought carefully, but she had no memory of it. She opened the booklet, but it seemed that she had not written down the conversation.

However, since Zi Chen said so, I must have agreed to it.

So he walked to the bed, moved sideways towards the wall, and made room.

Ling Shumo felt his face flushed, and his heart was beating fast at someone's calm behavior.

My face felt hot and I felt really embarrassed and at a loss.

It was clearly said that one would sleep on a soft couch and the other on a bed like before.

Nowadays, I mostly don’t remember what he said and feel like we were sleeping in the same bed.

such……

It should be possible!

He didn't actually plan to do anything...

Sighed slightly.

Ling Shumo hesitated for a moment, but still moved the bedding onto the bed. He lay down stiffly as if something was holding him back.

He just lay there quietly, staring at the figure next to him in a daze.

Bai Wan looked at him sideways, and wondered why this man suddenly lay down like a gentleman and didn't even move?

He really didn't know whether he should be angry or not.

"Hmph, sleep!"

After saying that, he turned inside out and faced away.

I haven't slept well for several days and now I feel a little sleepy.

Ling Shumo heard the man's even breathing and couldn't help but ask softly, "Abai..."

I didn't turn around, I was afraid I really fell asleep.

He came closer and said, "Do you know that we have been forced to separate five times in the past few years? Every time it was like a farewell of life and death!"

"Let's never be separated again, okay?"

Suddenly, he felt a warm body pressed against his chest and his arms were clamped and held.

Someone was half asleep and half awake, and replied in a daze:

"good --"