You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 231 This person still feels distressed

The fire was huge, and the paper in the tent was the most flammable.

In an instant, they were engulfed by thick smoke...

The sound of burning in the darkness seemed to be filled with the most desperate cries of the people in the paintings.

Bai Wan stood there, watching the raging flames burn everything in the empty tent, with a buzzing sound in his ears.

"Master Han, save us!"

"Don't let us burn out like this!"

"I don't want to be forgotten..."

……

The soldiers fighting the fire lined up around them, carrying water, but they were unable to control the fire.

When the fire finally died down, Bai Wan walked in and saw the pitch-black scene. He discovered that the dozens of paintings that had been the product of half a year's hard work had been wiped out.

At this moment, there were heavy shadows in his eyes, like a child who had nothing.

"My lord, everything...it's all burned out..." a soldier who was putting out the fire reported to Ling Shumo.

All turned to ashes.

This scene is too painful.

For a painter, his paintings are no less important than his own children.

Seeing so many of my own children die was like a burn or iron brand engraved on my heart.

"This is definitely a deliberate burning of paintings in an attempt to shake the morale of the army!" Song Yuanshan, who was still sober, rushed over and angrily said to the guards.

They all knew that the reason why the Dingzhou army was able to recapture Yanzhou so vigorously was largely due to the cohesion of the army brought by these paintings.

"Check it out for me. What's going on? Who is so blind?"

How dare you burn the blade of military spirit!

Ling Shumo followed Bai Wan worriedly, following step by step.

He clenched his fists and frowned, thinking of how much effort Ah Bai put into these paintings, and he felt a sense of empathy.

Everyone stared intently at the deep figure, who seemed to have become thinner in an instant.

Bai Wan looked at the ruins, but no one else felt that it was so painful and unbearable to blame others.

At this moment, he was seen searching among them like a child.

It was not until he found the only intact fragment in the corner that he smiled generously: "I didn't notice when I was drawing before that these two children are quite cute."

Ling Shumo didn't know what he was laughing at.

How could he make such open-minded remarks based on just the incomplete pictures of these two children?

It’s not something that ordinary people can understand the effort that goes into this.

Bai Wan turned around and said in a trembling voice: "They look like New Year dolls, which can be pasted on the door!"

Ruined - means they are reborn from the ashes.

As soon as these words were spoken, Ling Shumo probably understood, and his eyes turned slightly red.

There is really a feeling that after these painstaking paintings were burned, there was a kind of silence as if they were reborn.

After all, Abai is not an ordinary painter.

Don't blame others, don't cry out of pity, just think about being reborn from the ashes.

People should not cling to the past.

"Master Bai, we will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly!" Song Yuanshan said every word with certainty.

However, Bai Wan slowly opened his eyes after closing them tightly, and his eyes seemed clearer: "General Song, I would like to apply for a leave of absence. I will not be painting in the army for about five days. Is that possible?"

"Master Bai! You don't have to..."

"Master Bai, once this empty tent is rebuilt, you can add more paintings..."

"If you need anything later, we will prepare these four treasures of the study..."

The generals around him felt that this man was so sad and distressed because his paintings were burned that he was hit so hard that he didn't want to paint anymore.

This is not possible!

Nowadays, Han Miaoran's reputation is growing day by day both among the people and in the military, and he enjoys extremely high popularity among the people.

If the troops were influenced by his paintings every time before fighting against Xuanli's army, it would be more likely to stabilize the morale of the army than any amount of military pay.

Bai Wan quietly held up the incomplete map in her hand, her eyes calm, her slender fingertips tucked towards her sleeves.

Song Yuanshan took a deep breath and said, "Okay, but only for five days."

Regardless of whether they agree or not, Han Miaoran is now the popular support he needs, and the army also needs to recuperate for the time being.

As long as they haven't left Dingzhou, everything will be fine.

at night.

The candle still flickered, timid and bold.

Bai Wan still smiled warmly: "Zi Chen, don't worry, I'm fine."

Ling Shumo looked at the person who had sorted out all the remaining drawings and said worriedly, "So much effort, and half a year's drawings are gone."

This person will still feel distressed...

“In fact, painting is like growing flowers. If we only know how to paint but not how to grow flowers, our paintings will wither. Those paintings will be out of season.”

Bai Wan checked the doors and windows, then lay down in her underwear, still feeling the chill in her quilt.

"I now feel that my obsession with painting is far beyond yours."

Ling Shumo squeezed in and hugged him.

The person leaning against the wall shuddered suddenly, and felt like his clothes rustling, before he was softened by the warm body.

Bai Wan was not used to sleeping in someone's arms, but now she is used to it.

There is no fierce wife in the family, but there are two warm husbands.

Seeing him cross his hands and clench his fists, Ling Shumo held them and asked, "Do you need my help during your five-day rest?"

"No need!" Bai Wan said softly, "I was a little crazy a few days ago. I painted for the sake of painting and for the sake of remembering. In fact, I have reached a bottleneck and need to figure it out myself."

Ling Shumo held him in his arms, looking at him with gentle eyes: "I know you feel heartbroken too. But on the one hand, I feel heartbroken, and on the other hand, I feel happy..."

The long-term mechanical recording and painting life has become a little crazy and needs to stop.

"The one who understands me is indeed Zichen!"

"Isn't she a fierce wife?" Ling Shumo said in a teasing voice.

Bai Wan coughed twice and said, "Nonsense, you heard it wrong, I didn't say that."

Such a matter-of-fact and shameless wall bend.

Forget it, don't worry about it.

Ling Shumo looked at the man in the moonlight. His handsome face remained the same and his eyes were clear.

I gradually feel that this person was born with the talent of painting.

Such talented people just happen to come from the common people.

Bai Wan felt very at ease when she smelled the distant inky fragrance of Ling Shumo.

I can sleep very soundly.

"Abai..." he called out in a hoarse voice.

The person in his arms murmured: "Hmm——"

Ling Shumo smiled faintly, hugged him contentedly and closed his eyes.

The two of them began to breathe longer and longer...

Hug each other without dreams and have a good sleep all night.

The two people who were sleeping soundly probably didn't know that after this night.

Rumors began to spread in Dingzhou that Han Miaoran's painting of the Holy Tent was burned...

The painter Han's hard work was burned, and he was so shocked that he took his anger out on the Dingzhou Army and decided to stop painting...

The whole world is shocked!