You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 237 First of all, I have someone in my heart

"Yawn!" Bai Wan sneezed loudly again.

The snow around me was melting in the sunlight, and I was afraid I might have caught a cold.

I saw a few women in coarse linen clothes, with serene smiles, none of them wearing any makeup, and they were dressed very simply, setting up stalls by the door on the street.

They were still mending clothes and making insoles in the open air.

At this moment, the woman with a scar covered by half her hair came over with something in her hand.

"Mr. Bai." said the girl.

Bai Wan looked for a long time before she could barely recognize that the calm and confident woman in front of her was actually Ruan Jie, the first-class embroidery expert.

"Who is this girl?" Old Man Bai asked quietly.

He felt that the woman's behavior was appropriate and her voice was gentle, but the scar on her face was a little too tragic.

"Dad, Miss Ruan is a very talented embroiderer. I've only met her a few times." Bai Wan smiled.

In fact, he was fond of her embroidery paintings and humbly sought advice on needlework and painting, but they had only met privately twice.

"Yes, Mr. Bai and I met by chance." Ruan Jie bowed.

Bai Wan looked at the small shop and said with satisfaction, "You are quite capable to have your own shop."

"I have to find something to support myself." Ruan Jie's voice was not loud, even a little hoarse, but it was much stronger than before.

"You look like this, reminding me of the former boss lady Tao from Zhengzhou City who had a great business."

Bai Wan couldn't help but smile. If it were someone else, he would probably have already moved into the military and provincial government's residence with En.

"This is the needlework drawing I memorized recently. I am giving it to you to repay your help. Bye." She handed him a sample embroidery drawing with a ring knot.

"Thank you!"

Bai Wan took it with joy and examined it carefully, not noticing that the person had gone far away.

"Abai... cough cough cough!" Old Man Bai looked strange and coughed at him twice.

It would be fine to ask a woman for advice, but it is really inappropriate to casually accept her embroidery.

"Dad, have you caught a cold?" Bai Wan quickly patted his back.

The old man was very disappointed and said, "You are already married to Yunniang, how can you still have a relationship with other girls, especially this girl is so..."

I couldn't bring myself to say the word "ugly".

Bai Wan sighed deeply: "First of all, I have someone in my heart, and I have nothing to do with Yun Niang. Don't mention her every day."

"Then, I paid for this girl's embroidery, so don't think too much about it, dad."

"Finally, this world is so difficult, and it's not easy for a little girl like her to survive. It's so hurtful to talk about her appearance."

These are one by one, one set after another.

Old Man Bai was a little confused when he heard this. He wondered when the former ruffian had become so organized in his arguments.

When he reacted, he noticed a few words: My heart belongs to someone.

He was speechless.

Looking at the adopted son whom I haven't seen for a long time, I thought he was a ruffian who no one would want if thrown on the street, but he actually calmed down one day.

"Abai, do you have a girl you like? How does she look? What's her character like? How many people are there in her family? Do I know her? Although I still think Yunniang is the best, we are separated..."

Bai Wan felt sweat pouring down his forehead, hesitating: "Well..."

"Hmm." Old Man Bai seemed to think deeply for a moment, "The ten girls I mentioned to you in the past were all scared away by you, but you can't scare this one away this time."

"This..." Bai Wan continued to sweat and stammer.

Seeing that this person was so hesitant to speak, Old Man Bai said directly: "Little bastard, you didn't sleep with someone else's daughter?"

"Am I...am I that kind of person?"

Bai Wan smiled bitterly. It was hard to say who was slept with.

"You look like me, a lot like me!" Old Man Bai gasped.

Now, Bai Wan was depressed.

Before he met Zi Chen again, he was a naive but cowardly boy who could only flatter others with words. How could he give others such an impression?

The old man opposite was still twirling his beard thoughtfully: "Oh, it would be great if Master Ling was a girl, with such good looks and upbringing."

puff--

Bai Wan almost spit out the tea he had just taken.

"Tonight, why not ask Lord Ling if he has any sisters or relatives."

"Dad, don't ask!"

"Who is the girl you love?"

"This one……"

"If you don't tell me, then you must be lying to me!"

Bai Wan coughed twice and felt so embarrassed that he wanted to crawl into the crack of the ground and lie there like a bug.

At this moment, the chopsticks in my hand reflected the shadow of the table, and the two lines through the embroidery made me feel depressed and entangled.

Simple, concise, light and vivid.

His eyes suddenly lit up.

…………

Under dusk.

Inside the house, Ling Shumo looked at Old Man Bai diligently picking up dishes with a complicated look in his eyes.

The pickled radish was almost deformed by the pinching, not to mention the white radish in the elm seed rice and the few pieces of meat in the tofu puff were all picked out.

He had just dealt with a group of spies in the army, more than half of whom were dead, so he had no appetite for the time being.

"Uncle Bai, you are a guest, there is no need to do this." Ling Shumo said softly and warmly.

The language was appropriate, but the eyes kept wandering around and there was no sign of Bai Wan.

Finally, I couldn't help asking, "Abai, why didn't you come?"

"That kid?" Old Man Bai said unhappily, "After getting the embroidery, he hurried back, saying he was going to paint a new piece."

"Embroidery? New work?"

Old Man Bai stared at him blankly and spoke slowly: "He said that Zen is the heart of freedom, but I don't know what he was talking about. I don't understand."

The person opposite him drank a mouthful of soup reluctantly, stared at him stiffly for a while, then put down his chopsticks and stood up, immediately bowing:

"Uncle Bai, I have official business, so I'll go back first."

Seeing this man leave, Old Man Bai had no choice but to lower his head and concentrate on eating, with the corners of his mouth curled down.

"Is the Dingzhou government office so busy?" He pulled at his folds.

When Ling Shumo hurried back to the room, he inadvertently saw the doors and windows were closed and the candles were flickering.

Han Miaoran is obsessed with painting.

This person is used to being self-absorbed. Once he is focused, he will often get drunk and stay at home.

At the worst times, he even went without food, water, sleep or speech for days and nights in order to paint.

"Knock...knock...knock" fingers knocked gently on the door.

Until he opened the door and walked forward to say something.

But he saw a pair of peach blossom eyes slowly raised up, revealing a calm gaze, as if she didn't notice him at all.

He holds a pen in his hand, pinching it with two fingers, and his temperament is like the moon.