You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 313 We are all married, originally one body (thanks to the book friend Jingzhigua)

sunset.

The three of them watched as the plum tree in front of the door had been planted, its purple bark shimmering in the sunset glow.

Guo was in a hurry to leave, so Bai Wan wanted to give her the tree-cutting picture he had drawn for her.

The old man waved his hands repeatedly: "I am just a rough guy, how can I put this thing back there? There are hoes everywhere, and it is difficult to collect them."

As a result, Bai Wan simply spread out the drawing paper, wrapped some unknown golden and crispy things, and said mysteriously:

"I baked it yesterday. Eat it now, and you can use it to wrap other things later."

"How can this be possible?"

The roasted crickets were all caught by Bai Wan himself.

It’s not that he doesn’t dare to eat this thing.

But how can such a lifelike and beautiful painting be used to wrap food?

Seeing his uneasiness, Ling Shumo said softly, "Just accept it. He has a bad temper and will make a scene soon!"

Seeing that Weilai was pretending to be vicious, Guo swallowed her saliva and had to accept it and leave.

After the person left, the figure gradually disappeared into the distance.

Bai Wan began to raise his eyebrows: "Who are you saying has a bad temper?"

"I, of course, have a bad temper."

Ling Shumo had no choice but to respond with a smile.

Both of them fell silent.

At this time, Ling Shumo suddenly said solemnly: "In the future, we should try not to let outsiders come to our residence."

Nowadays, people outside are looking for Han Miaoran everywhere, from literati to powerful businessmen, most of whom are offering huge sums of money to ask for his paintings.

The old ministers of Nanying regarded him as an enemy, the literati and poets regarded him as a master, and the businessmen and powerful people wanted him for fame, fortune and money.

In short, it's a mixture of love and hate.

His admirers regard him as the "Saint of Painting", while his haters hate him to death!

"Alright."

Bai Wan thought about it carefully and felt that what Zi Chen said made some sense.

Those who like him just want to use his paintings to exchange for what they want, while those who hate him just think that he paints what they don't want to see.

“Sometimes, I’d rather draw peaches for the monkeys in the mountains, because they really like them.”

Bai Wan unconsciously spread his hands, helpless.

There are not so many people in this world who are eager to recruit and cherish talents.

The painting he made, "A Night Banquet in Caizhou", just happened to serve as an excuse.

"Those who pay a fortune for paintings would be furious if they heard you'd rather paint a monkey."

Ling Shumo was serious, but his smile was as gentle as water.

Bai Wan came closer and leaned closer to him: "If they knew that I gave the painting to someone else as oil paper for roasting crickets, they would be furious."

He still overestimated those people.

He couldn't bear to see the "Painting Saint" who was paid a huge sum of money to paint him ignore the rich and paint the Kitchen God for the common villagers.

Suddenly, Bai Wan remembered the three obsessions that Master Kongming had pointed out to him before his death.

Greed!

It is greedy when others ask him to paint them, and it is also greedy when he insists on painting what he wants.

A gust of night wind blew, and the leaves rustled. Looking at the quiet beauty of the plum tree, against the backdrop of the mountains, it warmed my heart.

At this time, Ling Shumo's voice was right beside his ear, his voice hoarse with emotion:

"You asked Guo to plant plum trees, but you missed your family?"

"The plum blossom tree is in full bloom, and I'm dreaming of the past. I remember your mother once planted it in the yard."

As expected of Ling Shumo, he still remembers things from when he was seven years old.

This tree looks like the one in Han Miaoran's yard many years ago.

A song of plum blossoms falling.

But the old friend never comes back.

"Abai, how about we take Old Man Bai over here?"

The suggestion was made softly and cautiously.

"Ok?"

Bai Wan was shocked, as she didn't expect this person to ask such a question.

Seeing the man sighing, Ling Shumo flipped his hand and handed something to his palm.

It was a letter.

After opening it, I saw that it was all news from Dingzhou.

For so long, Old Man Bai has been carefully taken care of by Ling Shumo's younger brother Ling Han and his family.

I sighed suddenly, it's been a long time since we last met.

It was because Bai Wan and Ling Shumo's marriage was against the will of the world, and only a handful of people knew about it.

If he showed any emotion under his nose, I'm afraid Old Man Bai would immediately gasp and faint, or become so angry that he would wish he had never acknowledged this son.

But even so, the die is cast and the facts are the facts.

Now, Ling Shumo and Bai Wan are no longer bound by their official positions, and without the scrutiny of the ministers and the emperor, everything seems to have been settled.

Ling Han knew the truth, and although he disagreed, he accepted it.

What about Old Man Bai?

Somehow, Bai Wan couldn't help but feel a little confused when she thought of this.

"He is your only relative besides me now. If you want to see him, go and see him."

Ling Shumo hugged him, one arm around his waist and the other hand supporting the back of his head.

"Zi Chen..."

Bai Wan averted her gaze as she was held tightly in the man's arms, unable to move.

"Do you know that if you were not my husband, I would have suffered a lot."

After saying that, he smiled wickedly and kissed her directly, tracing her carefully and moving her with light bites like a rogue.

The person opposite him was made to blush and tense up.

After the kiss, he shook his head.

"Yes, it's been so long. You can try to tell Dad everything."

After all, since the death of his parents, Old Man Bai has become the relative God gave him.

Ling Shumo stepped forward, pressing closer: "Have you really thought it through?"

The illicit relationship between men is absurd, how could the elders accept it, even if they are just adoptive father and son.

"Zi Chen." Bai Wan's eyes fixed, "You've always cared about me, but you can't lie to him forever."

Regardless of whether there will be opposition or not, the father-son relationship of five years of raising and treating the child is real and cannot be abandoned at will.

He is Han Miaoran's only relative besides Ling Shumo.

Ling Shumo took a deep breath and held his hand: "Since you have made up your mind, I will spend my whole life with you to gain his understanding."

Because, if you still oppose it.

They can only live alone outside and it is still impossible for them to separate.

I don't expect any blessings or support, as long as there is no opposition, that's enough.

Bai Wan looked at Ling Shumo quietly, feeling as if there was a persistence in front of her.

He still spoke in that nonchalant tone: "Don't tell others about our relationship. Do you ever feel wronged?"

The two of them are engaged and get married. They can be intimate and affectionate in private and advance and retreat together.

However, it is impossible to be truly fearless and open to the outside world.

Ling Shumo smoothed the hair on his forehead and spoke confidently:

"Since we are not in the secular realm, why do we still have such secular views?"

"Really not aggrieved?"

Bai Wan scratched his chin and rubbed his cheeks and neck again and again, really like a lecher who was teasing others.

The person on the other side was so flustered that he had to grab the man's wrist to stop his reckless and frivolous behavior.

Ling Shumo held him in his arms and rested his head on his shoulder with one hand.

"We are all married and belong together. How can I ask only one person?"

"Then...if we both feel wronged, it won't be a wronged thing anymore!"

Bai Wan took the opportunity to hug the person and laughed, not looking like he had been wronged at all.

He knew that this person was much more eloquent than him, but he just looked like a docile rabbit every time.

The two men stood alone, hugging each other quietly.

If there is a next life, they will be a man and a woman, or no one will look down on them or be puzzled.

Probably much happier...