You rascal, stop right there!

Chapter 306 You are the worm in my stomach

I feel a bit regretful that I can’t see Luo Wenqi.

Back then, the three of them often traveled together, but now one of the "Three Saints" is missing.

Ling Shumo patted his shoulder and said comfortingly, "Brother Qi Tu, whatever your heart desires, I'm sure you'll be happy with it."

They thought Luo Wenqi was probably still chasing Chen Xingyi.

At the beginning, this person said that he would accompany him to find the genius doctor Lin Fu to cure the poison of "Jade Powder", and he would come to Nanying at all costs during the war.

However, after the fall of the previous dynasty, all the doctors who had participated in the development of the "elixir of life" were either dead or missing.

Until the failure of the "Alliance on the River" negotiations and the establishment of the Qing Dynasty, there was no news after a few occasional letters.

Bai Wan shook her head helplessly: "Xiao Luoluo is a stubborn person, I hope he won't do anything stupid."

According to Luo Wenqi's crazy...

Chen Xingyi was born, and he was born.

When Chen Xingyi died, he died.

If Chen Xingyi doesn't want him, he probably won't want himself either.

The two saw that all the people attending the Fanjing Yaji except Luo Wenqi had arrived.

People really can't wait.

The "Qushui Liushang" of Fanjing Yaji began.

The elegant and secluded garden is surrounded by lush trees and bamboos, and has an ancient charm.

Some people bowed their heads in thought, while others looked around happily.

"It's a rare occasion for us all to gather together. I have a drink to drink and would like to invite everyone to share."

Bai Wan raised his sleeves, bowed, and picked up the wine glass, looking like a handsome young man.

Because he and Ling Shumo were not good at drinking, and they were afraid that someone would get drunk and look unbecoming, they substituted tea for wine.

Ling Shumo looked at him with eyes full of brilliance.

He only thought that this person was usually careless and unconcerned about details. However, when it came to formal occasions, he would stand tall and straight, no less so.

"Okay!" everyone echoed.

Some people in the crowd secretly looked at him - why was the painting saint who was rumored to have lived in seclusion and even mingled among the people so high-profile this time?

Bai Wan publicly said in the Fanjing Yaji:

"In addition to entertaining you all, I have something else to explain."

He raised his hand solemnly and then swallowed the contents of the cup.

"What most people don't know is that each of my paintings has special markings that can be analyzed by anyone other than an expert."

He raised his eyebrows.

"If someone paints a fake, I won't pursue it, but I suggest that artisans who are struggling to make a living consider joining the Dingbei Painting Association to make a living!"

The tone of these flip-flops is heavy, emphasizing the difficulties of making a living.

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was in an uproar.

How can anyone speak up for someone who paints fakes?

"this--"

Everyone was confused and whispered to each other.

Ling Shumo listened to the whispers and quickly took the wine glass: "You are too direct."

Bai Wan sighed and said, "Zi Chen, I'm not encouraging the creation of fakes, but I hope to allow unknown painters to live more freely and leave their own names."

Only those who have painted fake paintings themselves and started from scratch can understand the compassion for unknown people.

Because Bai Wan felt that the world was too clear about the distinctions between famous and unknown people, which was simply pedantic.

He firmly believed that there must be people among the people who were more talented than him but were unknown and should not be buried.

"I know."

Ling Shumo said in a subtle voice in his ear, "I agree."

Bai Wan stood there, squinting her eyes: "Are you the roundworm in my stomach?!"

The Dingbei Painting Society is a non-governmental organization that was originally established in Dingzhou to shelter musicians, calligraphers, and painters who were left homeless during the war.

After the establishment of the Xin Dynasty, civil organizations became a source of occasional assistance.

It makes a living by gathering craftsmen from all over the world to run elegant fans, mount calligraphy and paintings, perform seal carving, and make paper.

Luo Wenqi left it alone, so only Bai Wan and Ling Shumo sent people to manage it.

Now that the country is stable and the scattered craftsmen are free from restrictions, they barely have a place like this.

Suddenly, Ling Shumo remembered that a few days ago, Bai Wan was impressed by Chai Jin's talent and helped him leave the city.

He couldn't help but smile.

"Abai, you're fine—"

The voice was small, but firm.

Bai Wan said nonchalantly: "The people here are all very nice!"

He simply turned sideways and placed the teacup into the stream.

The teacup floats on the water and floats downstream.

The water in the cup swayed and rocked, gently passing through the water.

Whenever the cup stops, the corresponding person needs to take a drink or choose any kind of poetry, calligraphy or painting, and then pass it on.

One left hand picked it up.

Cheng Su didn't seem to expect it to happen so quickly. She sat quietly beside him, smiling indifferently.

He lost his right hand and could not speak.

So, I picked up the pen...