Library
Wei Ying casually took a book from the bookshelf and opened it. Just glancing at it for a few times, he put it back, leaning against the bookshelf and looking at Lan Zhan who was playing the violin.
weiying（weiwuxian）Second Young Master Lan, you pulled me away for most of the cloud, just to let me listen to you play the piano? You are too idle.
Lan Zhan paused, concentrating on playing the piano without speaking.
weiying（weiwuxian）Hello, Hanguang-kun, speak up.
lanzhan（lanwangji）Wei Ying, this song is called "Washing Hua", listen to it well.
My heart skipped a beat, what did Lan Zhan mean?
weiying（weiwuxian）Enough, I don't learn the piano, why should I listen to this thing? It's better to have this leisure than to lie on the beauty couch, how free and easy it is, do you think it is, Lan Zhan.
"Zheng!" Lan Zhan played a music note heavily, raised his head and stared at Wei Ying who was not standing well. There was nowhere to vent the fire in his heart.
Wei Ying took a step back, why is Lan Zhan's eyes dangerous? Could it be...
weiying（weiwuxian）Lan Zhan, why are you looking at me like this, I didn't say anything wrong.
Wei Ying glared at him, feeling that Lan Zhan was a little abnormal.
lanzhan（lanwangji）Wei Ying, I want you to learn this song with me.
weiying（weiwuxian）Why learn, it doesn't sound good.
After speaking, Wei Ying walked to the window and looked at the tall magnolia tree outside.
lanzhan（lanwangji）Wei Ying, don't make trouble!
Wei Ying's body froze, he hurriedly jumped out of the window and ran away. His words were sent to Lan Zhan's ear with the breeze.
weiying（weiwuxian）Lan Zhan, don't make trouble, I'll go first.
Lan Zhan stared blankly at the magnolia leaves swaying, his cold face didn't know what he was thinking.
.......
On the other side, Wei Ying sat on the roof with a dignified face. When he looked up, the moon was big and round. It turned out that it was so late.
Wei Ying didn't want to go back to the quiet room or face Lan Zhan. As soon as he saw him, he would think of the disappointed look in his previous life.
The Son of Heaven who was at hand took a big mouthful of laughter, and he didn't care at all that the spilled wine wet his shirt. He needed to use alcohol to numb his brain so that he wouldn't think so much.
weiying（weiwuxian）Father, mother. A Xian is sorry for you. A Xian can't do it, I can forget other unhappy things, but this one is engraved in my heart and imprinted in my mind. Father, mother, is A Xian very useless...
weiying（weiwuxian）Dad, Auntie, take A Xian with you, okay?
lanzhan（lanwangji）Wei Ying.
Dazed, as if Lan Zhan was standing in front of him.
weiying（weiwuxian）Huh, Lan Cham?
The bed seemed to be shaking, and Wei Ying tried to open his eyes with difficulty, but in fact he fell asleep quietly. He is probably a strange person. When he is drunk, he is at his quietest, not noisy or motionless.
Lan Zhan helped him wipe his face and hands with a towel, and sighed as he watched Wei Ying sleep quietly.
lanzhan（lanwangji）Wei Ying, what should I do with you.
Gently help him cover the quilt and walk to the inside. Open a small hidden compartment, and sure enough, the emperor's smile inside is gone.
He picked up a bamboo flute, stroked the two words carved on it with slender fingers, and the cold pupils were gentle. It was ancient Sanskrit, and few people in the world probably knew it.
lanzhan（lanwangji）Wei Ying......
I don't know.
The next day, Wei Ying sat up with his forehead covered.
The sun had already risen high outside, and Lan Zhan didn't know where to go.
Wei Ying wiped her face casually, stuck it behind her and went out.
I haven't seen Senior Sister for a long time, so I just went to see how she is, and Jiang Cheng, the unconscientious one never knew to look for him.
After walking to the small courtyard where Yunmeng Jiang lived, he found that Senior Sister and Jiang Cheng were not there. It turned out that Mr. Lan came back, and they all went to listen to it.
Wei Ying whistled boredly and came to the back mountain. Sitting on the big rock and listening to the sound of water dripping on the rock, he was a little drunk for a while.
As the fourth place on the son's list, martial arts, ritual, ritual, and music are naturally quite accomplished. There is a shadow of a new tune in my heart.
A bird chirping broke Wei Ying's meditation. Fortunately, the melody had been completely remembered in his mind, otherwise, it was estimated that the bird would have to sacrifice his viscera.
Wei Ying looked up and suddenly burst into laughter. The bird above was pitch black and faintly emitting black smoke. It was the owl bird kept by the Wen family.
He whistled a few times, and the owl flew over his shoulder from the tree, rubbing his face with its black head from time to time, causing him to laugh.
After a while, Wei Ying said to the owl bird,
weiying（weiwuxian）You little guy fell into my hands, come, take a name first, or call it Xiao Hei.
weiying（weiwuxian）Little Hei, leave the deep clouds first, I will call you if something happens, go.
Wei Ying moved her shoulder, and the owl flew into the air and disappeared into the white clouds.
weiying（weiwuxian）What a cute little bird.
As soon as he finished speaking, he flew in front of him with his back unsheathed and swung up and down.
Wei Ying held the hilt helplessly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
weiying（weiwuxian）Alright alright, whatever is the cutest, okay.
Maybe he got a satisfactory answer, and casually returned to the scabbard to stay quietly.
weiying（weiwuxian）.......
