The cold spring was still the same as in the impression, and the air was blowing out.
Wei Ying smiled and slowly approached.
weiying（weiwuxian）Hey, someone is practicing so late?
He picked up a stone and threw it into the cold spring, causing a splash.
The person inside the cold spring turned to look at him. Through the moonlight, Wei Ying could clearly see that two words were carved into his heart. The moonlight was a little dim, so he didn't see it clearly, and he saw a familiar face when he looked up.
weiying（weiwuxian）Yo, isn't this the famous Hanguang-kun? I just accidentally saw it, it's not a violation of family rules, right?
Lan Zhan's eyes darkened, he got up, put on his clothes, walked in front of him, and kept looking at him.
weiying（weiwuxian）What's the matter, second son Lan, looking at me like this is not in love with me.
Wei Ying leaned against the bamboo ruffian and said with a smile.
I don't know which point he touched, but Lan Zhan suddenly pressed him into his arms, just pressing his wound.
With a snort, Wei Ying pushed Lan Zhan away and took a few steps back.
weiying（weiwuxian）Lan Zhan, what are you doing? You can't really fall in love with me, can you? Although you are very beautiful, I like fairies.
lanzhan（lanwangji）Wei Ying, you are injured. what happened?
weiying（weiwuxian）Lan Zhan, you read it wrong, how could I get hurt? By the way, do you have words on your chest? I didn't see clearly just now, what are the words?
Wei Ying rolled her eyes and pulled the topic away. Joke, they must not let them see the wound on the chest, otherwise what would happen if it spread to Senior Sister's ears?
lanzhan（lanwangji）Wei Ying, come with me.
Lan Zhan didn't answer, and pulled his hand back to the quiet room with a dark face.
weiying（weiwuxian）Hey hey hey. Lan Zhan, what do you mean? Let go.
Wei Ying was pinned on the bed, Lan Zhan was holding some bottles and jars aside, and was now unloading his clothes.
lanzhan（lanwangji）Wei Ying, be quiet, I want to see your wound.
Wei Yingsheng stared at the ceiling lovingly. He was silenced, his hands and feet were pressed, and he could not move.
The open chest was wrapped in a piece of white cloth, and Lan Zhan took scissors to cut it open, revealing the wound that was still oozing blood. It was only a step away from the heart, and the wound was not large, but deep. There are also many wounds on the surrounding skin that have not yet fully healed.
Lan Zhan endured the heartache and carefully cleaned the wound.
lanzhan（lanwangji）Wei Ying, how did this wound come about?
Wei Ying was silent and stared blankly at the ceiling. He recalled the feeling of stabbing himself.
lanzhan（lanwangji）Wei Ying, you have no heart.
weiying（weiwuxian）Can I still live without a heart? By the way, Lan Zhan, is that a tattoo on your chest? What are you tattooing? I didn't expect a person as elegant as you to have tattoos on your chest, so you can't help it?
Seeing that Lan Zhan did not speak, Wei Ying propped up his body and stripped off Lan Zhan's unbundled clothes.
The two words were the size of a palm and tattooed on his heart. Wei Ying didn't see a word, but it looked very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.
weiying（weiwuxian）Lan Zhan, what kind of word is this?
Lan Zhan pulled up his clothes and pursed his lips without speaking.
weiying（weiwuxian）Alright, alright, I won't ask anymore. I'm going to find Senior Sister, bye.
Wei Ying put on his clothes and was about to leave Lan Zhan's sight when Lan Zhan pulled him over.
lanzhan（lanwangji）It's getting late, let's rest here.
As he said that, he pressed him on the bed again. Wei Ying was a little confused. Although he lived in the quiet room before, he didn't sleep in this bed. When will Lan Zhan accept others to sleep with him?
weiying（weiwuxian）This, Lan Zhan... where's my previous bed? It's not good for two big men to sleep together.
Lan Zhan helped him pose, lay down himself, and covered the quilt.
lanzhan（lanwangji）Prohibit. The hour has come, rest.
weiying（weiwuxian）.......
Wei Ying's eyes widened, thinking that one day he would learn the Lan family's gag technique secretly, and let Lan Zhan try the taste of being gag. Thinking like this, his heart was full of joy.
chenqing（guidi）Master, your thoughts are dangerous.
Wei Ying coughed and hurriedly refuted for herself.
weiying（weiwuxian）(Chen Qing, good boy, don't talk nonsense. What do you know.)
chenqing（guidi）Master, Chen Qing has lived for thousands of years and understands everything. It's as if he has your name engraved on his chest. I can see it.
Wei Ying was stunned for a moment and hurriedly asked.
weiying（weiwuxian）(What's my name? Chen Qing, please make it clear.)
chenqing（guidi）Master, this is the person next to you. He has tattooed your name "Wei Ying" on his chest. I think the tattoo looks pretty good.
weiying（weiwuxian）(Chen Qing, are you sure you read it right?)
chenqing（guidi）No, this is an ancient text, which is easy to recognize.
Wei Ying lay on the bed, looking sideways at Lan Zhan who was asleep. His eyes were a little complicated, he was alive again, what happened to this Lan Zhan, and why was he different from before.
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