Seeing that Wei Wuxian was breathing slowly and steadily, and his pulse was gradually normalizing, Lan Wuji once again took the man into his arms, fed him water, and stroked his eyebrows and eyes again and again, kissing his soft hair
"These past few months have been like a dream"
Lan Wangji murmured, I don't know if it was to tell Wei Wuxian who was unconscious? Or Xiao Xingchen who was guarding by the side? Or himself? In short, after speaking, he put down the person in his arms and walked out without looking back
He knew that he didn't need to say anything, Xiao Xingchen would take good care of him. He envied him for waking up soon, and he had to leave as soon as possible
"Aren't you waiting for him to wake up?"
Xiao Xingchen chased after him
"No, tell him that when you arrived at the mass grave a few months ago, you only saw him who had already died of breath. It was you who saved him, and it was you who woke him up. He... he never left the mass grave, and I - The person he sacrificed his life to save is just a heartless person..."
The sweetness in his throat became more and more irresistible. His internal organs seemed to burst, and his eyes turned black
- Hold on for a while, brother should be here soon
Lan Wangji pinched his thigh hard, trying to wake himself up
"Is it fair? Whether it's to him or to yourself? Have you ever thought that if he knew all the truth, he would still live alone with peace of mind?"
Lan Wangji paused, his body trembled slightly
"You are the disciple of the master's mother-in-law, it should not be difficult for him to forget everything that happened."
Lan Wangji finally turned around
Falling into Xiao Xingchen's eyes, he forgot the machine, his face was filled with dead ash, the eyes of the shallow glaze were dim, and the whole person was shaky
"So - I leave my envy to you... poof"
He couldn't hold back, and the gushing blood stained his white clothes red again, and he -- like a kite with a broken string, fell to the ground
"Forget--"
A white figure rushed in and took Lan Wangji in his arms
It's Lan Xichen
"Why? Why is this happening?"
Seeing his younger brother like this, Lan Xichen felt his heart was about to break, choked up, and reached for his pulse
"Brother... brother, hurry... hurry... take me away, it's too late... come... too late..."
Lan Wangji said intermittently, the hand holding Lan Xichen's robe slowly loosened, his head tilted, and there was no sound
Lan Xichen looked up at Xiao Xingchen, picked up the person silently, and walked out of the mass grave
"Ze Wu-kun, wait a minute"
Xiao Xingchen stopped Lan Xichen and chased after him
"He... his internal organs are all cracked, I am afraid... this is the elixir left by his master, which can buy him a few more days. I heard that there are many ancient books in the Lan family library that can cure intractable diseases. I hope you can find a way to save him."
That being said, Xiao Xingchen, who was also a doctor, knew that the chance was too slim, and he was afraid that in the end, he would become a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water...
"Thank you very much."
Lan Xichen didn't want to ask anything, and he didn't want to say anything. He only knew that he forgot to ask him to take him home
...
The person on the couch slowly opened his eyes, and immediately looked at the edge of the couch, and the white figure that came into his eyes was not the person he expected
"Xian Xian, you... are you awake?"
Xiao Xingchen's eyes were a little wet, and he quickly helped Wei Wuxian sit up, and put a few soft cushions behind his waist. After making sure that he was so comfortable, he sat back on the couch
"Little Uncle, what about him?"
His voice was hoarse and low because he had been lethargic for too long
"Who?"
Xiao Xingchen deliberately pretended to be confused, his eyes glanced to the side, not daring to look at Wei Wuxian
"Ice cube face, where did he go? Did he cook for me?"
Wei Wuxian's body was still very weak, and his voice was even weaker for mosquitoes and flies, but he seemed very anxious
"Xian Xian, are you dreaming? There is no ice cube face, it's just me and Xian Xian here"
He wouldn't let Xian Xian drink the memory loss medicine according to the bull* method that Lan Wangji said, but he wouldn't tell him the truth at this time, otherwise, Lan Wangji desperately tried to save Xian, I'm afraid he won't be able to keep it anymore...
"Little Uncle, you lied to me, right? He talks in my ear every day, he feeds me soup and medicine, he takes me to see magnolia flowers, he said that Uncle Jiang and the others have come to see me, he said that the Immortal Mansion has been built for me, and he wants to give me the main seal of my house... He also said... that he will let me go... Yes, I said it myself, we will never meet again in life and death..."
Wei Wuxian's voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end, he almost couldn't hear it himself. Could it be that all this was really a dream?
He stroked the corner of his lips lightly, there seemed to be the temperature he left behind, and... a faint smell of blood
No, it's not a dream
Wei Wuxian rolled over and got out of bed, fell and got up, rushing towards the door
But when he rushed to the door, the back of his neck hurt and he fainted
"Envy, little uncle will tell you, but not now"
