"Stand firm, arms outstretched, don't shake"
The white jade flute in Wei Wuxian's hand mercilessly hit Lan Nian's swaying arm
- - I can't tell that Senior Wei is usually giggling and so serious?
- Nian'er is so pitiful
- - Oops, Father Yan gave out a filial son, Senior Wei was for Nianer's good
A group of juniors hid in the corner, looking at the father and son not far away, chatting non-stop
"Ahem..."
A few coughs reminded me that a disciple standing at the back turned his head
"Ham... Ham Kwang-kun"
"What is it called, Hanguang-kun is reviewing official documents in the library?"
"Scene"
A low, cold voice sounded
"Hanguang-kun!!!"
A crowd of juniors scattered
Lan Wangji frowned, with one hand behind him, holding Dust Avoidance with the other, and walked towards Wei Wuxian
"Father -"
Seeing his father, Lan Nian pouted and burst into tears like seeing a savior
"Don't move, stand still"
There was no expression on Lan Wangji's face, he walked behind Wei Wuxian and took him into his arms
"Tired?"
"Not tired, are you back?"
"Well, go back and rest for a while, I'm here to watch Nian'er"
Lan Wangji said that the cloud is light and the wind is light
Lan Nian's mouth was even higher, and he didn't cry in his heart: Are father and father taking turns to clean themselves up? Are you sure he is his own? Instead of them picking it up?
"Nian'er, that's it for today, go back to bathing and changing clothes"
Wei Wuxian, who was hugged by Lan Wangji and walked towards the quiet room, suddenly turned around and said
"Thank you Daddy"
Lan Nian bent down and saluted like an amnesty, and ran away in an instant without a trace
"Do you think I'm too strict with Nian'er?"
Wei Wuxian sat at the table, poured a cup of tea and handed it to Lan Wangji, poured another cup for himself, and drank it slowly
He didn't feel bad, but he didn't have time. Over the past few months, he had nightmares every night. He wanted to teach Lan Nian what he knew, and then solve the answer that had puzzled him for a long time
"No, you are for his own good"
Lan Wangji looked at the teacup in his hand in a daze. After a while, he finally asked the question that had been held in his heart for a long time
"Xian Xian, are you hiding something from me?"
Wei Wuxian held the teapot's hand and paused
My heart hurts
"Ice cube face, I'm hungry, can you go and cook something delicious for me?"
Wei Wuxian's answer was not what he asked, which made Lan Wangji more sure of his guess
"Xian Xian, if you are not happy here, let's forget about Xian Pavilion, okay? Or where do you want to go? Nian'er and I will accompany you."
It's fine to go anywhere, as long as he can be happy, as long as he can stay by his side, the Immortal Governor will not do it, the identity of the Second Young Master Lan will be lost, and the Forgotten Envy Pavilion will also be lost. He only needs him, and the three of them can find a place with beautiful water to settle down and escape from the world...
"Lan Zhan..."
Wei Wuxian closed his eyes, a drop of clear tears slipped from the corner of his eye, his hand covered his chest, and he gasped for breath. His heart was so painful
How should he tell Lan Wangji that whenever he wakes up from a nightmare in the dead of night, Lan Wangji on his pillow always whispers the word "Wei Ying" over and over again?
Who is Wei Ying? Who is Wei Wuxian? He - who is it?
"Envy, I don't ask, I don't ask anything?"
Seeing the person in front of him in such pain, Lan Wangji's heart also hurts
...
When Lan Wangji returned to the quiet room with the food box, Wei Wuxian sat beside the book case
"What to write"
Lan Wangji put down the food box, held the person in his arms, and asked softly in his ear
"I wrote down the swordsmanship mantras that little master uncle taught me, and I also have some cultivation experience, I hope it will be helpful to Nian'er."
Wei Wuxian didn't stop, he still lowered his eyes to the curtain and wrote stroke by stroke
Long eyelashes cast a shadow on the lower eyelid
"Xian Xian, there's still time... Let's eat first, I'll accompany you to write later"
There is still a long time, a few words choked in Lan Wangji's throat
Is it really long? no one gave him an answer
He could already feel that Envy was the same as Wei Ying back then, arranging everything in advance...