Library
As soon as he entered the library, Wei Wuxian pressed Lan Wangji to sit beside the table, took out a snow-white brocade parcel from his arms and wiped the blood on his face. When he wiped the wound, the expression on his face became dignified
"Does it hurt?"
While wiping, I gently blew it with my mouth, and my face was distressed.
"Wei Ying -"
Lan Wangji looked at the face that was close at hand, her pink lips bulged slightly, and her heart shook, buckled the back of Wei Wuxian's head, and pasted it on it
"Well..."
Wei Wuxian's body trembled like an electric shock, and he was stunned. He opened his big eyes and looked at the enlarged face in front of him
"Wei Ying... Wei Ying"
Hot tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, hitting Wei Wuxian's face one by one, and also smashing into the bottom of his heart, making his heart hurt instantly
"Lan Zhan..."
Feeling that the person in his arms was short of breath, Lan Xingji let him go, lowered his head, the tips of his ears were slightly red, but the big tears never stopped. In the previous life, they had no time to say love, so they hurriedly ended their lives. He never expected that there would be an afterlife, he would still meet him, and he could still hold him in his arms
"Don't cry."
Wei Wuxian held his face in both hands and gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. He didn't know why the cold blue forget opportunity in other people's mouths was so fragile in front of him, and he didn't know why he believed and relied on him so much, but that dream told him that the relationship between them was not simple
"Wei Ying, I'll send you back to the quiet room to rest"
"No, I have to copy the Rites a thousand times."
Wei Wuxian sat beside the book case, packed the paper, picked up the brush, and started writing stroke by stroke
"I'll copy it for you"
Lan Wangji took his hand holding the pen, took the pen over and put it down, and was about to pull him out
"No, I made my husband angry, I should be punished, if you are copying for me, my husband will see that he will be even more angry"
"It's okay, I'll imitate your handwriting"
"Huh? My handwriting"
"If you don't want to go back alone, rest here"
Lan Wangji took the man into his arms, let him rest on his leg, patted his back with one hand, took a pen with the other and started copying
"Lan Zhan, I..."
"Obedient, go to sleep"
"Okay."
Wei Wuxian was indeed tired. He closed his eyes, and after a while, he could hear a steady breath
Lan Wangji put down the pen in his hand, took off his robe, covered him, and began to copy again
"Blue Cham."
A soft, waxy, lazy voice came from his arms, and Lan Wangji put down the pen and helped the person up
"Woke up?"
"Hmm."
"Are you hungry?"
Lan Wangji asked, taking the food box aside and opening it, a smell of food wafted out
"This is?"
"I had the protégé bring it over"
"Wow, it's all my favorite food, Lan Zhan, how do you know my taste, isn't Yun Shen always light? How can there be spicy dishes?"
"I asked my disciple to bring it up from the Hunan Restaurant in Caiyi Town"
Of course he knew Wei Wuxian's taste. He listened to it in his previous life. He and Nie Huaisang often sneaked down the mountain to dine in this Hunan restaurant, and even asked him to join him several times, but at that time he was always carrying the name of Lan's Duan Fang Zheng, and he didn't want to mess around with him. For this reason, he called himself a little old-fashioned every day
"How do you know when I'm awake? The food is still warm."
"It's been a while since it was delivered, and I've been warming it with my spiritual power"
"Blue Cham."
Wei Wuxian's nose was sore, and his eyes were slightly red. What kind of relationship did he have with him? Is it worth his effort?
"Eat fish"
Lan Wangji put a bowl of fish with shaved bones in front of him, and he picked up the bowl and ate it himself. There were a few light vegetarian dishes in front of him, which were sent by the protégé, and because this protégé brought food, he only had the opportunity to let him go to Caiyi Town to buy food for Wei Wuxian, otherwise, Wei Wuxian had been sleeping on his pillow, and he didn't even dare to move
"Lan Zhan, you eat too"
Wei Wuxian picked up a piece of braised pork and fed it to Lan Wangji's mouth. Lan Wangji looked up at Wei Wuxian, slowly opened his mouth, and ate the braised pork
"How was it?"
"Hmm, delicious"
Because it was fed by Wei Ying, it was delicious