"It's almost Yunmeng, Lan Zhan, are you sick?"
It has been almost half a month since Lan Wuji found out that he was feeding him blood. Lan Wuji was abnormally alert at night, not to mention feeding blood, but even transporting spiritual power Wei Wuxian had no chance at all. Every time, seeing that he slept very deeply, Wei Wuxian was about to make a move when he suddenly opened his eyes sharply, scaring Wei Wuxian to death
"No, I'm fine"
Lan Wangji took Wei Wuxian off the back of the donkey
"Let's go buy some gifts for Mistress, Uncle Jiang and the others"
In the five years that Wei Wuxian left, every few months, he would bring Nian'er and gifts to Lianhuawu to see Yu Ziyuan and Jiang Fengmian. Wei Ying was gone, and he wanted to respect and filial piety for him
"Okay."
Wei Wuxian rubbed Lan Wuji's arms with red eyes
On the second day of the wedding, the wife told herself that in those five years, Lan Wangji took Nian'er to the places he had been, asked the spirit day and night, and took Nian'er to Lianhuawu from time to time to see them
In the eyes of outsiders, Hanguang Jun, who was cold and arrogant, with his eyes above the top, actually did this for himself. It is conceivable how deeply and deeply he loved, and everything he did, except listening to others, He never mentioned a word, just tried his best to be good to himself, put himself in the palm of his hand and pampered him like a child, such Lan Zhan, he has accumulated several lifetimes of blessings, only to meet...
"Why are you crying again"
Lan Wangji picked up Wei Wuxian's face, and his fingertips gently slid over the corners of his eyes, the distressed color was obvious
"Lan Zhan..."
It's like locking you next to me, forever, forever...
...
"Envy"
At the door of Lianhua Dock, Jiang Fengmian and others who received the summons were already waiting. Seeing the two, they hurriedly greeted them
"Wei Wuxian, has your tortoise changed? It's so slow, do you know how long Dad and Auntie have been waiting?"
Jiang Cheng was still as usual. As soon as he saw that Wei Wuxian didn't say a good word, he waved his fist and fell to Wei Wuxian's chest
"Jiang Wanyin, stop"
Lan Wangji dodged and stopped Wei Wuxian in front of him
I knew he was joking, but Lan Wangji was still afraid that he would hurt his envy
"Okay, it's my fault for keeping Uncle Jiang and Mistress waiting."
It was rare for Wei Wuxian not to fight each other with Jiang Cheng, so he pulled Lan Yueji away and bowed to everyone
"Ah Cheng, fool around, go back and prepare dinner"
Yu Ziyuan was a little angry. This Jiang Cheng, if she dared to scare Xian away, she ripped off his skin
"Yes, Auntie"
Jiang Cheng glared at Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji, and left angrily
Hmph, he knew that when Wei Wuxian came, he had no status in this family at all
"Envy, forget the opportunity, ignore him, go, let's go home"
...
Wei Wuxian's bedroom was always kept for him. Even though she knew he was dead, Yu Ziyuan still ordered someone to clean it every day, so after so many years, the room was still clean and tidy, as if someone had been living in it all the time
"I have ordered all the quilts to be replaced with new ones. I forgot the machine and felt unwell. I asked someone to soften the bed, and there was a fire in the house. It's already winter. Although the Lotus Dock is deeper than the clouds, it's cold everywhere, but both of you can't stand the cold now. It's always good to be careful..."
Yu Ziyuan took the two back to the room, babbling and talking, secretly wiping the corners of her eyes from time to time
"Mistress... thank you"
Wei Wuxian found that he really liked to cry more and more. In the words of Lan Wangji, he was just a little crying bag
...
"Uncle Jiang, this is the tea set that Lan Zhan bought for you. He said that you like drinking tea, so he chose this white jade tea set. I don't know if you like it or not."
"I like it, I like it, A Xian and Wang Jianji come, I'm very happy"
Jiang Fengmian took the gift box, and he, who was not good at words, burst into tears, raised his sleeves and wiped them
"Mistress, look, is this hairpin good-looking? You don't know how long Lan Zhan and I have been choosing, Mistress is so beautiful, I don't think Midea's hairpin is worthy of my Mistress, hehe..."
Wei Wuxian put a hosta in Yu Ziyuan's bun
"Good-looking, really good-looking"
"Stinky boy, you are sweet, my wife is old, you see, my hair is white"
"Not old, my wife is not old at all, tomorrow, I will turn your white hair black"
The last time he saw Yu Ziyuan, he saw the white hair on her head. Wei Wuxian always remembered it in his heart. He still remembered the hair dyeing prescription that his master and mother-in-law gave him back then, and he would do it tomorrow. Lan Zhan also has a lot of white hair. Dye them together when the time comes.
"Wei Wuxian, what about mine?"
Jiang Cheng saw that his father and mother had gifts, but he didn't have them
"How can you be missing, well, this is the secret recipe that Lan Zhan prepared early in the morning to refresh his inner strength, take it and practice it well"
Wei Wuxian took the ancient book handed over by Lan Wangji and threw it to Jiang Cheng
"Jiang Cheng, by the way, you are in your thirties, and you don't plan to let the teacher hold your grandson as soon as possible."
"Wei Wuxian, if you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb"
Jiang Cheng, who was poked in the sore spot by Wei Wuxian, was like a lion with fried hair, and rushed towards Wei Wuxian with his teeth and claws
"He said -- isn't that right?"
Lan Wangji stopped Wei Wuxian again
