Before dawn, Wei Wuxian woke up. Looking at the hands entangled around his waist, his nose was sore, maybe he was too tired recently. Lan Wuji was still asleep. He stretched out his hand and pointed his fingertips to his eyebrows. After thinking about it, he was afraid of waking him up, so he withdrew his hand
The snow has stopped
Because it was too early, Wei Wuxian walked all the way and didn't meet anyone. His hand holding the small jar was not tight, and he quickened his pace and walked towards the kitchen
"The doctor said, heat it, boil it, mash it, filter it... and boil it over low heat to make a paste..."
Wei Wuxian murmured, doing as the magic doctor said one by one
"Mashed? Mashed..."
He looked around for something that could mash black beans...
...
Wei Wuxian supported his waist with one hand, and gently stirred the dark paste-like object in the pot with the other
"Nian'er, stop kicking, it will be fine soon. Are you hungry? Let my father cook something for us later, okay?"
Maybe it squeezed him, and there was a change in his abdomen. Wei Wuxian stroked his abdomen and said softly
Seeing that the sky was about to dawn, Wei Wuxian quickened his speed, put the ointment back into the small jar, protected his abdomen and quickly walked to the bedroom. If Lan Wangji woke up and couldn't see himself, he would be anxious
...
"Blue... Blue Cham"
As soon as Wei Wuxian opened the door, he collided with Lan Wangji
"Are you okay?"
Lan Wangji took the person into his arms with one hand, so that the person did not fall backwards
"Of course there is something"
He has to strike first before Lan Zhan asks him where he is going
"Does it hurt? Let me see"
Lan Wangji didn't have the heart to ask where he was going, and his eyes were full of worries about whether he had hit him or not
"He's hungry, he just kept kicking me"
Wei Wuxian stroked his abdomen and looked at Lan Wangji with grievances
Lan Wangji naturally knew who he was referring to, and his heart was cruel and itchy, but he didn't dare to take "him"?
"I'm going to cook for you"
"Well, remember to get a bucket of hot water when you come back"
Wei Wuxian leaned on the door frame and shouted at Lan Wangji's back
Finally fooled over...
...
"Lie down."
Lan Wangji carried a large wooden bucket of hot water, and as soon as he entered the room, Wei Wuxian ordered with his hands on his hips
"What... what are you doing?"
"Lan Zhan, when did you become so verbose, let you lie down, don't you just lie down, you have to make me angry?"
Wei Wuxian pretends to be angry
"Okay, okay, I'll lie down, I'll lie down, don't be angry"
It wasn't until a burst of hot and humid heat came from his head that Lan Wangji finally knew what Wei Wuxian wanted to do?
He's washing his hair
"Wei Ying..."
"How is the strength? Does it hurt?"
Wei Wuxian interrupted Lan Wangji, he knew what he was going to say, it was nothing more than: I will come by myself. He is always like this, taking care of himself meticulously, but not allowing himself to work hard for him. It is enough to have a good man in life, but it is a pity that his blessing is too thin, and he has no life to accompany him to grow old...
"No pain, very comfortable"
Lan Wangji choked and said
So, is he starting now?
Let him wear red clothes with him, tie his hair, wash his hair, what's next? What else does he want to do?
"Lan Zhan, in the years when I was lethargic, did you wash my hair like this?"
For more than ten years, no matter how long he slept, he always woke up clean and comfortable, and there was a touch of acacia incense... The thought of him facing himself like the living dead made Wei Wuxian unable to stop feeling distressed. He must have been in pain at that time, right?
But the pain is pain, he is still there, he still has thoughts, in the future... he doesn't even have thoughts, how should his Lan Zhan spend the long years?
"Hmm."
Lan Wangji pressed down the acidity of his throat and answered softly
