A few drops of autumn rain are heavy, and the greenery remains. Traveling geese fly south and break, returning to the sail is thin and watery. The wind caresses the dead in the east, and the clouds hold the west corner. Filled with sunset wine, I drink the blue of the native moon.
"It's getting cold"
Lan Wangji looked at Wei Wuxian standing under the eaves, reached out and took the cloak and walked towards him
It was midsummer when he had an accident. In the blink of an eye, it had been more than three months, and the weather had begun to turn cooler. Last night, it rained lightly.
Wei Wuxian is still the same as he was more than three months ago. He doesn't speak, and often looks out the window in a daze. Sometimes, it's a day at a glance
Lan Wangji tied his cloak for him and took him into his arms
He didn't push him away. In the past few months, he has not resisted Lan Wangji's approach, he just doesn't talk to him
Not only him, everyone was the same, including Yu Ziyuan, Jiang Fengmian and others. After knowing about his accident, people from several major families came to see him, but when he saw that they were just hiding behind him, he didn't look at them anymore. Yu Ziyuan cried many times for this, thinking that when he woke up this time, he would be able to come through all the hardships, and no one knew that such an accident would occur...
"Wei Ying, shall we enter the house?"
Lan Wangji lowered his head and dropped a mark on his forehead, and asked softly
Wei Wuxian nodded
...
"Wei Ying, if you don't want to talk to me, can you write it for me?"
Lan Wangji put the pen and paper in front of Wei Wuxian's eyes
Wei Wuxian raised his head, looked at him for a long time, thought for a long time, nodded, and took the paper and pen
: Can you do me a favor?
A line of delicate brush writing fell on the paper
"Well, what does Wei Ying want?"
Lan Wangji hugged him, his eyes were covered with a layer of water mist, and he was finally willing to talk to himself, although in this way
: clothes, I want a set of children's clothes, boy's
He picked up the pen and wrote another sentence
"Okay, I'll have someone prepare it right away, but can you tell me what you want children's clothes for?"
Wei Wuxian turned his head, put down the pen in his hand, stood up, walked to the window and sat down, and started looking out the window in a daze again
...
When Lan Wangji put the little white robe with the cloud pattern in Wei Wuxian's hands, he actually smiled at him. Although it was very short, it was enough for Lan Wangji to be happy for a long time
He stroked the little white robe in his hand again and again, and his dim eyes were full of kindness
Lan Wangji walked out of the quiet room on the pretext of going to the library to review official documents
Wei Wuxian watched Lan Xingji walk away, took the scissors aside, cut a strand of blue silk, put it in the small white robe, and then picked it up and walked back to the mountain
Lan Wangji followed him far away, not daring to get too close
Next to the rabbit nest, Wei Wuxian put Little White Robe in a clean place and started digging the soil with his hands...
The soil that had just rained wasn't hard, but it still made Wei Wuxian's fingers grind through the skin, dripping with blood, but he still didn't know the pain and dug the soil until a small pit appeared in front of him. Wei Wuxian stretched out his hands to get Little White Robe, but seeing his hands full of mud and blood stains, he hesitated. Finally, he pulled up his clothes, wiped his hands, and put Little White Robe in the pit...
...
"Nian'er, Daddy will come to see you often in the future. I haven't forgotten Nian'er, I... I miss you very much."
Lan Wangji stood behind Wei Wuxian, listening to Wei Wuxian's voice. The reason why he hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice was slow, hoarse and stiff...
He took a few steps forward and finally saw what was in front of Wei Wuxian
It was a small earthen bun, with a piece of wood standing in front of it, with several large bright red characters on it:
The Tomb of My Son Lan Nian, Father: Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian Li