"Lan Zhan, do you know what day it is today?"
In the inn, Wei Wuxian was sitting by the window, holding a jar of wine in his hand, looking at the dark night sky in a daze, and from time to time he raised his head and took a sip of wine, his brows twisted into a ball
Lan Wangji stopped playing the piano, came over, and took the person into his arms
"Nian'er's Birthday"
-- also your death taboo
Because of Wei Ying's death, Lan Nian never had a birthday
On this day of every year, the atmosphere of the whole cloud is so oppressive that people can't breathe. Lan Wangji entered the Cold Pond Cave before dawn, and for a while - it was a whole day. When he came out the next day, he was covered in alcohol, his whole person was decadent and anti-Buddha ten years old, and his slender fingers were even more bloody...
Lan Nian is very sensible. He has been with his father since he was a child. He always stayed by his grandfather and uncle's side quietly that day, neither noisy nor noisy. He is cute and distressing
"I miss my son"
Wei Wuxian leaned on Lan Wangji's shoulder and whispered in a low voice
"Do you want to go back and see"
Lan Wangji hugged the person in his arms tightly and looked out the window together
Why doesn't he want to think that Nian'er has been carried by him since he was born, and has never left his side except on the day of his birthday every year
Wei Wuxian didn't say anything, just shook his head gently
Nian'er still has a long way to go, he has his own life, he has his own path to go, and Lan Zhan - only him, no matter how long the road ahead is, he just wants to be with him
"Xian Xian, you can send a message to Nian'er"
Yes, why did he forget? Before going out, he left a lot of music notes for Nian'er
Wei Wuxian reached into his arms, and a talisman flew out...
...
Clouds don't know where
Lan Nian stayed alone in the dark quiet room, holding his father and father's saber and flute in his arms in a daze
Today is his eighth birthday. As in previous years, he rejected the proposal of his grandfather and uncle to give him his birthday. After dinner, he returned to the quiet room alone
It's been a year. Dad and father have been gone for more than a year. He spends every night in the quiet room holding what they left behind. He is eight years old. When he is old enough to be independent, he should not depend on others for everything
Father and father are like his age without parents, he is very happy, not only father and father, but also grandfather, uncle and brother Si Zhui. They love him, he is not lonely, he just misses them
"Father, Daddy, how are you? Nianer misses you so much"
Blue thoughts buried in my knees, tears fell down
"Nian'er, happy birthday"
A voice that he hadn't heard for a long time suddenly came, Lan Nian raised his head sharply, and a talisman was slowly burning in front of his eyes
"Daddy, Daddy..."
Lan Nian stretched out his hand and wanted to grab it in his hand, but he didn't grab anything
Like something came to mind? There was a flash in his eyes
The talisman, the talisman that my father left to himself
Although he is only eight years old, there are few people who can compare with his spiritual power in the depths of the cloud. It is not difficult to use spiritual power to drive talismans
Lan Nian raised her hand to dry her tears, slowed her mind, and took out a talisman from her arms
"Father, father, how are you? Today, grandpa and uncle celebrated Nianer's birthday. Grandpa and I were about to go to bed. Father, I have already given the jade flute a good name, but I can't tell you now. I'll tell you when you come back, hahaha... Nianer is very good, don't read it."
The talismans flew out from his fingertips, and Lan Nian couldn't help sobbing in a low voice...
"Daddy... Father, Nian'er is very obedient and obedient, and he has also practiced swords and spells well... Daddy... Father... woohoo, you have to be good too"
