"Uncle, brother, miss him... he will please give it to you"
When Wei Wuxian said this, he lowered his eyes and didn't dare to look at his son
Lan Wangji knew what he was thinking, clenched his hand tightly, and said nothing
"Well, we'll take good care of Nian'er, but neither you nor Yuji have the spiritual power to be by your side. When you go out, we can't help but worry."
Lan Qiren hugged Lan Nian, rubbed his head, and looked at the two with worry
"Uncle, don't worry, my spiritual power has been recovering recently, as for Lan Zhan -"
Wei Wuxian raised his head and smiled at Lan Wangji with crooked eyebrows
"I'll take care of him"
Maybe it's the Xuanbing Jade Lion's inner core that plays a role. Recently, he has faintly felt that there is spiritual power running all over his body. I believe that he will be able to restore spiritual power in a few days. At that time, he will not only be able to use his own blood to feed Lan Zhan., he can also transfer some spiritual power to him every day to extend his life
"Okay, just no matter how far you go, remember to go home"
They knew that it was not easy for them to survive, because they were afraid that something would happen during their journey. If they parted today, it would become a goodbye forever...
"Nian'er, my father left the dust shelter to you. It has been with me for more than 20 years, and it was also when you were as old as you. Your grandfather gave it to me. Now I give it to Nian'er, and I will follow my uncle to practice swordsmanship. When my father comes back, I will test your swordsmanship... ahem ahem ahem"
Lan Wangji stroked the dust-avoiding sword body lightly. After a while, he handed the sword to Lan Nian. It was rare to say more words, but he couldn't help coughing
"Are you still uncomfortable, stop talking"
Wei Wuxian patted Lan Wuji on the back. Seeing that he finally calmed down, he also stood up and walked towards Lan Nian
He raised his hand, and a white jade flute appeared in his palm
"This flute is also for Nian'er. It has been with my father for almost three years, and I haven't given it a name. Um... leave it to Nian'er to pick it up, okay? Nian'er thinks slowly, wait for me and your father to come back, and then tell us, okay?"
Before Wei Wuxian's flute could be handed out, it was taken away by Lan Xingji first
"Little Uncle said that it has spirituality. It was carved by the master and mother-in-law with the thousand-year-old spiritual jade left over from your body. You don't need to give it to Nian'er, you keep it for self-defense."
Lan Wangji's tone was noncommittal
Wei Wuxian chuckled
"Don't casual and Chen Qing also have spirituality? I can take them away, I know it has spirituality, I know it is a part of my body, and so is Nian'er, so I want it to stay with him."
Wei Wuxian once again took the white jade flute from Lan Wangji's hand and put it in Lan Nian's hand
This time, the blue forgetting machine is not stopping
He can't bear to miss it, he sees it all
After all, it was because of myself that they reunited their father and son, and they had to leave again
"Daddy, Father..."
Lan Nian burst into tears, but he didn't dare to be as willful as before. He was already seven years old, so it was time to be sensible, and he couldn't let his father and father worry about him anymore...
Little Lan Nian is only seven years old, and has already made a golden pill. His words and deeds are square and upright, like Lan Wangji when he was a child. Wei Wuxian is very pleased
"We'll leave early tomorrow morning, forget uncle and brother, take care"
Wei Wuxian held back his tears, bowed with Lan Wuji, and left Songfeng Shuiyue holding hands. During this period, he didn't even dare to look back...
I'm afraid of meeting Lan Nian's eyes full of anticipation
"Envy, or -- let's take Nian'er with us"
Lan Wangji suddenly stopped, and Wei Wuxian, who was led by him, fell into his arms
"No, I have already taken the second son of the blue, and the little son of the blue naturally wants to stay in the unknown place of the deep clouds, after all - he is the blue family, and your blood flows from his body"
Wei Wuxian circled Lan Wuji's neck, his head fell on his chest, listening to his not very powerful heartbeat
Just wanting to stay with Lan Wangji for the rest of his life is only one of the reasons, and more importantly, the Lan family has lost Lan Wangji, and Nian'er, as the little son of the Lan family, must be like his father: there are bandit gentlemen, according to the world like beads, Jing Xing is bright, every trouble will come out, hoeing traitors and helping the weak, worthy of the heart...
"Envy... ahem cough... uh"
Looking at the enlarged face in front of him, Lan Wang paused and hugged him tightly in his arms...
