Lan Wangji looked at the wounds on Wei Wuxian's hands and feet, and his heart ached for a while, because he had been soaking in water, those abrasion marks did not show the slightest sign of healing, but rolled up, and blood of pus flowed out. Looking at these wounds, Lan Wangji could imagine how tightly tied he was at that time, how helpless and desperate he was alone in the cave without the sun, ten days, ten whole days, he didn't enter the water rice, so he was tied and left there. If it were an ordinary person, he would have already died, not to mention that he suffered from heart disease and was already scarred...
"Wei Ying, I'm sorry, it's all my fault... I didn't recognize him as fake at the time, and I didn't find you sooner... Wei Ying"
Lan Wangji's hands were shaking when he applied the medicine to him. He felt that his heart was aching and he could hardly breathe, but the people on the couch felt no pain at all
On the third day after returning to the deep cloud, Wei Wuxian finally woke up. He slowly opened his eyes. After seeing Lan Yueji by the couch, he turned his head and looked out the window
Just at that glance, Lan Wangji saw a stranger in his eyes, yes, a stranger, he didn't seem to know himself
"Wei Ying"
Lan Wangji reached out to hug him, but he suddenly straightened up, covered his head with a quilt, and hid in the corner trembling
"Wei Ying, I'm Lan Zhan, your Lan Zhan"
"..."
The person in the quilt is trembling except for trembling
...
"Brother, Wei Ying..."
Seeing him hiding in the corner and sleeping like that, Lan Wangji dared to gently pick him up, put him on the couch and sleep well, and called Lan Xichen to treat him
"A Xian seems to have suffered some kind of heavy blow. He has closed himself up, neither letting people know him nor taking interest in everything around him. He is just immersed in his own world and does not communicate with others. In the long run, he will... there will be language barriers."
While Lan Xichen was talking, Wei Wuxian suddenly opened his eyes, glanced at the two of them indifferently, and continued to look out the window
At this point, Lan Wangji finally understood why he was so against him before, as long as he didn't get close to him, he could quietly treat himself as a stranger...
"He... doesn't he know me?"
Lan Wangji's hand that wanted to touch his face stopped in mid-air
"It can't be said that he doesn't know it, but his cognitive function has declined, and he is indifferent to emotional matters. In his eyes, you are the same as others, and there is no difference."
Lan Wangji closed her eyes, a tear ran across the corner of her eye
"What should I do? What can I do to wake him up"
"Forgot the plane..."
...
"Wei Ying, drink medicine"
Lan Wangji fed the medicine to Wei Wuxian's lips, and he obediently opened his mouth to drink it
He is no longer like before, every time he drinks medicine, he has to coax Lan Xingji to do everything possible to drink it, but he will no longer act like a spoiled child to himself like before, and call himself "Lan Zhan softly, bitter, I want to kiss, I want sugar"
It's just that he's less resistant to himself than when he first came back
...
That day, Lan Wangji went to cook for Wei Wuxian. When he returned to the quiet room, he saw him sitting next to the book case, as if he was writing something. When he saw Lan Wangji come in, he immediately hid the paper behind him, and looked at Lan Wangji
"What to write, can you show it to me?"
Lan Wangji asked softly
Wei Wuxian shook his head and took a few steps back with a defensive look on his face
"Okay, I won't look, I won't look, okay? Come over for dinner, okay?"
Lan Wangji stretched out his hand to him
Wei Wuxian nodded, put his hand in Lan Wangji's palm, let him lead, and sat at the table
"These are your favorite dishes, are they delicious?"
Lan Wangji asked while feeding him
He nodded
"Wei Ying... you... do you still know me?"
Lan Wangji's voice choked up, and the eyes that looked at Wei Wuxian were bleak and painful
Wei Wuxian played with his forehead-wiping hand
He raised his head to look at Lan Wangji, thought about it for a long time, and finally nodded heavily
"Wei Ying..."
Lan Wangji couldn't help it, hugging the person and crying bitterly. He recognized himself, he also recognized himself...
...
Looking at the sleeping man in his arms, Lan Wangji could finally touch his face unscrupulously, and even qw his lips
Wei Wuxian, who was asleep, was quietly like a kitten, curled up in Lan Wangji's arms, occasionally smashing his mouth, and no matter how Lan Wangji looked, he couldn't see enough
After a while
Lan Wangji put down the person in his arms, tucked the quilt for him, turned around and walked to the side of the book case. The piece of paper that Wei Wuxian wrote on was placed there upright. Lan Wangji bent down and picked up the paper, which was filled with writing-
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