Another New Year's Eve
Wei Wuxian still remembered last year's New Year's Eve. He had been in a coma for six years. On the first New Year's Eve after waking up, Lan Qiren handed him over to host, and Gu Su Shuangbi assisted from the side
This year, due to his physical inconvenience, he couldn't return to Yunshen, he couldn't return to Lotus Dock, and he even struggled to stay...
Lan Wangji went out early in the morning to buy New Year's goods, Wei Wuxian just lay on the couch and looked at the snowflakes fluttering outside the window
"Nian'er, look, it's snowing, my Nian'er has never seen a snowy scene, it's so beautiful, but it's a little cold. When you come out, let your father take you to build a snowman and have a snowball fight, okay? Don't look at your father. He always has a straight face. In fact, he is very gentle. He is the best person in the world to Dad. In the future, he will also love Nian'er very much..."
Wei Wuxian stroked his slightly bulging lower abdomen and whispered over and over again
He was planning the future of Lan Wangji and Nian'er, but that future seemed to be without him alone...
"Daddy will take you to see the snow, okay?"
Wei Wuxian propped up his body and sat by the couch for a while. He bent over to put on his boots with great effort, then put on a cloak, protected his abdomen and walked out of the bedroom
In the courtyard, the disciples were busy pasting Spring Festival couplets and hanging lanterns. Lan Simu, who was commanding by the side, saw him and hurriedly greeted him
"Mr. Wei"
"Just call me Wei Ying"
Wei Wuxian raised his eyes and smiled
"I'd better call you Wuxian"
He doesn't dare to call, that's a unique name for Forgetting Machine
"It's snowy and slippery, you better not go out"
Forget the plane, if he has something good or bad, how can it be good?
"It's okay, I'll just walk under this porch"
He knows his own situation, and he will not embarrass others. He knows that if something happens to him, Lan Zhan's temper will probably make it difficult for the entire people in Wangxian Pavilion
"Hmm."
Seeing Wei Wuxian walking away, he silently followed him not far behind, protecting him because Lan Wangji didn't get close to him, and also because Lan Wangji...
Wei Wuxian really likes snow, but the sky is not what people want. He who likes snow is a person who is afraid of the cold
The snow was getting heavier and heavier. Wei Wuxian walked to the gazebo and sat down. His head was already covered with snowflakes
"Yo, it's rare, what, that stinky boy is not here, and he can finally come out?"
The old doctor rushed to Wei Wuxian's side
He's like this, he's always out of shape
"Well, hello senior"
Wei Wuxian stood up, holding the pillar, bent down and saluted
"Yes, where do you get so many rules? You have been broken by Lan Qiren's old-fashioned teaching, right? Your body is inconvenient, and you can't sit well."
Wei Wuxian smiled, turned to look outside the gazebo, and stretched out his hand to pick up Snowflake
"Senior, tell me the truth, what will happen to me when Nian'er leaves the body?"
He knew he was going to die, but he didn't want to die too embarrassingly. It's always good to be mentally prepared
"The day when the aura gathers and leaves the body, it is the time when you die."
The old doctor didn't want to hide it, and a trace of regret suddenly appeared on his always cynical face
"Well, I hope the seniors can do me a favor."
Wei Wuxian withdrew his hand and bowed again
"Say it"
This time, he didn't stop him
"Protect Lan Zhan for me, never let him have the heart to go with me"
Wei Wuxian always smiled faintly, anti-Buddha was talking about other people's affairs, not his own life and death
"You silly boy... oops, I won't tell you anymore, let's go, old man, I'm tired, I promise you what you said."
The old doctor turned around, tears were already hanging from the corners of his eyes
He thought he would beg himself to save him
So stupid, so stupid...
...
"How did you come out"
A warm back, a faint sandalwood smell hit, waist wrapped a pair of hands
"I took Nian'er out to see the snow scene"
Wei Wuxian's cold hand rests on Lan Wangji's hand
"Lan Zhan, Nian'er must like snow too, right?"
"Well, he is connected with Wei Ying by blood. Wei Ying likes it, and he naturally likes it too."
A trace of sadness flashed in the eyes of Lan Wangji's shallow glazed eyes, and it was fleeting...