[Wen Yuan was still holding his legs at first, Wei Wuxian walked around picking potatoes to bargain for a price, Wen Yuan hung on his legs, hung up for a while and couldn't hold it anymore. His short hands were sore, so he let go and rested for a while. Who knew, just at this moment, the flow of people on the street rushed him around and lost his direction. His sight was very short, walking around, he couldn't find Wei Wuxian's long legs and black boots, and he was full of a bunch of gray, dirty mud-legged black pants, and he was getting more and more at a loss. While he was dizzy, he suddenly bumped into a person's leg.
The man was wearing a pair of spotless snow-white boots, and he was walking very slowly, but when he hit him, he stopped immediately.
Wen Yuan raised his face tremblingly, first saw the jade pendant hanging from his waist, then the belt embroidered with cloud patterns, then the meticulous and neat collar, and finally, a pair of eyes that were as cold as ice.
The stranger was looking down at him coldly and condescendingly, and Wen Yuan was suddenly afraid.
Wei Wuxian picked and chose for a long time, and finally decided not to buy these sprouted potatoes. He might be poisoned after eating them, and he refused to reduce the price, and was scoffed at by the vegetable vendor. Unexpectedly, Wen Yuan was gone as soon as he turned around. He was shocked, looking for the child all over the street, when he suddenly heard the sound of a young child crying, and hurriedly rushed over. Not far away, a group of passers-by for good deeds formed a crowded circle, whispering and pointing. He pushed away the crowd, and his eyes lit up in an instant.]
"Brother Wei, don't take children with you in the future." Nie Huaisang sincerely persuaded Wei Wuxian to take the children out to play and take them away.
"Wasn't this abducted by Lan Zhan?" Wei Wuxian said with a guilty conscience, "Furthermore, this was done by the one above me, which doesn't mean that the one below will take the child away like the one above me."
"Xian Xian." Jiang Yinli smiled gently when she saw Wei Wuxian's guilty look. In her heart, Wei Wuxian was just a three-year-old child, and it was normal to not have children.
[Lan Wangji, dressed in white and carrying a dust-avoiding sword, stood stiffly surrounded by the crowd, and it was rare for him to be slightly at a loss. Looking at it again, Wei Wuxian almost fell into laughter. I saw a child sitting in front of Lan Wangji, crying with tears. Lan Wangji didn't leave, stayed, stretched out his hand, didn't speak, his face was serious, and he seemed to be thinking about what to do.
A passerby nipped at the melon seeds and said, "What are you doing? A little bit of a howl scares people to death."
Someone said confidently: "I was scolded by his father."
Hearing "his father", Wei Wuxian, who was hiding in the crowd, squirted. Lan Wuji immediately raised his head and denied: "I'm not.
Wen Yuan didn't know what others were talking about. When a child was afraid, he would call someone close to him, so he also cried: "Dad! Dad woohoo..."
The passerby immediately said: "Listen! I told you, it's his father!"
There is someone who thinks he has a sharp eye: "It must be Dad, the nose was carved out of a mold, and he didn't run away!"
There is sympathy: "It's so pitiful, crying so fiercely, was he scolded by his father?"]
"Hanguang-kun is really pitiful." Nie Huaisang couldn't help but sympathize. Of course, he wouldn't ask Lan Wangji how he came to Yiling, which was 108,000 miles away from the clouds. He knew.
It's not a good idea.