When Wei Wuxian traveled back in time

A few days later, towards the end of the month, Wei Wuxian had just woken up early in the morning and sat on the couch in a daze for a while. After seeing Lan Wangji, he tried calling out several times but no one responded.

After a while, Wei Wuxian's mind, which was not very clear after waking up, remembered that Lan Wangji had told him last night that he would go down the mountain with Lan Xichen to do some shopping today, but he had forgotten.

His eyes swept over the note on the table that was pressed by the cup. It was something Lan Wangji left for him to pay attention to.

Wei Wuxian washed and dressed neatly, then looked at his neck in the mirror. The marks on it were no longer visible, so he tied his hair up high.

Clean and refreshing.

In order to cover up the obvious signs of being high-profile, Wei Wuxian has been maintaining his half-tied hairstyle these days. At first, he didn't feel anything was wrong.

Until one night Lan Wangji came back very late again. Wei Wuxian was already sitting on the bed waiting for him, but he was bored, so he took out the flute he made and started playing.

The timbre of the bamboo flute has been carefully modulated by Wei Wuxian, and each syllable produced by it can be said to be very standard and pleasant to the ear.

A smooth and lively tune slowly came out of Wei Wuxian's mouth, which felt like a sleep accompaniment in the quiet night.

He heard it when Lan Wangji came back and stepped into the courtyard of the quiet room.

With a creaky sound, the bedroom door was pushed open. Lan Wangji looked at Wei Wuxian who was sitting cross-legged on the bed and slowly walked over.

Wei Wuxian raised his eyes to look at him, without stopping playing the flute for a moment.

Lan Wangji just stood there looking at him for as long as he blew.

After the song ended, Wei WuXian put down his flute and asked, "Second Master Lan, why are you standing there looking at me?"

After a few seconds of silence, Lan Wangji asked, "Wei Ying's song?"

Wei WuXian stood up, put on his shoes and got out of bed, then hummed a few more lines of the tune, which was catchy: "What's wrong with this song?"

Looking at Wei Wuxian, whose eyes were shining brightly, Lan Wangji opened and closed his lips twice and said, "Very familiar."

Wei WuXian began to help him undress with practiced movements: “How could I not be familiar with it? This was the piece you played when you were drunk and insisted on competing with a group of girls at the bonfire party in Fojiao Town a few months ago.”

Lan Wangji: “I did it.”

Wei Wuxian helped him hang his clothes on the screen and walked from one side to the other, while Lan Wangji's eyes followed Wei Wuxian back and forth all the time.

After putting on the clothes, Wei WuXian came back and scratched his chin: "Yes, and it has a nice name."

Speaking of names, Lan Wangji suddenly thought of those two words...

Then the two of them said in unison: "Wangxian."

Yes, it is Wangxian. Lan Wangji’s subconscious has told him that this should be the name.

He was already drunk at the bonfire party and was completely unconscious. He had no recollection of what happened afterwards.

But when he heard Wei Wuxian playing this tune just now, he knew that the tune must be called Wangxian.

In his previous life, Wei Wuxian first heard Lan Wangji hum this song in the Xuanwu Cave.

The first time he heard Lan Wangji play this song in this life was when Lan Wangji was drunk and not at all sober. In fact, this means that Lan Wangji had already prepared this song and buried it deep in his heart, but just lacked a suitable opportunity.

“Hahahaha.” Wei WuXian said, “Second Brother Lan has remembered it again.”

Lan Wangji: “Yeah.”

Wei WuXian asked: “So what did you remember?”

Lan Wangji gently hooked a strand of his messy hair in front of him with one hand, and his eyes seemed to be drifting away when he looked at Wei Wuxian.

As Wei Wuxian waited, Lan Wangji slowly uttered a name: "Yiling Patriarch - Wei Wuxian."

Wei Wuxian stumbled. It could be said that this was the first time he heard Lan Wangji say the four words "Yiling Patriarch" from his mouth.

Lan Wangji's tone did not have the funny and teasing tone of Jiang Cheng's, who chewed the food carefully in his mouth before spitting it out.

Some just feel valued.

Suddenly Wei Wuxian realized that he seemed to have had his hair half-down since he was in that place.

After he walked through the mass grave, his state of mind changed drastically, and his whole body was shrouded in a gloomy and murderous aura.

Wei WuXian burst out laughing: "What, Lan Zhan, you want to tease me too?"

Thinking about the origin of this title, Wei Wuxian sat down on the bed and lay down with his head tilted back. The founder of the Demonic Path, the Supreme Evil Lord Yiling Patriarch. At that time, it seemed that many people who wanted to surrender to him ran to the Yiling mass grave to offer him offerings.

People who claim to be disciples of Yiling Patriarch are everywhere on the streets.

Recovering his thoughts, Wei WuXian said, “Yiling Patriarch, this is a truly domineering title. However, even though it is domineering, my pretentious and arrogant look at that time still makes me feel sick when I think about it now. Not to mention that other people would want to hit me when they see it, even I would want to hit myself when I see it.”

After saying this, Wei Wuxian sighed. Coupled with what he just said, it seemed as if he was strongly condemning himself and was in a depressed mood.

Lan Wangji lowered his eyes and looked at him and said, "Wei Ying."

Wei WuXian raised his head slightly: “Hmm?”

Lan Wangji said: "You are very good, always have been."

Lan Wangji spoke very seriously. In fact, he was always serious when it came to matters concerning Wei Wuxian.

From beginning to end.

Wei Wuxian's heart skipped a beat, and a warmth rose in his chest as he lay with his hand stretched out to him.

Lan Wangji deliberately took over and pulled him.

Halfway through the pull, Wei Wuxian's mouth curled up slightly, and he suddenly exerted force with his wrist, pulling Lan Wangji down completely, and the two of them fell heavily together.

The sudden weight of the two people should not be underestimated. The bed in the quiet room was shaken violently and made an unbearable "creaking" sound.

Wei Wuxian also groaned from the collision. Lan Wangji hurriedly stood up to check if he was hurt, but Wei Wuxian put his arm around his shoulders and pushed him back: "Hold me for a while."

Despite this, it was Wei Wuxian who held him tightly and refused to let go, and Lan Wangji used the strength of his arms and legs to support his body so that his weight would not crush him.

Wei Wuxian said: "Lan Zhan, you are the best."

And, luckily, I have you.

……

Finally, Wei Wuxian knew that during this period of time, because Lan Wangji saw his look and the bamboo flute he often put on his waist, this behavior suddenly reminded Lan Wangji of many memories.

Moreover, there was hardly any good thing happening in this memory, because at that time the relationship between the Yiling Patriarch and Han Guangjun was indeed very strained, and they almost always ended up parting on bad terms.

So I don’t know what Lan Wangji was thinking, but that night he just bit Wei Wuxian’s fragile Adam’s apple viciously.

How could Wei Wuxian bear this?

After that, after his repeated requests, Lan Wangji stopped leaving marks on Wei Wuxian's neck and moved to other areas to continue fighting.