When Wei Wuxian traveled back in time

Wei Wuxian's hand hung in the air for a long time. He first took a deep breath, and finally dropped his hand on Jin Ling's head with some trembling.

Rubbing it gently, Wei WuXian said, “You are already grown up and yet you are still crying and acting like a spoiled child.”

Jin Ling has the temper of a young lady, and her personality is exactly like Jiang Cheng's, completely arrogant.

Hearing his words, Jin Ling got up from Wei Wuxian's arms hastily, his face flushed, and said, "Who is acting like a spoiled child?"

Wei WuXian smiled and said, “Then what were you doing hugging me just now?”

Fifteen or sixteen years old is still a child after all. Seeing that he did not let go and kept teasing her, she could not resist and could only babbled: "I...I...I was just sleepy!"

After saying that, he repeated it seriously to confirm what he said: "Yes! I am just sleepy."

Who would lie on top of someone else when they are sleepy? Wei Wuxian thought about it and realized that he was the one who lay on top of Lan Wangji when he was sleepy. He felt a little ashamed of this.

Is it so difficult for a little kid to admit that he is a spoiled brat? Thinking of this, Wei Wuxian opened his arms, nodded to signal him to hug her again, and said, "Come on!"

Jin Ling looked at his movements and subconsciously leaned towards the wall and asked, "What are you doing?"

Wei WuXian said, “What are you doing? Go to sleep! What else do you think you can do?”

Jin Ling pushed him away and asked, "Then why are you opening your hands?"

Wei WuXian said, “Didn’t you say you wanted to sleep? Don’t be shy, come, hold me, little friend!”

Wei Wuxian's tone was really like the tone of coaxing a child, with a hint of indulgence.

After hearing his words, Jin Ling felt his cheeks burning as if they were about to catch fire. He suddenly lay down and covered his head with the quilt: "Who is the kid!"

Wei WuXian pulled his blanket outside and said, “Whoever admits it is the kid.”

Inside the quilt, Jin Ling grabbed a corner of the edge tightly and refused to let him lift the quilt.

Seeing him like this, Wei WuXian stopped pulling the blanket and patted him on the back, saying, “Alright, alright, tell me why you fainted just now, and why you went to the Lotus Pier and then came to Yiling?”

Jin Ling suddenly threw back the quilt, sat up and asked, "How did you know I went to Lotus Pier?"

Wei WuXian helped him tuck in the quilt and said, “Those two followers of yours were talking about this. Who else could it be if not them?”

Jin Ling lowered his head, clenched his hands tightly on the quilt, then released them and said, "Nothing."

How could it be nothing? Jin Ling looked like he wanted to say something but didn't dare to. It was obvious that something was seriously wrong.

He twisted Jin Ling's shoulders and said, "Look up and look at me. What's the matter?"

Jin Ling raised his head and looked at Wei Wuxian's determined yet anxious eyes. He tried to speak several times but swallowed his words back.

It was like being cast under the Lan family's silencing spell, wanting to speak out but being restrained by something.

Wei WuXian said, “If you don’t want to say it, I won’t force you to do it, but you have to know that your fainting for no reason just now is not a small matter. If it happens the first time, there will be a second time.”

"As for Jiang Cheng's matter, I don't know if you are hiding something from me, but Jin Ling, you must know that no matter now, in the past, or in the future, whether you recognize me or not, I regard you as my family, and you are one of the few people I care about in this world."

"Since you just acknowledged that I am your uncle, you should tell me what happened, because some things cannot be solved by a half-grown child like you."

After hearing his words, Jin Ling's tears, which he had just forced back, burst out again like a flood, and this time he could no longer stop them.

It started with quiet sobs, then became louder and louder.

Jin Ling has been suppressed for too long. He lost his parents at a young age, had no one of his age to talk to when he was a teenager, and had to think about proving himself in front of his uncle every day. In the end, he was forced to become the youngest head of the family and endured too much that he shouldn't have to endure at this age.

He had never cried so loudly like he did today, not before and certainly not now.

The last time he cried was because of his father's sword, but when Jiang Cheng came, he stopped crying abruptly.

Wei WuXian grabbed his body and placed his head on his shoulder, then patted his back gently, giving him a great sense of security: "Cry, it will be better once you cry."

Outside.

The people who had been waiting outside were startled by Jin Ling's sudden howl.

Everyone froze in place.

Lan Jingyi asked in confusion: "What happened in there? Why is Jin Ling crying so miserably?"

Lan Sizhui, who was equally puzzled, shook his head at him.

Lan Jingyi asked, "Do you want to go in and take a look?"

Lan Sizhui said, "Since Senior Wei hasn't said anything, it's better for us to wait outside."

Compared to the panic of the people around them, Lan Wangji and Lan Zhan stood there like a sculpture, motionless.

The two stood opposite each other, Lan Zhan staring at Lan Wangji's face, trying to find the answer in his adult self.

Lan Wangji stared straight ahead, not even glancing at him, treating him like air, standing there quietly, waiting for Wei Wuxian's call at any time.

After a while, Lan Zhan couldn't help but ask, "How did Master Jin and Miss Jiang die?"

Lan Wangji didn’t answer.

Lan Zhan asked again: "How did a child as young as Jin Ling become the head of the family?"

Lan Wangji remained silent.

Lan Zhan asked again: "Wei Ying he..." Hearing these two words, Lan Wangji finally turned his head and looked at him.

"Is he...doing well?"

Although he didn't know the reason or the basis, Lan Zhan always felt that something earth-shattering must have happened during this period, but no one told him.

Lan Wangji paused for a moment and said, "Of course." He paused for a moment, as if he was hesitating.

Of course, that means they live a good life, but Jin Zixuan and Jiang Yanli are dead, and at worst there will be peers to inherit. He doesn't know how long Jin Ling will take over as the head of the family.

But what on earth had happened to allow a young man to manage the entire Lanlingjin Clan?

Where is Wei Ying...

In the wing room.

The two didn't know how long they hugged each other, and Jin Ling's crying finally changed from the previous deafening sound to sobbing.

Wei WuXian took out a handkerchief from somewhere and handed it to him: "Now can you tell me what happened?"

Jin Ling wiped his face with a handkerchief and said with a heavy nasal tone: "Uncle...he was attacked by a monster."

Wei WuXian asked, “Monster? What monster?”

Jin Ling sniffed and said, "I don't know."

Wei WuXian asked, “I wonder what you are doing in Yiling?”

After another moment of hesitation, just as Wei WuXian was about to lecture him at length, Jin Ling said, “Because it was foggy at the time, I couldn’t see the road clearly, and then I didn’t know what happened, but when I woke up, I was back at the inn.”