When Wei Wuxian traveled back in time

Wei Wuxian has never had any concept of spending money since he was a child. In the past, he would just buy things and run away. After a month, someone would go to Uncle Jiang to reimburse him. But now that he has Lan Zhan, he doesn't have to worry about this anymore.

Jin Ling clenched the two copper coins in his hand. Although his eyes and mouth were full of disgust, he still accepted them.

Wei Wuxian’s smile deepened upon seeing this.

The two stood outside for a long time, not knowing whether anything else had happened inside. But one could imagine that Jiang Cheng would not look good when facing the three Lan family members in mourning.

Wei WuXian said in a frivolous way: “Let’s go in and see if your uncle has eaten enough.”

Jin Ling rolled his eyes. What was so interesting about watching people eat?

Arriving at the door, Wei Wuxian was about to push it open, but his hand paused in mid-air, and the action of pushing it open turned into knocking on the door.

After knocking, Jiang Cheng's hoarse and impatient voice sounded from inside: "Why are you knocking? I don't know what kind of person you are! Why are you pretending to be polite?"

“…” Wei Wuxian glanced at Jin Ling awkwardly. To be honest, sometimes he really wanted to sew Jiang Cheng’s mouth shut.

Jiang Cheng couldn't see who was knocking on the door from inside, so he didn't know whether this sentence was directed at him or Jin Ling.

But it doesn't seem to make much difference no matter who says this.

But if Jiang Cheng saw the person who pushed the door, then this sentence would fall on the person who pushed the door.

Wei Wuxian gave Jin Ling a look, signaling him to open the door.

Jin Ling: “…”

As soon as they entered the room, they saw Lan Wangji and Lan Jingyi standing at the door like door gods, while Lan Sizhui was standing not far from Jiang Cheng.

The atmosphere between them was as stiff as it could be, especially Jiang Cheng's posture of holding the bowl as if he wanted to drink but didn't, which was even more weird.

No one spoke first. Instead, Jin Ling looked around at the people in the room and walked over first: "Uncle, are you full?"

Jiang Cheng glanced at him and said in a low voice, but loud enough for everyone in the room to hear, "I'm just eating, and so many people are looking at me. Are they looking at a monkey?!"

What he meant was that I'm eating and you guys should get out right away.

Wei WuXian touched his nose and said, “Lan Zhan, let’s go check on little Lan Zhan. I don’t know what happened to him after such a long time. Is he awake?”

Lan Wangji: “Yeah.”

After saying that, the two of them walked out of the room first. Seeing Senior Wei and Han Guangjun leave, the two juniors had no reason to stay here. They both bowed in the direction of Jiang Cheng, and then followed Han Guangjun out.

After those people left, Jiang Cheng motioned for him to pick up the remaining dishes and chopsticks on the table and have a taste.

Although Jin Ling was not very hungry, he did not want to disobey him.

Just like that, Jiang Cheng watched him fill a bowl and drink it.

Jiang Cheng: "How is it?"

Jin Ling commented: "The lotus root is very tender, with a dense texture, bold ingredients are added, and it is boiled for a long time. The soup is very fragrant and tasty."

Jiang Cheng nodded.

Jin Ling served himself another bowl: "I didn't expect Han Guang-jun's cooking skills to be so good. His cooking is much better than that of the Jiang and Jin family's chefs."

In fact, what Jin Ling didn't know was that the reason why Jiang Cheng wanted him to try it was because the taste of the lotus root and pork ribs soup made by Han Guangjun was very similar to that made by Jiang Yanli.

And it's very close.

The four of them left Jiang Cheng's residence and returned to the guest room. Wei Wuxian stood beside the bed and saw little Lan Zhan lying on the bed with his brows tightly furrowed and some thin beads of sweat on his forehead.

Wei WuXian worriedly checked his physical condition again, and this time, apart from his slightly rapid heart rate, there was nothing else wrong.

He looked up at Lan Wangji, who was also at a loss.

After all, little Lan Zhan fell down without any warning and there was no trace to follow.

At this time, Lan Sizhui fetched some water, soaked the handkerchief and handed it to Wei Wuxian, who showed admiration for him.

Wei Wuxian sat on the bed with a handkerchief and helped him wipe the sweat so that he could feel refreshed. This time, Lan Wangji did not stop him.

After a while, Lan Sizhui said, "Senior Wei, how about I go find Huan Yao and see if he has any ideas?"

Wei Wuxian nodded, and just as Lan Sizhui was about to walk out of the room, Wei Wuxian exclaimed, and the handkerchief in his hand fell to the side.

Lan Sizhui and the others turned back hastily and moved closer.

Just when Wei Wuxian was helping him wipe the sweat off his neck, little Lan Zhan’s hand suddenly grabbed his wrist with great force and tough action.

Wei WuXian: “Lan Zhan…you…?”

But as soon as Lan Zhan saw clearly that it was him, he let go of the hand that was holding him, and then somehow he used the sleeve of his arm to cover his entire face.

This was the first time Wei Wuxian saw Lan Zhan with such an expression, whether he was the big Lan Zhan or the little Lan Zhan.

Although he didn't know what was wrong with him, Wei Wuxian's hand was always tightly holding his other hand, and little Lan Zhan's hand also tightly held his in response.

There was silence for a long time, and everyone in the silent room was waiting for little Lan Zhan's reaction.

Suddenly, little Lan Zhanqing called out, "Wei Ying."

Wei WuXian: “I’m here.”

Lan Zhan: “Wei Ying.”

"I'm here."

"..."

Although he didn't know why little Lan Zhan kept calling him over and over again, Wei Wuxian still responded one by one.

He felt that Xiao Lan Zhan's hand was holding his hand tighter and even trembling.

Wei WuXian said to the three people standing there: “Lan Zhan, little Lan Zhan seems to be feeling very uncomfortable, can you guys first…”

Lan Wangji knew what he meant. Even though he didn’t want Wei Wuxian to be alone with him, this was not the time to think about it.

He said 'hmm' and then took Lan Sizhui and the others out.

After a few people left, Wei Wuxian's other hand gently pushed aside the sleeve that was blocking his face and touched little Lan Zhan's face, which was surprisingly smooth and wet.

Lan Zhan! He! He cried!!!

This thought suddenly grew in Wei Wuxian's mind. In addition to being shocked, he was also filled with an indescribable feeling of heartache. He wiped the tears from his face and said lovingly, "Lan Zhan, don't be afraid. I'm always here."

As expected, after Wei Wuxian finished speaking, the hand that little Lan Zhan was holding on to him stopped shaking.

Wei WuXian carefully helped him remove the arm that had been covering his eyes, and sure enough, his eyes were blurred with tears.

Wei Wuxian had only seen Lan Wangji cry twice in his life, once in the Xuanwu Cave and again this time.

That time, his palms were filled with helplessness, but this time, all he felt was heartache.

Lan Wangji would never cry easily, so what happened?