When Wei Wuxian traveled back in time

Lan Jingyi responded, "Okay, okay... Miss Jin is the smartest among us."

Jin Ling asked sharply, "Who are you talking about, Miss!?"

Seeing that the two were about to start arguing like fighting cocks, the young man at the side quickly spoke up and directly brought the topic back to the right track: "Are you really sure?"

Wei Wuxian nodded after a slight pause. Although he still had some doubts, this was very obvious compared to his other emotions.

The young man glanced at Wei Wuxian several times, as if he had figured out something. He asked, "Since you are sure, do you know what your own soul represents?"

Wei WuXian hadn’t realized this at all, and didn’t know why he asked this question at this moment. He paused for a moment and asked in a questioning tone, “You mean… mine?”

The young man nodded slightly.

Wei Wuxian suddenly fell silent, his eyes becoming deep and solemn.

Seeing this, the young man further explained: "You are here to fill the missing part of Lan Wangji's soul. After you truly find out what Lan Wangji's lost soul represents, in order to fit in with each other, you will be able to realize what your soul represents in the dark."

"But right now, I think you don't seem to be like that."

Seeing Wei Wuxian fell into deep thought.

The young man continued, "You still have time to continue investigating. Don't make blind guesses. Watch a few more scenes and then you can determine what it is."

After the conversation ended, Wei Wuxian entered the next ball of light with the verification of this event in his heart.

There was a flash of dazzling white light before his eyes, followed by darkness. When his vision became clear again, he was in a completely new scene.

It was a wild night, the sky was dotted with stars and the sound of insects could be heard from the ground.

Not long after, Wei WuXian heard voices coming from not far away.

"Lan Zhan, why are you so strange? Your face doesn't even turn red when you're drunk."

"..."

"Listen to the heartbeat."

"..."

After a burst of rustling sounds, Wei WuXian saw Lan WangJi and the other man holding 'him' in their arms.

"His" head was being gently pressed against Lan Wangji's broad and solid chest, quietly listening to the man's strong heartbeat.

Wei Wuxian, who witnessed this scene, couldn't help but begin to doubt the scene he had seen before and the inferences drawn from it.

To be fair, if Lan Wangji had truly lost his soul, then how could he have been so intimate towards "him".

Regardless of whether Lan Wangji was drunk or not, as long as there was no such affection between the two of them, the act of pressing someone's head into his arms was indeed a bit too much.

Wei Wuxian still remembers a famous saying that Lan Wangji once said: I don’t touch others.

If there was no true love between the two of them, in fact, after thirteen years, and with him having changed his appearance, they could be said to be strangers.

Now if Lan Wangji has really lost his soul, wouldn't it be reasonable for him to make a comeback to the martial arts world?

Wei Ying over there was simply in love with Lan Wangji, who became unrestrained when he was drunk. His excitement was beyond words. He pulled Lan Wangji's arm and walked forward, wanting to go back to the inn quickly to take care of this Lan Wangji who became very adorable when he was drunk.

However, Lan Wangji was drunk, and although he could walk, he was in an unconscious state. When others pulled him, he paused slightly while walking, took two steps, and then stopped moving again.

The whole person is like a rusty saw tooth, dull when pulled.

Lan Wangji stopped every two steps and looked back every three steps. Although his vision was a little blurry, he was looking for something with a purpose.

Wei Ying realized that he couldn't pull him, so he came behind him and pushed him: "Okay Lan Zhan, let's go back and rest quickly."

Lan Wangji turned around and looked at him when his eyes met. Without saying anything, he grabbed Wei Ying's hands that were constantly pushing him and held them tightly in his palms:

"you……"

Wei WuXian blinked in confusion: “I…?”

When Lan Wangji stared at Wei Ying, there seemed to be thousands of words in his eyes that were about to be spoken, but in the end he swallowed them back and squeezed the palm of the person he was holding tightly in his hand: "Wen..."

I waited for a long time and found out this is what they were talking about.

Wei Ying knew what he was thinking: "Wen Ning has left. He went home to eat and sleep. Why don't we go back to sleep too?" Wei Ying's voice became longer and longer, just like he was coaxing a disobedient child.

Lan Wangji stared at him silently, and finally nodded obediently.

Soon the scene changed and we returned to the inn.

Just as he remembered, after washing his face, he started to tease the drunk Lan Wangji.

Lan Wangji answered whatever was asked and was extremely honest.

At this moment, Wei Ying pointed at himself and said, "What about this?"

Lan Wangji answered without hesitation: "Mine."

Lan Wangji's voice was low and firm, and he spoke each word with incredible clarity.

What does this 'my' mean? Wei Wuxian will no longer be confused like he was the first time, or even misinterpret Lan Wangji's meaning.

But logically speaking, if the soul that Lan Wangji lost was the soul of love, then he should not have said such ambiguous and misleading words.

It is also impossible to regard yourself as his property.

But why did he...

Soon the scene in front of him ended after Lan Wangji, who was lying on the bed, said, "It's the hour of Hai."

These scenes are similar in some ways and different in others.

But the scene I saw this time was exactly the same.

But if we were to categorize the scenes that are the same as in our memory and those that are different, the differences seem to account for only a very small part.

According to the original speculation, if only such a small part is used to cover such a large part, it seems a bit rash to conclude that the soul that Lan Wangji lost was the soul of love.

And this small part was just because Lan Wangji didn't agree to sleep in the same bed with him.

Wei WuXian couldn't help but start to doubt whether he had remembered the scene wrongly.

This time, after Wei Wuxian came out of this scene again, he chose to enter the next scene without any hesitation.

If one or two don’t work, then he’ll look at three or four more.

After entering the new scene, things developed almost exactly the same as before.

Lan Wangji got drunk again, and the two of them played that childish game of hide-and-seek together.

Wei Wuxian sat quietly on the side and watched. The scene was relaxed and interesting, but his heart was not at peace.

Wei Wuxian was waiting, because in this memory, when Lan Wangji got drunk in front of him for the second time, a crucial plot would appear.