【Xiyao】Snow in Zhaocheng

"... Hate life?"

When Song Yao heard the name, that inexplicable sense of familiarity crept into Song Yao's heart again. He repeated it twice in a murmur, looked up at Lan Xichen, and suddenly smiled: "Good name."

Lan Xichen paused, but shook his head and said, "This sword is very good, but the name...is too sad."

Hate life... These two words seem to sum up Jin Guangyao's short life of dozens of years.

The road was bumpy, full of hatred, hurting others and hurting oneself.

Too unknown.

In fact, in the final analysis, this is just the name of a saber, there are not so many explanations, but even if it is a metaphor of a saber, Lan Xichen still feels that it is a stick in his throat.

Song Yao was startled, met Lan Xichen's slightly gloomy gaze, her heart suddenly warmed up, and she said with a smile, "It's just a name, why should Mr. Zewu care about it?"

Feeling Lan Xichen's silent care, Song Yao's smile was different from the usual obedient and courteous, but with a bit of caring, Lan Xichen stared blankly, and the thing that was pressing on her heart gradually disappeared.

It is true that he is too obsessed with the past, but forgets that today is very different from before.

Lan Xichen said, "I'm narrow-minded."

The two looked at each other for a long while, and each smiled. Song Yao rubbed the scabbard in her hand with her fingertips, then slowly stopped smiling, and bowed to Lan Xichen.

Song Yao said in a deep voice, "I beg Mr. Zewu...teach me how to use a sword."

He lowered his head, hiding the raging desire in his eyes.

He wants to practice swordsmanship, he hates the feeling of being weak, he hates the feeling of being powerless...he wants to trample those who bullied him...he wants to become stronger.

This time Lan Xichen didn't reach out to help him.

He stared at Song Yao's lowered hair, and said for a while: "The Lan family's swordsmanship will never hurt innocent people, you have to swear."

Song Yao froze, as if all her secret thoughts were suddenly seen through, she suddenly looked up at him.

What met him was Lan Xichen's gentle and insightful eyes.

Lan Xichen knew that because of that kind of background, Song Yao must have hatred in his heart, and there was a reason for this hatred, if Lan Xichen were to change places with him, he would feel the same way.

But he couldn't let this hatred grow crazily in Song Yao's heart, and finally extinguished his reason and ruined his conscience.

Since he intends to teach him, he needs a guarantee from him.

Seeing that he had no intention of persecuting, Song Yao felt relieved, and immediately said: "Okay, I swear, if one day I hurt innocent people, I will be like five thunderbolts, no..."

He stopped abruptly in the middle of his words, with a look of surprise on his face.

It was Lan Xichen who silenced him out of desperation.

Lan Xichen frowned, and immediately removed the speech silence technique, helped him up, and said, "There's no need to do that."

This is not listening to him swear.

Song Yao looked at Lan Xichen's rare stern face, opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say for a moment.

In order to live, Song Yao has made countless similar poisonous oaths, and he himself has become numb. Only people have always cursed him to die early, but no one has ever cared so much because of his poisonous oath.

Lan Xichen thought that he was frightened by the silence technique just now, so he lowered his voice and said, "I'm sorry, I was in a hurry...This kind of poisonous oath will not be made again in the future."

Song Yao nodded blankly in response, and Lan Xichen smiled and said, "You don't have the foundation yet, you need to start from the beginning, I will teach you how to cultivate from tomorrow, and after you have formed the golden core, you can learn swordsmanship."

Song Yao's eyes lit up, suppressing the excitement in her heart, she nodded vigorously.

So for the next few days, the two of them taught and learned one by one, and enjoyed themselves together until four or five days later, when Lan Qiren came back, this rare peace was broken.

When he saw Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi and others sweating profusely, wiping their foreheads in their mouths and copying books upside down in the corridor, Lan Xichen knew that Lan Qiren was back.

Shaking his head helplessly to the few people who looked at him full of hope, Lan Xichen said that there was nothing he could do to help, so Lan Xichen took Song Yao to meet Lan Qiren, leaving the dejected teenagers behind.

As a result, Lan Xichen, who let Lan Si chase, Lan Jingyi and others go hunting with the ghost general, was naturally reprimanded by Lan Qiren.

Lan Xichen, who had always been respected by everyone in the Lan family, was no different from every junior taught by his elders in front of Lan Qiren. He respectfully listened to Lan Qiren's deep voice, and obediently responded to each one, completely I don't think it will hurt the face of the Patriarch, which surprised Song Yao who was on the side.

After Lan Qiren turned pale, he looked at Song Yao who was at the side, and said with stern but gentle eyes, "Are you Xichen's new recruit?"

Song Yao nodded, stepped forward to pay respects to Lan Qiren, and respectfully and politely called Mr.

Lan Qiren has always liked people who are well-behaved and courteous, and when he saw this, he nodded in appreciation, and Lan Xichen said in a timely manner: "My nephew accidentally rescued him when he was traveling, and seeing that he is very talented, I wanted to bring him back to Lan Qiren. Please teach me well, he is still in the process of enlightenment, and I will ask my uncle to teach him more in the future."

Lan Qiren's lingering anger towards Lan Xichen still persisted, he snorted coldly when he heard the words, but said in his mouth, "That's natural."

That night, the Lan family held a family dinner.

After a lapse of many days, Song Yao finally showed her face amidst all kinds of speculations. After Lan Xichen said a few words, he formally introduced Song Yao to everyone, but omitted the mention of Song Yao's background.

Song Yao is grateful for this, and the Lan family has always been known for its elegance and integrity. No matter how curious Song Yao is in their hearts, no one will do those inquiring things.

In recent years, Lan Xichen has been traveling around for too long, and Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian often go out hunting at night for several months without returning. Therefore, there are not many people who are in Yunshen together. This family banquet was originally for It was rare for Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji to get together, so Lan Xichen only announced a few things before starting the banquet.

From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian's small movements. Lan Xichen looked in Lan Qiren's direction, seeing Lan Qiren sitting upright with a sullen face, pretending to be deaf and dumb, he couldn't help but smile.

He turned to Song Yao who was beside him, and asked in a low voice, "Is the food still to your liking?"

Song Yao picked up the soup bowl in front of her and took a sip, her mouth was bitter and astringent, but her face was serious, she said without changing her expression: "This food is very good."

Lan Xichen naturally knew whether the food at the Lan family banquet was good or not. Seeing Song Yao's serious face, and thinking of the Lanling Jin's exquisite and luxurious meals, Jin Guangyao couldn't help eating too much, so he couldn't help laughing.

He glanced at Song Yao with a smile, and said in a low voice: "If it's not to your liking, let's leave the table later, and I'll make something else for you."

Song Yao was taken aback, looked at him in surprise, and said hesitantly, "Jun Zewu...can cook?"

Lan Xichen nodded, and said softly, "When Wang Ji was practicing cooking, he often invited me to test poison for him... Cough, try dishes, and I learned a little bit over time."

Song Yao's expression was overjoyed, and the seriousness on his face could not be restrained immediately. He put the soup bowl in his hand far away, and said flatly, "Thank you Zewu-jun."

Lan Xichen laughed lowly, and Lan Qiren who was beside him suddenly coughed forcefully.

From the corner of his eyes, Lan Xichen caught a glimpse of Lan Qiren staring at them in their direction, so he smiled submissively, and picked up the tea cup in front of him and took a sip at the same time as Song Yao, the movements were surprisingly consistent.

Lan Qiren stared straight at the sight.

However, the two of them were very quiet afterwards, and in the end even Wei Wuxian became more obedient, and his movements restrained a lot, so until the end of the family banquet, Lan Qiren didn't find any faults with the others, so he had to leave angrily.

Lan Xichen and Song Yao returned to the cold room, and Song Yao looked at Lan Xichen without saying a word, with a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

Lan Xichen laughed for a while, stroked Song Yao's hair that was hanging down his cheeks, and said softly, "I'll go get some food, you wait here for me."

Song Yao nodded obediently.

Half an hour later, Lan Xichen came back with the food box and put the food one by one on the small table in the inner room.

In fact, there are not many dishes, only three, one cattail dish in milk soup, one sweet and sour carp, and one pear ball in honey sauce.

Generally speaking, it is very light, but it is bitter and astringent compared to Lan's family banquet, and there is also a trace of strangely sweet grass roots and dead leaves in the bitterness, which is many times better.

As soon as Lan Xichen had finished arranging a few dishes, Song Yao sat down at the table deftly, consciously arranged the dishes, and looked at him with bright eyes.

Lan Xichen smiled and said, "Eat, I only made a portion for you alone."

Song Yao was surprised and said, "Won't Mr. Zewu eat it?"

Lan Xichen shook his head, sat down at the table, took a pair of chopsticks that Song Yaoduo had put out, put some fish into Song Yao's bowl, and urged softly, "Eat quickly."

So Song Yao stopped talking, and obediently ate the food in the bowl, her eyes lit up, and she said with a smile, "I never thought Mr. Zewu would cook such authentic Lu cuisine."

What Lan Xichen cooks are home-cooked dishes from Lanling. Although they are not complicated, it is not easy to be authentic.

Lan Xichen smiled and said, "I used to go to Lanling often, and I have tasted these dishes many times, so I remember them."

He vaguely remembered that these dishes were once Jin Guangyao's favorite, and he tried to make them when he was practicing cooking, thinking that one day he would be able to make them for Jin Guangyao to taste, but unfortunately, he never had such an opportunity.

Fortunately, he has always remembered the recipes of these dishes, and now they have a place to use again.

The corners of Lan Xichen's lips curved slightly, revealing a shallow and warm smile, and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Song Yao nodded vigorously, then lowered her head to take a bite of her meal, following the rule of not talking when eating, she only smiled at him with crooked eyebrows and eyes.

Just like a long time ago, when Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao drank tea and played chess, and talked at night by candlelight, Jin Guangyao would smile so much that he would bend his eyebrows and look undefended whenever he talked about his pleasure.

At that time, Jin Guangyao's smile was not mixed with so many exploits and falsehoods. At that time, Jin Guangyao still called him second brother.

Lan Xichen's heart warmed slightly, and he sighed with a smile.

The so-called quiet time is probably the case.