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When Wei Wuxian woke up, he found that Lan Xichen was pressing hard on Lan Wangji, who was lying on the couch and struggling to get up. The former was still holding a medicine bottle, and his voice was also slightly hurried, "Wangji! Wangji ! Mr. Wei has already left!"

Hearing his name, his ears immediately perked up, and he listened carefully to the man's words, a very absurd idea gradually emerged in his heart.

Lan Wangji obviously couldn't listen to Lan Xichen's persuasion, he was still struggling to get up, not knowing what to do.

"Forget the machine...you..."

Seeing that his younger brother couldn't listen to anything at the moment, the latter had no choice but to pat the back of his head helplessly.Immediately, the person on the couch closed his eyes and fell down.

Lan Xichen carefully applied the medicine to Lan Wangji's chest, sighing continuously as if remembering something.

Relying on past memories, he could see that this person was a little abnormal at the moment, and thought, "What's wrong with Lan Zhan?"

Leaping lightly onto the wooden couch, he found that the man on the couch had a sun pattern imprinted on his chest, and there were still some unhealed wounds on his chest, which looked very horrifying.

The position of the sun pattern is the same as the position of the scar in his lifetime.

Wei Wuxian squatted on the wooden couch all the time, his eyes were deeply attracted by the brand mark.

Lan Xichen carefully applied medicine to the whip marks on Lan Wang's fuselage, and carefully bandaged his newly scalded area.

At this time, Lan Qiren knocked on the door and entered, his unkind eyes lingering between the black cat and the knocked out Lan Wangji.Lan Xichen got up and saluted, and briefly told about Wen Yuan and the black cat.

Lan Qiren snorted coldly but didn't say anything, when he looked at Lan Wangji again, there was a little approval in his eyes.

This time even Wei Wuxian could see that the Lan family did not reject the remnants of the Wen family, which could no longer be a collateral branch, and it could even be said that they wanted to protect them.

Lan Qiren confessed: "When Wangji wakes up, let him go and receive the punishment on his own."

Lan Xichen hesitated for a while, but pleaded, "Uncle, Wang Ji has already been punished severely enough."

"Do you think I want to punish him? It's really unreasonable to be so stubborn."

Lan Qiren snorted coldly, flung off his sleeves, and walked out with his hands behind his back.

Lan Xichen bowed in salute, and replied feebly, "Yes."

Wei Wuxian raised his paw and scratched his ears, feeling a little confused.

No matter how dull he was, he would realize that Lan Wangji's drunkenness had something to do with him, and perhaps the sun marks on his chest did too.But he couldn't figure it out, the relationship between the two people was well known, why his death could hit this person so hard.

This made him a little dazed, thinking that he was someone important to Lan Wangji, but when he thought about it carefully, he secretly realized that it was impossible.

But this person's nightmare call, awakened spirit, drunken expression, and the same sun mark on his chest, all played back clearly in Wei Wuxian's mind, forcing him to recognize one fact over and over again: you are indeed blue. Wangji is a very important person in his heart.

How important is it?Wei Wuxian didn't know.But his broken and dead heart gradually recovered and showed signs of regeneration.

He felt as if he suddenly had a meaning to live.As if being needed and cared for by the old, weak, women and children of the Wen family, he suddenly realized that Lan Wangji needed him.

Wei Wuxian flinched into Lan Wangji's arms, then went to rub the man's hand again, and the other party seemed to sense it, and stretched out his hand to hug him in his arms.Then, I heard another whisper, "Wei... Ying..."

He grunted in his heart, and secretly decided to tell Xiao Guban who he was tomorrow.

After Lan Wangji woke up, he went to the ancestral hall to receive his punishment. Wei Wuxian followed quietly behind him, and only then did he know that Lan Wangji had been in confinement.

He thought to himself, "What terrible mistake did Lan Zhan make to be punished so harshly, and still put in confinement after the punishment?"

But no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't think of any outrageous behavior this person could do, he shook his head, and turned to thinking about how to tell Xiao Guban his identity.

Compared with the human body, the cat body photo is too inconvenient, and it is impossible to communicate. Wei Wuxian thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't figure out why.

Lan Wangji returned to the quiet room, and when he was sitting in front of the desk studying ink and copying a book, he had a flash of inspiration, and an idea came to his mind, he jumped on the desk, bit the brush in the man's hand, and kept rubbing it on the straw paper.

"Don't make trouble."

Lan Wangji took the cat into his arms, changed to a new piece of straw paper, and prepared to continue copying.

At this time, the black cat jumped up and bit the penholder again.Only then did the man lower his eyes and look at him calmly, and after a while, he let go of his hand.

After a lot of tossing and turning on the paper, he realized that the cat's claw could not hold the pen, and he couldn't write even if he bit the pen holder.He didn't even know what he had drawn with all his energy.

Immediately, he spat out the brush in his mouth, and called out to Lan Wangji. The other party seemed to understand his thoughts, pushed the inkstone over, and said, "Yin."

Wei Wuxian looked at the inkstone and thought, "That's right! Why did I forget this, I can't write it, I can print it."

He lifted his paws with a little bit of ink, and his three legs jumped onto the straw paper to print little by little.It took a few prints to realize that the paper was not big enough.

Can't help but screamed, thinking: "What should I do this time?"

Lan Wangji watched the black cat print step by step on the paper, as if he really wanted to piece together some words to convey a message to himself. He got up and took out some large sheets of rice paper for painting from the wooden box and spread them on the ground. He turned his head to signal the black cat to move to the battle position.

Wei Wuxian understood it in an instant, jumped off the desk and slowly pieced together the paw prints on the rice paper. The man followed him silently with the inkstone in his hand, and when the ink marks faded, he handed it to him for him to stain. continue.

The black cat stopped and walked on the paper a few times, and finally pieced together an ambiguous word 'baby', which he could recognize anyway.

"infant?"

Lan Wangji saw that the black cat jumped onto the desk after putting together the words and meowed at him non-stop, and asked in disbelief, "Do you know Wei Ying?"

He rolled his eyes at that person, and said in his heart: "Nonsense, of course I know him, how can I not know me?"

Seeing that the man didn't understand, he had no choice but to jump down again and continue calling with a new piece of rice paper in his mouth.This time, the man quickly understood what he meant, took out a new piece of rice paper and laid it on the ground again, silently waiting for him to print another set of footprints.

With the experience of last time, Wei Wuxian stepped out a word very skillfully this time: I

Seeing the crooked characters on the rice paper, Lan Wangji suddenly dropped the inkstone in his hand, and asked with shock eyes, "Are you Wei Ying?"

The black cat let out a low cry, as if to say, yes, I am Wei Ying.

The man stood there staring at the black cat with a complicated expression. After a while, he took a deep breath, picked him up and repeated the question he had just asked.

Wei Wuxian could only continue to meow at him, controlled his body, and nodded stiffly.

Lan Wangji immediately put the cat on the wooden couch, used his spiritual power to investigate its body, and indeed sensed a faint trace of spiritual power circulating in its body, not the monster power of a spirit beast.

After pondering for a moment, he probably understood the reason repeatedly. He raised his hand to send spiritual power to the black cat, temporarily suppressing the wound.

Presumably the black cat was not bitten by an ordinary beast before, but was injured by a spiritual pet under the command of the Xianmen family.The soul demon pill was shattered and he was dying. Before his body stiffened, Wei Wuxian's soul was attached to the black cat for some reason. The black cat was like a container for his soul, allowing him to continue to live in another way. In the world, you can even continue to practice.In any case, this was a gratifying event for Lan Wangji.

The continuous spiritual power that this person conveyed was like a warm current, quickly running through the whole body through the blood.Wei Wuxian only felt that his body was getting hotter and hotter, and the pain from the wound was getting lighter and lighter.

He stretched on the couch, yawned in an extremely comfortable way, looked up at that person, and found that the eyes of the other person were slightly red at the moment, and thought: "What's wrong with being so old-fashioned?"

"What did you say?"

Lan Wangji suddenly withdrew his hand and looked at him in disbelief.Only then did Wei Wuxian realize that he could actually speak, and what he uttered was no longer incomprehensible meows.

So, he tried to say again: "Lan Zhan, what's wrong with your eyes?"

Lan Wangji was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the spiritual power he sent must have been absorbed by him. At this moment, the spiritual power in Wei Wuxian's body was strong enough to communicate with people normally. His eyes were red, and his voice trembled slightly. ,"nothing."

He raised his hand to hold the black cat in his arms, stroked his furry ears with trembling hands, and the black cat purred comfortably.

Wei Wuxian squinted his eyes to enjoy his caress, leaned less, jumped onto the wooden couch and tilted his head to protest, "Lan Zhan, I'm hungry."

"alright, please wait."

Lan Wangji got up and brushed off the cat's hair, picked up the food box and walked a few steps, then folded back, put the black cat in his arms, stroked it, and then went to the dining room to get the medicinal food in peace.

Considering the injury of the black cat at this time, he personally made a pot of fish soup.

Wei Wuxian didn't know if it was the cat's body that was causing the trouble, he had no resistance to the fishy smell.When the man killed the fish, he ran around the chopping board, and was finally fixed in place for a full hour. After the fish soup was cooked, he didn't untie it, and the man directly carried him into his arms again with the food box Back to the quiet room.

Lan Wangji carefully warmed the fish soup before unlocking the black cat's immobilization technique. Seeing his whole head stuffed into the soup bowl and snoring and devouring, he said softly, "Eat slowly."

"I'm slow enough, I could have done it in one bite before."

The man shook his head and said, "Be careful, there are many more."

After eating, Lan Wangji stuffed him into his arms and went to the library to search for ancient books. The black cat lay lazily on the copybook in front of him, squinting his eyes and wondering what he was thinking.

After searching through several ancient books, I finally found an article describing the carrier of the soul. I looked up and was about to discuss it with Wei Wuxian, but found that the black cat had fallen asleep on its back.

Lan Wangji looked at him obsessively, and slowly stretched out his hand to gently stroke his fluffy body a few times. Seeing that the black cat hadn't woken up, he quietly lowered his head and buried his face in it, holding his breath in the soft Rubbing in the fluff.

The black cat snored comfortably, and turned over, revealing its soft belly.He gently stroked the soft skin, and the corners of his mouth gradually turned up.

Wei Wuxian slightly opened one eye, narrowed his eyes, seeing the tender and pampering expression on that person's face, his heart skipped a beat.He was surprised: "Lan Zhan, isn't it? You like cats?"

Lan Wangji hurriedly stuffed him into his arms again, and said seriously, "There are records in ancient books..."

Seeing that this person wanted to change the subject, he immediately interrupted: "What's wrong with you? Tell me, do you like fluffy animals? I see that the pile of rabbits in front of the quiet room is also raised by you. Unexpectedly, we are cold and aloof. Hanguang-jun is actually a person who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside."

Lan Wangji stuffed him into the depths of his clothes again, making sure that he only cast the hold technique when he couldn't see him.He got up and put the ancient book back in its place, ignored the black cat's barking protests, and went to the cold spring to practice.

Entering the icy cold water of the cold spring, he held the black cat in his arms, and put one hand on its body to channel spiritual power to resist the icy cold.

Wei Wuxian knew that the cold spring of Lan's house had the effect of healing bruises and wounds, so he didn't resist, and squinted his eyes obediently in the man's arms and let him manipulate him.

After a while, he felt that the spiritual power in his body was boiling overwhelmingly, causing him to jump into the spring water continuously.

Lan Wangji fished him out and tried to use spiritual power to suppress him again, but he became more and more chaotic. He was so uncomfortable that he almost lost consciousness. When he was struggling in the man's arms, he missed and scratched him. With blood stains, Wei Wuxian fell into the spring water again.

This time the man failed to pick him up in time.

Because, when Lan Wangji discovered that the black cat had fallen into the spring water, what caught his eyes was Wei Wuxian's flamboyant face.

The black cat turned into a human.

He stared at the naked person sitting in the cold spring in a daze.At this time, Lan Xichen's voice came from the shore:

"Wangji, you were looking for a flute everywhere yesterday, but you were not satisfied with what you found. I guess you want Mr. Wei's petition, and I made you a very similar one overnight. Although it can't be compared with Mr. Wei's, but You can also chat for comfort. You see..."

Hearing the sound, Lan Wangji immediately stepped in front of Wei Wuxian, but it was too late.Lan Xichen had already walked in and saw two people in the cold spring, one naked and one naked, they stood there for a moment.

The three of them looked at each other in blank dismay, and the atmosphere was extremely awkward.