【WangXian】Win all games

Wei Wuxian took the candy, and continued happily walking with Lan Wangji hooked, walking past a small vendor selling rouge, gouache, and mirror grates, and caught a glimpse of the figure in the mirror, Wei Wuxian stopped suddenly Get down, look at Lan Wangji and say, "Lan Zhan, this is the first time I've visited a temple fair with you."

Lan Wangji gave him a puzzled look, obviously he had accompanied Wei Wuxian to many temple fairs in his previous life.

Wei Wuxian smiled, pointed to his face, and said emphatically, "I mean, it's me, it's my first time visiting a temple fair with you."

Lan Wangji was stunned for a rare moment before he understood what Wei Wuxian said.It was himself, the handsome young man, not the wounded Wei Wuxian who returned to the world after being sacrificed.

In his previous life, he was reserved and introverted. Wei Wuxian had proposed several times to take him to Yunmeng to play and travel in the mountains, but he refused to let him in, which caused him a lifelong regret. Later, Wei Wuxian borrowed Mo Xuanyu's body After returning to this world, although he tried his best to make up for those shortcomings, he was not perfect in the end. The once ostentatious young man could never come back.

Lan Wangji looked at the bright-faced Wei Wuxian in front of him, the red headband swaying in the dim light with his smiling figure, the bright red fringe of Chen Qing beside him was also agile, and the Chen Qing in block letters was engraved On the body of the flute, if you look to the other side, you can see the quaint fairy sword casually pinned to Wei Wuxian's waist in an upright manner.

With a thought, Lan Wangji pulled Wei Wuxian into his arms, and said in a muffled voice, "...Wei Ying."

Wei WuXian opened his eyes wide in surprise, then softened his gaze, stroked Lan WangJi's soft long hair from behind gently, and replied softly, "I'm here, Lan Zhan."

Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao had already followed, seeing them hugging each other from a distance, Lan Xichen shook his head with a smile, then lowered his head and said, "Ayao, let's go somewhere else, don't bother Wangji and Wuxian. .”

Jin Guangyao nodded, pointed to a bridge ahead, and said, "Second brother, let's sit there for a while."

The red lanterns of New Year's Eve were hung on the bridge corridor, but because they were away from the center of the temple fair, there were not many pedestrians.When the two walked to the bridge, they found that there were still many mahogany plaques tied with red strings hanging on the roof of the bridge gallery. When the wind blows, the wooden plaques would collide with each other, emitting a crisp sound. There are some empty mahogany cards, paper and pens, and there is a small clay pot beside it, with some scattered copper coins in it.

Lan Xichen looked at the mahogany plaque on it curiously, and asked, "What is this? I saw poems or people's names written on the plaque. Is there any meaning?"

Jin Guangyao looked up and said, "It should be the prayer cards of Hanshan Temple. The common people will write their wishes for the coming year on the cards. After the New Year's Eve, monks will come to take down these cards and send them to the temple. Pray for blessings, the money in the clay pot is the money for incense merits given by the people themselves."

Lan Xichen nodded slightly with a sudden realization, and asked again, "Then why did you write people's names?"

Jin Guangyao thought for a while and said, "Usually, it's the name of the person you're yearning for, or wishing for a certain person's safety. Some of them are writing the names of two people. It's usually a lover's wish to have a good relationship with each other for a hundred years. These are the common people's wishes for a better future. Wishes, people, always like to make wishes, do you think the second brother is quite naive."

Lan Xichen smiled, and said, "Not at all. Hearing what A-Yao said, Second Brother really wants to write a piece for himself and A-Yao."

Jin Guangyao asked suspiciously, "Second brother...what do you want to write?"

Lan Xichen thought for a moment, and said, "I wanted to write the names of me and Ayao, but I thought it was too vulgar, why not Ayao think about it."

After finishing speaking, Lan Xichen took out an ingot of silver from his sleeve and was about to put it into the clay pot, but Jin Guangyao stopped him in time, and said angrily, "Second brother, just a few copper coins are enough, you don't need to put so many, it's all right." It is spontaneous merit money, and it would be bad if it was taken away by money-grubbing people.”

Hearing this, Lan Xichen fumbled in the money bag for a while, and said a little nervously, "I don't seem to have any coins on me."

Jin Guangyao sighed helplessly. When Lan Xichen purchased supplies for the military camp during the Sun Shooting Campaign, he also bought a large ingot of silver. He is really a noble son who does not eat fireworks. Jin Guangyao silently slandered in his heart, But he still took out some broken money from his money bag and put it into the clay pot, then picked up an empty mahogany card, thought about it, but didn't know what to write.

Lan Xichen said: "Ayao can think slowly, we still have a lot of time. By the way, second brother... I have something for you."

Jin Guangyao raised his head and asked curiously, "What is it?"

Lan Xichen rarely took out a sword from his Qiankun sleeve with some anxiety. The color of the sword was exactly the same as that of Shuoyue. The silver and white scabbard was inlaid with bright silver decorations, but the craftsmanship was very unique. Like starlight.

Lan Xichen carefully but solemnly brought the sword in front of Jin Guangyao, and said with some embarrassment: "This sword is called Meteor, it can be worn as a hard sword, or it can be worn as a soft sword on the waist. Second brother searched for it for a long time. I found it, but I don't know if Ayao... likes it or not?"

Jin Guangyao took the sword in a daze, and couldn't help pulling it out to look at it. On the top of the sword, there was actually a picture of the stars and the moon. The moon is so thick and long, it is just right for Jin Guangyao to pick it up.

Jin Guangyao was stunned for a while, then stammered: "Second brother, this, this sword is too expensive, Ayao can't bear it."

Lan Xichen shook his head, and said seriously, "You are the Taoist companion of the Lan clan master, how can you not bear it?"

"Ayao, you deserve the best."

Jin Guangyao pursed his lips, his eyes fluttered slightly, and he finally put it away, and put the meteor on his waist, then raised his head and said to Lan Xichen with great sincerity: "Second brother, I already have the love of this world." The best husband ever."

As soon as he finished speaking, he himself blushed first, and immediately said: "Second brother, Ayao was quick-talking and abrupt."

Lan Xichen straightened his shawl with a grin, and said softly, "Second brother thinks that Ayao's name of husband is very good."

Jin Guangyao whispered: "Second brother, we haven't finished yet."

Lan Xichen smiled and said, "Anyway, Second Brother only recognizes A Yao in this life, so it's okay for A Yao to call out in advance. A Yao, have you decided what to write?"

Jin Guangyao looked at the shooting star on his waist, then at Lan Xichen's Shuoyue, took a deep breath, nodded, picked up a pen and carefully wrote on the mahogany card.

Standing behind him, Lan Xichen read out softly following his handwriting: "May I be like a star king like the moon, and the night and night stream be bright and clean..."

Hearing his clear and pleasant voice, Jin Guangyao felt a little shy. He turned the sign over and wrote Jin Guangyao. Just as he was about to write Lan Xichen, Lan Xichen suddenly wrapped his arms around him gently from behind, held his hand, and wrote Write down your name.

Lan Xichen tied the mahogany plaque with their names on the bridge with his own hands, and hung it with the good wishes of all living beings.

Jin Guangyao watched the wooden sign swaying gently in the winter wind, but he didn't feel cold at all, because Lan Xichen held him in his arms, shielding him from all the cold.

Hanshan Temple rings the New Year's bell, echoing in the night sky of Gusu for thousands of years. There are countless lotus lanterns on Biling Lake, carrying people's wishes in the water and drifting into the distance, and Tianping Mountain rises. Numerous Kongming lanterns are celebrating the New Year's Eve for those who have died.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Jin Guangyao turned around and kissed Lan Xichen's face, with a thousand years in his eyes, he whispered with nostalgia: "May you and I be like Liang Shangyan, and see each other every year."

Lan Xichen didn't speak, but just kissed him tenderly, and this was his answer.

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian were at the opposite end of the other bridge. They smiled at each other, clasped their fingers together, and the flickering lights reflected in their eyes. Wei Wuxian looked up at Lan Wangji's shallow eyes. In the eyes, in those eyes, I was smiling.

The world is beautiful, the seasons are changing, and all living beings are full of phenomena, but he only focuses on one person.

"Lan Zhan, Happy New Year's Eve."

"Wei Ying, Happy New Year's Eve."

-TBC-

See you every year.