dhibooks Chapter 36 36
Chapter 36 36
Before it was time for lunch, two banished immortals from the Lan family came in with two food boxes. When the food boxes were opened, except for a few plates of Yunshen's characteristic clear soup and little water on the lower floor, everything else was glowing red. one slice.
Both Jin Guangyao and Wei Wuxian are from Yunmeng, and they both like spicy food.
Probably especially the favorite chili fried cabbage.
The two happily ate their lunch contentedly, and chatted with laughter from time to time. The two white-clothed immortals opposite each other had affectionate and soft eyes, and they were eating very quietly while looking at the two. .
Smoke from the incense burner in the cold room curled up, and the birds outside the window flew up to the branches lightly, looking at the window curiously with their heads sideways, and Kazuki's pure white flowers bloomed just in time.
This situation, if there is a painter around, it will probably be copied into the painting.
After finishing the meal, Lan Xichen poured a few cups of tea, turned his head to look at Jin Guangyao, "Ah Yao, Jinlintai sent a message asking you to go back, it seems that Jinlintai is going to organize a hunt."
Wei Wuxian froze for a moment, glanced at Lan Wangji, and Lan Wangji also looked back at him with a tacit understanding, then looked at Lan Xichen, and asked, "Hunting at Baifeng Mountain?"
Jin Guangyao answered for Lan Xichen: "After the Sun Shooting Conquest, the three major hunting grounds were divided equally by the aristocratic family. Presumably the Jin family held the hunt, and it should be in Baifeng Mountain."
"Oh——" Wei Wuxian glanced at Lan Wangji meaningfully, and twitched the corner of his mouth meaningfully, "Baifeng Mountain is a good place~ Lan Zhan, don't you think so?"
Lan Wangji didn't respond, and took a sip of tea with downcast eyes, which made Wei Wuxian burst out laughing.
Lan Xichen and Jin Guangyao looked at the two of them strangely. Although they didn't know what happened to Baifengshan, Lan Xichen clearly saw a trace of embarrassment on his brother's face.
After lunch, Wei Wuxian yelled for Lan Wangji to take him down the mountain to buy Tianzixiao, waved his hand and left the cold room.
Jin Guangyao revised a letter, expressing that he would return to Jinlintai in three days, and while writing the letter, he complained to Lan Xichen: "Second brother, don't bite my neck next time, this mark won't last for two days. Can't go down."
Lan Xichen was sitting by the desk watching him write, and when he heard this, he smiled lightly, "It's hard for me, Ayao don't blame me."
Jin Guangyao seemed to be thinking of Lan Xichen who was about to kill himself on the couch last night, and faintly felt a little hot on his face, so he snorted softly, turned his head and concentrated on writing.
Lan Xichen didn't bother him, he took out a guqin and stroked it lightly. The sound of Zewujun's piano was melodious, and Lianfangzun's handwriting was beautiful.
Between playing the piano, Lan Xichen would silently look at Jin Guangyao. The young man had a pretty face, with a little cinnabar between his brows, which caught his eyes and heart tightly. Although he was the eldest son of the Lan family and the current suzerain, But he had never felt so satisfied in his heart.
It turns out that it is so pleasant to be with someone you love, this matter is not mentioned in the patriarch's handbook, and no one taught Lan Qiren, and his younger brother probably has a deep understanding of it, but he would never be with him. say these things.
But now he can finally deeply understand his younger brother's expression every time he gets along with Wei Wuxian.
Three days later, Jin Guangyao returned to Jinlin Terrace, and then he finalized the date of hunting, and sent out invitations to hundreds of immortal families. One month later, at Baifeng Mountain, the Lanling Jin Family Hunting Conference.
Looking at the invitation that Lan Wangji brought back to the quiet room, Wei Wuxian first thought of Baifengshan's kiss, and then remembered the scene of Jin Zixuan confessing to his senior sister in public, and couldn't help laughing out loud.
Lan Wangji was gently helping him untie the bright red hair tie, but when he heard Wei Wuxian smile, Wei Wuxian smiled, and he slightly curled the corners of his mouth.
He probably thought of something fun, he didn't need to know the details, he just knew that Wei Wuxian was happy, and he was happy too.
Black hair was scattered all over his back, Wei Wuxian raised his head slightly, revealing his beautiful jawline, and very smoothly embraced Lan Wangji backwards, kissed him erratically on the chin, and murmured: "Baifengshan... ..."
Lan Wangji also lowered his head, and lightly touched his forehead with his lips, "Wei Ying, it's time to sleep."
Wei Wuxian laid down on the chest of his Taoist companion like a stream, and said in a sighing tone: "Lan Zhan, the more things happen, the more I can truly understand the meaning of going back, every tiny process of re-selection , will bring completely different results. The previous life...now it really seems like a dream."
"But you said it was a dream. There were so many things in the past, but they are so vivid and clear."
Lan Wangji straightened his crumpled clothes, put his hands on his shoulders lightly and said calmly: "It is impossible to forget what happened in the past."
"Because of those memories, many mistakes can be avoided today."
Wei Wuxian closed his eyes, sighed softly, "You're right."
After reliving it again, he really realized that he had no choice or right to choose many things at that time, or he made the most wrong decision among all the choices.
Jin Guangyao's sorry that day actually made him feel very sad.
In the end, apart from the fact that the Wen family is outright evil, the reasons for doing evil are also very simple and rude. Wen Ruohan's miraculous skills are world-class, and the Wen family is powerful. Once a person has strength, he wants to be the absolute overlord, but the Wen family chose the most cruel way.
What about the rest?Be it Xue Yang, Jin Guangyao, or even Nie Huaisang who avenged his brother, everyone has difficulties and reasons.
They are the pushers of all tragedies, but at the same time they are pushed forward by tragedies.
One ring is wrong, and all the rings are wrong, but life is so unrepentant, what happened in the previous life, if there is a difference of one step, the whole game is lost.
What went wrong?Now there is no way to pursue it.
After the Guanyin Temple in the previous life, he and Lan Zhan finally came together, which can only be said to be the only lucky thing among countless tragedies.
Although he doesn't mind staying in Yunshen with Lan Wangji for a long time like that, after all, Lan Wangji is the love of his life, and it is his heart's desire to be with him for a lifetime. My heart is a little melancholy.
But if he could choose, who would choose to love each other so tragically? Why wouldn't he want to just spend his life with Lan Wangji in an ordinary life, without so many bloody events, without so much love and hatred, without so much flesh and blood? bones.
If that's the case, he can wantonly follow Lan Wangji's night hunt, go back to Yunmeng to harass Jiang Cheng when he's in a good mood, occasionally go to Lanling to see his senior sister, get angry with Jin Zixuan, and get some gadgets for Jin Ling by the way If one day he and Lan Wangji happen to pass by Qinghe, they can even ask Nie Huaisang out for a drink, and hear if there are any interesting gossips from the Baijia of Xianmen.
But after so many things, these things are just a beautiful imagination.
The old friend is gone, and neither is the old friend.
Wei Wuxian silently remembered that during a night hunt not long before he and Lan Wangji were backtracked, Jin Ling seemed to have had an argument with someone at Jinlin Terrace, feeling restless and accidentally injured, alone. Leaning against the tree with Suihua in his arms, he sulked.
Lan Si chased up to comfort him, Jin Ling turned his head, and Lan Jingyi couldn't help but say with an awkward look, "I said Miss, what are you upset about, isn't it normal for Yehun to be injured? Just be more careful next time."
Jin Ling shouted loudly to Lan Jingyi: "I know you all look down on me. My heart is not as high as Lan Sizhui, and my swordsmanship is not as good as yours. My little uncle assassinated Wen Ruohan before he could reach the crown. When I was the same age, I was a famous general in the Sun Shooting Campaign, and Wei Wuxian was also the famous ancestor of Yiling, but now I am the same as them, except that I have the title of the suzerain of the Jin family, what am I? I am Just not as good as them!"
At that time, Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi were both stunned. Wei Wuxian, who had been watching these teenagers beside Lan Wangji, sighed slightly, walked up to Jin Ling, and stretched out his fingers to gently wipe his eye sockets. A little tear.
"Jin Ling, no, we weren't that good at the beginning." Wei Wuxian bent slightly with a smile, looked him straight in the eyes and said, "At that time, every young hero you knew had a It was written with blood, some people lost their families, some people lost their parents, we had to stand up and force ourselves to grow up and face it.”
"If we could choose at that time, there wouldn't be so many tragedies oppressing us, maybe it would just be a few teenagers with relatively good cultivation. In fact, I really hoped so. What about Lianfang Zun, if nothing happened in exchange for these vain names and the strength of being forced to grow, then I would rather not, I believe they are the same."
"It's said that heroes come out of troubled times, but who would like troubled times? Aren't heroes in troubled times also forced?"
"Jin Ling, everyone lives in a different era and encounters different things. Never underestimate yourself."
Jin Ling stared at him blankly, sniffed, and didn't know what to say for a while.
Behind him, Lan Wangji slightly curled his slender and white fingers in his wide sleeves.
There used to be so many turmoil in the world, but now, Jiang Cheng will silently watch the group of teenagers playing in the lotus fragrance alone by the lotus pond in Lianhuawu, then silently walk into the ancestral hall, and just sit there all night.
Nie HuaiSang would turn his head suddenly during the breaks between teasing the birds, but no one wearing Ba Xia sternly told him not to waste his life, but to practice hard when he had time.
During the long retreat, Lan Xichen would see a young man with blood on his brow smiling warmly, and say to him, Second Brother, how are you doing these days.
Song Lan would walk in this world as a vicious corpse, carrying the Shuanghua Sword with the sword piercing frost flowers on his back. When he dreamed back in the middle of the night, he would occasionally see the Taoist in white who was smiling and wanted to compare with him.
Waking up in vain, waking up from a dream.
No one has regrets, everyone has regrets.
No matter right or wrong, in the end, the dead are dead, and the living have more regrets.
In another hundred years, those living people will also become a handful of loess with the remorse and regret buried in their hearts.
Wei Wuxian sighed again, he was extremely thankful that the ancestors of the Lan family had benefited the younger generations, and unexpectedly rescued such a spiritual creature, it was considered a pity from the heavens, and he could do it all over again, without leaving any regrets.
Seeing Wei Wuxian's face full of disappointment, Lan Wangji just whispered into his ear, repeating the words that he said countless times.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
The four words, with a low voice, fell into Wei Wuxian's heart steadily.
Wei Wuxian opened his eyes and looked at his Taoist companion. The melancholy in his heart was dispelled a bit, he cheered up and laughed, and touched the side of Lan Wangji's face, "Yes, with the second brother here, I must Will protect this weak and beautiful man like me."
"Yeah." Lan Wangji grabbed his hand that was sticking to his face, turned his head slightly and rubbed his cheek affectionately, "Definitely."
-TBC-