Hanguang-I

After the fight, Wen Ning gradually gained a not-so-pleasant nickname due to his ferocious and manic performance. Although Jiang Cheng stabbed him in the abdomen, Wei Wuxian didn't take it seriously and stuffed his intestines back into his stomach. He even drove Wen Ning to hunt some evil spirits and bought a few big bags of potatoes as if nothing had happened.

After returning to the mass grave, Wenqing bound his wounds and scolded him bloody because he was asked to buy radish seeds.

After that, it was a peaceful and ordinary life. Wei Wuxian led fifty Wen family monks to cultivate land on the mass graves, build houses, refine corpses, and make props. In my free time every day, I play with my cousin Wen Yuan's one or two year old child, Wen Yuan. I hang him on a tree or bury him in the soil with only his head exposed. I coax him to tell him that he can grow taller if he is exposed to the sun and watered. Quickly, and then scolded by Wenqing again.

After several months of this, apart from the fact that the outside world's evaluation of Wei Wuxian was getting worse and worse, there was no further development.

There are not many days left for Wei Wuxian to go down the mountain, because all the evil things in the entire mass grave must be controlled by him alone. He cannot stay too far away or walk for too long. He is also an active person by nature. , People who can't stay in one place often have to go to the nearest town to wander around in the name of shopping. Because Wen Yuan stayed at the mass grave for too long, Wei Wuxian felt that a two-year-old child couldn't be stuck in that place playing in the mud, so one day he took him with him when he went down the mountain to do some shopping.

Having been to this town so many times, Wei Wuxian was already familiar with it. He walked to a vegetable stall, rummaged through it, suddenly picked one up, and said angrily: "You potatoes are sprouting!"

The vegetable seller felt like he was facing a formidable enemy: "Where are you doing?!"

Wei WuXian said, "Cheaper."

Wen Yuan was still holding his legs at first. Wei Wuxian was walking around picking potatoes and negotiating prices. Wen Yuan hung on his legs. After a while, she couldn't hold him anymore. Her short hands were sore, so she let go and rested. After a while, who knows, in just a moment, the flow of people on the street knocked him around and lost his direction. His eyesight was very short. As he walked around, he couldn't find Wei Wuxian's long legs and black boots. All he could see was a group of dusty, dirty black pants with muddy legs, and he became more and more confused. While he was dizzy, he suddenly bumped into someone's leg.

The man was wearing a pair of spotless snow-white boots. He was walking very slowly, but when he bumped into him, he immediately stopped.

Wen Yuan raised her face tremblingly. She first saw the jade pendant hanging around her waist, then the belt embroidered with curling cloud patterns, then the meticulously neat collar, and finally, a pair of eyes that were as cold as frost.

This stranger was looking down at him with a cold and condescending expression, and Wen Yuan suddenly felt frightened.

Wei Wuxian spent a long time picking and choosing, and finally decided not to buy these sprouted potatoes. They might be poisoned if they were eaten. He refused to lower the price, and was scorned by the vegetable seller. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, Wen Yuan would be gone. He was so frightened that he looked for the child all over the street. Suddenly he heard a burst of childish crying and rushed over. Not far away, a group of passers-by formed a crowded circle, whispering and pointing. He pushed aside the crowd and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Lan Wangji, dressed in white and carrying the Bichen Sword on his back, stood stiffly among the crowd, rarely looking slightly at a loss. Looking again, Wei Wuxian almost fell down laughing. I saw a child sitting at Lan Wangji's feet, crying loudly with tears streaming down his face. Lan Wangji couldn't walk away, stay, reach out, or speak. His face was serious, as if he was thinking about what to do.

A passerby, Bibipipipao, gnawed on the melon seeds and said, "What are you doing? The little meow is so scary."

Someone said firmly: "His father must have scolded him."

Hearing "His father," Wei Wuxian, who was hiding in the crowd, burst into tears. Lan Wangji immediately raised his head and denied, "I'm not."

Wen Yuan didn't know what others were talking about. Children would call people close to them when they were scared, so he also cried out: "Abba! Abba, oooooooo..."

A passerby immediately said: "Listen! I told you, it's his father!"

Some people thought they had sharp eyesight: "It must be dad, the nose was carved from the same mold, and he didn't run away!"

A sympathetic person said: "It's so pitiful. He's crying so hard. Was he scolded by his father?"

Some people who don't know what's going on ask: "What's going on in front of you? Can you give way? My car can't pass."

Some angrily said: "I don't know how to pick up the child and coax him! Just let my son sit on the floor and cry? How can I be a father!"

Some expressed understanding: "You are so young, it is your first time to be a father. I was also like this back then. I didn't understand anything. My wife will understand after having more children. She has to learn slowly..."

Someone coaxes the child: "Be good and don't cry, what about your grandma?"

"Yeah, dad doesn't care where mom is, but where is his mom?"

Amid the noisy waves, Lan Wangji's expression became increasingly weird.

It's a pity that he has been a proud man of heaven since he was born. Everything he says and does is the most upright and upright, a role model among models. He has never encountered such a situation. Wei Wuxian laughed until he died, but saw Wen Yuan crying. He was about to die, so he had to stand up, pretending that he had just discovered the two people here, and said in surprise: "Eh? Lan Zhan?"

Lan Wangji suddenly raised his head, and their eyes met. For some unknown reason, Wei Wuxian avoided it. As soon as she heard his voice, Wen Yuan jumped up, ran towards him with two raging tears, and hung them on his lap again. Passers-by shouted: "Who is this? Where is mother? Where is mother? Who is the father?"

Wei Wuxian waved his hand and said, "It's all gone!"

Seeing that there was nothing to do, the idlers slowly dispersed. Wei Wuxian turned around, smiled slightly, and said, "What a coincidence. Lan Zhan, why are you here in Yiling?"

Lan Wangji said: "Night hunting. Passing by."

Hearing that his tone was the same as usual, with no hint of disgust or incompatibility, Wei Wuxian suddenly felt relieved. Suddenly, Lan Wangji said slowly: "...This child?"

Wei WuXian's heart widened and he couldn't keep his mouth shut, so he said nonchalantly, "I gave birth to him."

Lan Wangji's eyebrows twitched, and Wei Wuxian laughed, "Of course it's a joke. I brought it out to play with someone else's house. What did you just do? Why did you make him cry?"

Lan Wangji said quietly: "I didn't do anything."

Wen Yuan hugged Wei Wuxian's legs, still twitching. Wei Wuxian understood. Although Lan Wangji's face is pretty, most children at such a young age can't tell the difference between beauty and ugliness. They can only tell that this person is not kind at all, and is cold and stern. It is inevitable that he will be frightened by this face of bitterness and hatred. Fear. Wei Wuxian lifted Wen Yuan up and down and teased her for a while, coaxing her a few words. Suddenly, he saw a salesman on the roadside looking at him with his teeth bared in amusement, so he pointed at the colorful things in his load and asked Said: "Ayuan, look here, does it look good?"

Wen Yuan's attention was attracted, she sniffed and said, "...it looks good."

Wei Wuxian asked again, "Does it smell good?"

Wen Yuan said: "Smells."

The salesman said quickly: "It looks good and smells good. Master, please buy one."

Wei Wuxian said, "Do you want it?"

Wen Yuan thought he wanted to buy it for herself, so she said shyly: "I think so."

Wei Wuxian took steps in the opposite direction and said, "Haha, let's go."

As if she had been hit hard, tears welled up in Wen Yuan's eyes again. Lan Wangji looked on with cold eyes. He couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Why don't you buy it for him."

Wei Wuxian asked curiously, "Why should I buy it for him?"

Lan Wangji said: "If you ask him if he wants it, don't you mean to buy it for him?"

Wei Wuxian said deliberately: "Asking means asking, buying means buying. Why will you definitely buy it if you ask?"

He asked back, and Lan Wangji was speechless. He stared at him for a while, then turned his attention to Wen Yuan. Wen Yuan was stared at by him and began to shiver again.

After a moment, Lan Wangji said to Wen Yuan, "Which one do you want?"

Before Wen Yuan came back to her senses, Lan Wangji pointed at the items in the salesman's basket and said, "Which one do you want in here?"

Wen Yuan looked at him in horror, not daring to express her anger.

After half a stick of incense, Wen Yuan finally stopped crying. He kept touching his pocket, which was bulging with a bunch of gadgets that Lan Wangji bought for him. Seeing that he finally stopped crying, Lan Wangji seemed to be relieved. Unexpectedly, Wen Yuan blushed, silently walked over and hugged his leg.

As soon as he lowered his head, there was something on his leg. Lan Wangji said: "..."

Wei Wuxian laughed wildly: "Hahahaha! Lan Zhan, congratulations, he likes you! He will hug the legs of anyone he likes, and he will never let go."

Lan Wangji took two steps. Sure enough, Wen Yuan clung to his leg firmly, with no intention of letting go, and she actually held him tightly. Wei Wuxian patted him on the shoulder and said, "I think you should stop going hunting at night. How about we go have a meal first?"

Lan Wangji raised his eyes to look at him and said calmly: "Eating?"

Wei WuXian said, "Yeah, don't be so cold when you're eating. Finally, you came to Yiling and you met me by chance. Let's catch up on old times. Come on, I'll treat you."

With Wei Wuxian half dragging and half pulling him, and Wen Yuan hanging on Lan Wangji's legs, he was dragged into a restaurant. Wei Wuxian sat down in the private room and said, "Let's order food."

Lan Wangji was pushed onto the mat by him, glanced at the menu, and said, "You order."

Wei Wuxian said, "I treat you to dinner, and of course you order it. You can order whatever you like, you're welcome." It happened that he didn't buy the poisonous potatoes with sprouts just now, so he had money to pay the bill. Lan Wangji was not a person who was used to making excuses, so he thought about it for a moment and then nodded. Wei Wuxian listened to him telling the names of several dishes in a calm manner, and smiled: "You can do it, Lan Zhan, I thought you Gusu people don't eat spicy food. You have quite a strong taste. Do you want to drink?" "

Lan Wangji shook his head, and Wei Wuxian said, "You are worthy of Hanguang-Jun to behave like this when you go out. Then I won't take your share."

Wen Yuan sat next to Lan Wangji's legs, arranging the small wooden knives, small wooden swords, clay figures, grass-woven butterflies and other trinkets in her pockets on the mat, and couldn't put it down, counting them. Wei Wuxian saw him clinging to Lan Wangji's side, making it difficult for Lan Wangji to even drink tea, so he whistled and said, "Ayuan, come here."

Wen Yuan looked at Wei Wuxian, who had just buried him in the soil as a radish seed the day before, and then at Lan Wangji, who had just bought him a lot of gadgets. He didn't move his buttocks, and wrote honestly on his face. Two big words: "Don't".

Wei WuXian said, "Come here. You are disturbing others by sitting there."

Lan Wangji said, "Nothing. Let him sit."

Wen Yuan happily hugged his legs again. This time it's the thighs. Wei Wuxian twirled his chopsticks in his hands and said with a smile, "If you have milk, you are your mother, and if you have money, you are your father. How can this not make sense."

Soon the food and wine were served, and the table was bustling with activity. There was also a bowl of sweet soup that Lan Wangji ordered for Wen Yuan alone. Wei Wuxian knocked on the bowl and called several times. Wen Yuan still lowered his head, holding two butterflies, mumbling, sometimes pretending to be the one on the left and shyly saying "I...I like you very much", and sometimes pretending to be the one on the right. The butterfly said happily, "I like you too!" One person pretended to be two butterflies and had a great time. After hearing this, Wei Wuxian laughed so hard that he leaned forward and said, "My mom, A-Yuan, who did you learn from when you were young? What do you like about me? Do you know what like means? Stop playing around. Come and eat. Your new dad ordered it for you, something good."

Wen Yuan then put the little butterfly into her pocket, picked up the bowl, took a small spoon, and sat next to Lan Wangji to scoop out the sweet soup. Wen Yuan was previously incarcerated in Qishan, and later moved to the mass graves. The food in both places was hard to describe, so this bowl of sweet soup was already a novel delicacy for him. He couldn't stop eating after two bites, but he still couldn't stop eating. Knowingly, he handed the bowl to Wei Wuxian and said as if he were offering a treasure: "...Brother Xian...Brother eat."

Wei Wuxian said with a satisfied look on his face: "Yeah, not bad, you still know how to honor me."

Lan Wangji said: "You can't speak after eating."

In order for Wen Yuan to understand, he said it again in plain language: "Don't talk while eating."

Wen Yuan nodded quickly, immersed herself in the soup, and stopped talking. Wei WuXian kept saying, "It's so unreasonable. It took him several times to listen to what I said, but he just acted on what you said as soon as he heard it. It's really unreasonable."

Lan Wangji said softly: "You can't say anything when you eat. So do you."

Wei Wuxian raised his head with a smile and drank a glass. He held the wine cup in his hand and said, "You really... haven't changed your appearance for so many years. Hey, Lan Zhan, this time you come to Yiling to hunt." What? I know this place well, why don't I show you the way?"

Lan Wangji said: "No need."

The family often has secret missions that are difficult to share with outsiders, so Wei Wuxian did not ask further questions, saying, "It's rare that I meet an acquaintance from before who doesn't avoid me. It's really suffocated me these past few months. What's going on outside recently?" No?"

Lan Wangji said: "What a big deal."

Wei WuXian said: "For example, a new family emerged somewhere, which family expanded the Immortal Mansion, which family formed an alliance, etc. Just chatting."

After he and Jiang Cheng broke up, he hadn't heard any new trends or news from the outside world for a long time. He only listened to random chatter in the small town.

Lan Wangji said: "Marriage."

Wei Wuxian asked, "Whose family is with whom?"

Lan Wangji said: "Lanling Jin Sect, Yunmeng Jiang Sect."

Wei Wuxian's hand playing with the wine cup froze.

He was stunned: "My teacher...Miss Jiang and Jin Zixuan?"

Lan Wangji nodded slightly, and Wei Wuxian asked, "When did it happen? When did the ceremony take place?!"

Lan Wangji said: "Three days later."

Wei Wuxian brought the wine glass to his lips with slightly trembling hands, but he didn't realize that it was empty. My heart suddenly felt empty, whether it was anger, shock, displeasure or helplessness.

Although he had expected this before leaving the Jiang family, when he suddenly heard the news, he felt so many thoughts and words stuck in his chest that he wished he could escape, but he had no way to vent them. Jiang Cheng couldn't think of a way to tell him such a big thing. If I hadn't met Lan Wangji by chance today, I'm afraid I would have found out even later!

But when I think about it again, what can I do if I tell him? On the surface, Jiang Cheng has told the world, and everyone now believes his words: Wei Wuxian defected from the family, and this person has nothing to do with the Yunmeng Jiang family from now on. Even if he knew it, he couldn't drink this wedding wine. Jiang Cheng was right not to tell him. If Jiang Cheng had told him, he might have done something impulsively.

After a long while, Wei Wuxian murmured: "This guy Jin Zixuan is cheap."

He poured another glass of wine and said, "Lan Zhan, what do you think of this marriage?"

Lan Wangji remained silent. Wei Wuxian said, "Oh, that's right. Why am I asking you? What do you think? You never think about this kind of thing."

He drank the glass of wine in one gulp and said: "I know that many people say behind my back that my senior sister is not worthy of Jin Zixuan, ha. In my eyes, it is Jin Zixuan who is not worthy of my senior sister. But... …"

But Jiang Yanli just likes Jin Zixuan.

Wei Wuxian placed the wine cup heavily on the table and said, "Lan Zhan! Do you know? My senior sister, she deserves to be the best in the world."

He slapped the table and said with a hint of arrogance on his brows: "We will make this great gift, in a hundred years, everyone will be amazed and full of praise when mentioning it. No one can compare with it. I want to see it With my senior sister's graceful ceremony."

Lan Wangji said: "Yeah."

Wei Wuxian sneered, "What are you talking about? I can't see it anymore."

At this time, Wen Yuan, who had finished eating the sweet soup, sat on the mat and started playing with grass-woven butterflies again. The long whiskers of the two butterflies were entangled together and could not be untangled for a long time. Seeing his anxious look, Lan Wangji picked up the butterfly from his hand, untied the four knotted butterfly whiskers twice, and returned it to him.

Seeing this, Wei Wuxian was distracted, forced a smile, and said, "Ayuan, don't rub your face against him. There is still sweet soup in the corner of your mouth. It will stain his clothes."

Lan Wangji took out a plain white handkerchief and wiped away the sweet soup from Wen Yuan's mouth expressionlessly. Wei Wuxian hissed, "Lan Zhan, that's great. I can't tell, but you're quite good at coaxing children. I think if you treat him better, he won't go back with me..."

Suddenly, Wei Wuxian's expression changed, and he took out a talisman from his chest. The talisman was already burning. After Wei Wuxian took it out, it turned into ashes within a moment. Lan Wangji's eyes narrowed, while Wei Wuxian suddenly stood up and said, "It's broken."

This talisman is the eye of a warning formation he set up on the mass grave. If the situation on the mass grave changes after he leaves, the formation is broken, or the blood becomes strong, the talisman will automatically burn to remind him that something is wrong. . Wei Wuxian tucked Wen Yuan under his arm and said, "Excuse me, Lan Zhan, I'm going back first!"

The things in Wen Yuan's pocket fell out and said: "Butterfly...Butterfly!" Wei Wuxian had already rushed out of the restaurant with him in his arms. Not long after, a white shadow flashed beside him, and Lan Wangji followed him, walking alongside him. Wei WuXian asked, "Lan Zhan? Why are you following me?"

Lan Wangji put the butterfly that Wen Yuan had dropped into his hand, and instead of answering directly, asked, "Why don't you wield a sword."

Wei WuXian said, "I forgot to bring it!"

Without saying a word, Lan Wangji stopped him at the waist, took Bichen with him, and rose into the air. Wen Yuan was too young and had never ridden a flying sword before. He should have been very scared, but because Bichen flying was so stable, he didn't feel the bumps at all. In addition, all the pedestrians in the town were attracted by this flying sword. The three people were so shocked that they looked up and watched. They felt novel and excited and shouted in joy. Wei Wuxian breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you so much!"

Lan Wangji said: "Where."

Wei Wuxian pointed the way: "This way!"