That being said, the two of them didn't immediately find a chance to "try" that night. Because, Lan Wangji first had to go to see Lan XiChen, who had been in seclusion for a long time, and have a long talk.
Wei Wuxian has a strange habit recently, he likes to sleep on top of Lan Wangji, no matter whether he is lying down or pressing face-to-face, in short, if there is no such big living person to cushion him, he will not be able to sleep. He rummaged through boxes and cabinets in the quiet room in every possible way, but it made him dig out a lot of things.
Lan Wangji has always done things properly and rigidly since he was a child. The characters he has practiced, the paintings he has drawn, and the articles he has written are all neatly grouped and sorted by year. Wei Wuxian starts from his copybooks when he was young. Turning and laughing with relish, seeing Lan Qiren's red pen comments gave him a toothache. However, after flipping through thousands of sheets in a row, only one piece of paper was found with a typo. Then, Lan Wangji copied the typo one hundred times with another piece of paper at the back. Xian was stunned: "This is pitiful, I'm afraid I don't even recognize the word when I copy it."
He has to continue to look at these faintly yellowed old papers, and there are faint lights in the dark night outside the quiet room.
He didn't hear footsteps, but Wei Wuxian slammed onto Lan Wangji's couch with a single roll, pulling the quilt from his feet to his head. When Lan WangJi gently pushed open the door and entered, what he saw was an illusion that the people in the room were sleeping peacefully.
Lan Wangji's movements were originally silent, but when he saw that he had "fallen asleep", he restrained his breath and slowly closed the door of the quiet room. After a moment of silence, he walked towards the couch.
Before he could get close, he was covered by a quilt that was thrown over his head and covered his entire upper body.
Lan Wangji: "… "
Wei WuXian jumped down, hugged Lan WangJi, whose head and face were covered, and pushed him onto the couch, "Rape!"
Lan Wangji: "… "
Wei WuXian rudely rubbed his hands around him, but Lan WangJi lay still quietly, like a dead man, letting him mess around. Wei WuXian lost interest for a while, and said, "HanGuang-Jun, why don't you resist? You are so motionless, what's the point of me raping you?"
Lan Wangji's muffled voice came from under the quilt, "What do you want from me?"
Wei Wuxian persevered and persuaded: "If I hold you down, push me, don't let me press down, squeeze your legs together and struggle hard, and at the same time scream for help..."
Lan Wangji: "Yunshen doesn't know where to stop making noise."
Wei Wuxian: "Then you can cry for help in a low voice. Also, if I tear your clothes, you should try your best to resist and try your best to protect your chest so that I won't tear it."
There was silence in the quilt.
After a while, Lan Wangji said, "It sounds difficult."
Wei Wuxian: "Is it difficult?!"
Lan Wangji: "Hmm."
Wei WuXian said, "There's no other way, or we'd better change, come and use force on me..."
Before he finished speaking, the world was spinning, the quilt flew away, and Lan Wangji had already pushed him back on the couch.
Because Wei Wuxian had just held him under the quilt for a while, his hairband and forehead, which had always been meticulously tied, were crooked a little, and the blue silk was slightly scattered and hung down a few strands. The pale red light halo, under the light, looks like a shy and timid beauty. It's a pity that this beauty's hands are too strong, like a steel hoop, and Wei WuXian begged for mercy, "HanGuang-Jun, HanGuang-Jun, there are a lot of adults."
Lan Wangji didn't move his eyes, but the two hot and bright lights in his eyes were trembling faintly, and he said indifferently, "Okay."
Wei WuXian said, "What is it? Stand upside down? Use force? Hey! My clothes."
Lan Wangji said, "It's all what you said."
After saying that, he embedded his body between Wei Wuxian's legs and pressed it for a while. Wei Wuxian waited for a long time without moving, and said, "What's wrong!"
Lan WangJi stood up slightly and said, "Why don't you resist?"
Wei Wuxian clamped his waist between his legs, preventing him from leaving, giggling, "Hey, there's no way. As soon as you pressed me over, my legs couldn't help but open themselves, and couldn't close at all. How can I still have the strength to resist. It's hard for you to be hard on me... Stop it, come on, I'll show you something first." He took out a piece of paper from his arms and said, "Lan Zhan, let me ask you a question. , how can you spell such a simple word wrong, don't you worry about studying? What are you thinking about all day long?"
Lan Wangji glanced at the piece of paper without saying a word, but the meaning in his eyes couldn't be more obvious: Wei Wuxian, a master of mistakes and omissions like Wei Wuxian, who copied books with madness and did not know how to cut corners, also had the nerve to accuse him of writing a wrong word. .
Wei WuXian pretended not to understand his gaze, and continued, "Look at the year, month, and date of your signature, I'll calculate... At this time, you're fifteen or sixteen years old, right? To make such a mistake at fifteen or sixteen years old, you… "
But he thought about the date written on the inscription again, and it happened to coincide with the three months he studied in Yunshen.
Wei WuXian was instantly overwhelmed with joy, and deliberately said, "Could it be that the second brother Lan didn't need to read and write at a young age, just thinking about me?"
Back then, Wei Wuxian was punished for copying in the Book Collection Pavilion, rolling around opposite Lan Wangji all day long, pretending to be dead, and harassing him in every way. "Think". Under such circumstances, Lan WangJi was able to stubbornly carry it all the time, doing his own thing while supervising, and only wrote one wrong word, which is really admirable.
Wei WuXian said, "Hey, why is it my fault again, and it's my fault again."
"..." Lan Wangji muttered: "It's your fault!"
His breath was a mess, and he was going to grab that piece of paper that was a stain on his life. Wei Wuxian liked to see how he was forced to this point, and immediately shoved the paper into the depths of his clothes, saying, "If you have the ability, you can take it."
Lan WangJi put his hand in without hesitation. And don't take it out.
Wei Wuxian: "You are too capable!"
The two had been arguing in the middle of the night, and in the latter half of the night, it was difficult to say a few words in a serious manner.
Wei WuXian was still pressing on Lan WangJi, his face buried in his neck, he only felt that the sandalwood smell on Lan WangJi was getting more and more fragrant, he was all lazy, squinted and said, "Your brother. well enough?"
Lan Wangji wrapped his arms around his naked back, rubbing his hands up and down, silent for a while, and said, "Not very good."
Both of them were sweating profusely, Wei Wuxian twisted uncomfortably as he touched it from the flesh to the bottom of his heart.
Lan WangJi whispered, "In the three years I was in retreat, my brother came to talk to me."
Now it's the other way around.
What was Lan Wangji doing during the three years of seclusion, Wei Wuxian no longer had to ask.
He kissed Lan Wangji's jade-white earlobe, pulled up the quilt beside him, and covered the two of them.
The next morning, Lan Wangji got up on time at Mao Shi.
In the past few months that he and Wei Wuxian have been living together, he has been trying to correct Wei Wuxian's routine, but it has always been in vain. After the disciples brought warm water for bathing, Lan Wangji, who had already been neatly dressed, peeled Wei Wuxian out of the thin quilt and carried him into a bucket. Wei Wuxian was still able to continue to sleep while soaking in the water. Lan WangJi pushed him lightly, and he grabbed Lan WangJi's hand, kissed the back of his palm a few times, rubbed it against his face, and continued to sleep. He was really annoyed by being pushed, so he snorted twice, closed his eyes and pulled Lan Wangji down, held his cheek and kissed him a few more times, and said vaguely, "Good, good, stop making trouble. Please, please, I'll be up in a while. Hmm."
Then a yawn, lying on the edge of the tub to continue to sleep.
Even though he knew that even if the house was on fire, Wei Wuxian would probably just switch places and continue to sleep, but Lan Wangji insisted on calling him every morning from Mao Shi, and then he was pecked at sixty times without changing his face. repeatedly.
He took the breakfast back to the quiet room and placed it on the desk where only pen, ink, paper and inkstone were placed in the past. Then, Wei Wuxian, who was still sleeping, was taken out of the wooden bucket and wiped clean. He put on his clothes and fastened his belt. Just took a book out of the bookcase and sat at the desk slowly flipping through it.
Sure enough, when Shi Shi's tail arrived, Wei Wuxian sat up straight from the couch on time, and he got out of the bed as if he was sleepwalking. Squeeze his thighs. Only after quickly washing up did he wake up a bit and touch the desk. Wei Wuxian rubbed a few bites and finished biting an apple. Seeing that the food in the lunch box was full, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said, "Isn't there a banquet at your house today, so it's okay to eat so much first?"
Lan Wangji calmly tidied up the hairband and forehead that Wei Wuxian had messed up just now, and said, "First eat."
Wei Wuxian had experienced the food that Yunshen didn’t know where to go. The clear soup had little water, and the vegetarian dishes were the hegemony. They were all green and green, the bark, grass and roots of various medicinal materials, and every dish exuded a strange bitter taste. If it weren't for this, Wei Wuxian wouldn't have made the idea of roasting those two rabbits to eat. Most of their family banquets are not full or bad.
Wei WuXian knew that the Gusu Lan Clan attached great importance to certain things, and whether or not he was allowed to attend the family banquet was basically the same as accepting his status as a Taoist companion. Lan Wangji and Lan Qiren must have worked hard for a long time to win Upon reaching his qualifications, he breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Don't worry. I will perform well, and I will not embarrass you."
It was said to be a family banquet, but the family banquet that Yun Shen did not know was completely different from Wei Wuxian's previous understanding of family banquets.
Yunmeng Jiang's family banquet was a dozen large square tables on the open-air school grounds in Lianhuawu, where men, women, young and old sat together, calling and shouting during the banquet. The kitchen was also moved outside, and a row of pots and stoves were burning brightly and fragrantly. Although he has never been to the family banquet of the Lanling Jin family, their family has never been shy to spread the most luxurious details in it. What famous sword dancers add to the fun, coral trees and jade brewing ponds, and red brocades spread over hundreds of miles. .
In contrast, Yunshen's family banquet is neither lively nor gorgeous.
Gusu Lan's family education has always been terrifyingly strict, not saying a word when eating or sleeping. Except for those who have just entered the hall who will greet the seniors in a low voice, almost no one speaks, let alone laughs. The same white clothes, the same cirrus pattern on the white forehead, the same awe-inspiring expression, as if they were all carved out of the same mold.
Looking at the whole hall of "wearing filial piety", Wei Wuxian pretended not to notice others or looked surprised or unfriendly, and slandered, "Is this called a family banquet, how can it be more dead than a funeral."
At this moment, Lan Xichen and Lan Qiren entered the banquet hall. Lan Wangji, who was sitting quietly beside Wei Wuxian, moved.
Lan Qiren was about to fall ill when he saw Wei Wuxian, so he simply chose not to look at him and looked straight ahead. Lan XiChen remained genial, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, which made people feel like a spring breeze. However, whether it was because of the retreat, Wei Wuxian felt that Zewu-Jun seemed to have lost a lot of weight.
After the head of the family was seated, Lan XiChen simply said a few polite words and started the banquet.
First up is a soup.
It is the custom of the Gusu Lan family to use soup before meals. The shape is a simple black pottery round cup, the palm can be held, and the hand feels smooth. When I opened the small pottery cover, it turned out to be a pile of green and yellow leaves, bark and grass roots.
Just looking at it, Wei Wuxian's brows trembled twice. After scooping a spoonful into his mouth, Rao was already mentally prepared, and he couldn't help but close his eyes and support his forehead.
After a while, he recovered from the trance that suffered a huge blow to his sense of taste. He barely supported his body with his elbows, and said to himself, "...If the ancestor of the Lan family was a monk, he must be an ascetic."
Wei WuXian couldn't help but miss the cauldron filled with lotus root and pork ribs soup on the school grounds when Lianhuawu held a family banquet. , saliva splattered straight down. In contrast, at this moment, I don't know if I should sympathize more with myself, who is full of bitterness, or sympathize with Lan Wangji, who grew up eating and eating.
But the other Lan family members in the hall drank the cup of medicinal soup without changing their faces, and their movements and expressions were still very elegant and natural, calm, and Wei Wuxian was embarrassed to leave most of the cup alone. Moreover, the Lan family's three thousand, no, it is now four thousand family rules. He remembered that there are also requirements for eating etiquette, such as not being picky about food and leaving leftovers, and not eating more than three bowls. Although he thought this kind of family rule was simply unbelievable, he still didn't want to be spurned by Lan Qiren so soon.
Who knows, he was about to bite the bullet and suffocate this strange medicinal soup, but suddenly found that the soup cup in front of him was empty.
Wei Wuxian: "???"
He couldn't help but pick up the delicate black pottery cup and said to himself, "I only took a sip? Is there a hole in the bottom?"
But the food table was clearly clean and bright, and there was no soup.
Wei Wuxian looked sideways, just as Lan Wangji had finished the last sip of the medicinal soup as if nothing had happened, closed the pottery lid, and was wiping the corners of his lips with a snow-white towel while his eyes were down.
But Wei WuXian clearly remembered that Lan WangJi's cup was definitely finished long ago.
He also found that Lan Wangji's food table seemed to be much closer to him than before the banquet, as if it had been moved quietly.
Wei Wuxian: "..."
He raised his eyebrows and mouthed to Lan Wangji: "Hanguang-Jun, your hands are very fast
Lan WangJi put down his towel, glanced at him, and returned his gaze calmly.