After summoning Wen Ning, Wei Wuxian's mind was slightly confused, and it was inevitable that he could not see and listen to all directions, and if Lan Wangji didn't want to be noticed by others, it would be easy for him to come, so he turned around and saw that under the moonlight. Zhang Yue's face was as cold as ice, his heartbeat suddenly stopped, and he was a little surprised.
He didn't know how long Lan Wangji had been here, or whether he had listened to what he did and said. If he wasn't drunk in the first place and followed him all the way, the scene would be even more embarrassing. She didn't mention Wen Ning in front of her face, and she came out to summon him as soon as she fell asleep.
Lan Wangji held his hand, Bichenjian leaned in his arms, his expression extremely cold. Wei Wuxian had never seen him put his displeased expression so clearly before, and felt that he had to give an explanation first to ease the atmosphere, and said, "Cough, Hanguang-Jun."
Lan Wangji should not.
Wei Wuxian stood in front of Wen Ning, staring at Lan Wangji face to face, rubbing his chin, for some reason, he felt a strong sense of guilt.
Finally, Lan WangJi put down the hand holding Bichen and took two steps forward. Wei Wuxian saw that he was going straight towards Wen Ning with his sword, thinking that he was going to kill Wen Ning, his thoughts turned sharply: "It's bad. Did Lan Zhan really pretend to be drunk, just to wait for me to come out and summon Wen Ning to kill him again. He beheaded. Also, no one would really throw a bowl down."
He said, "Hanguang-Jun, listen to me..."
With a "pop", Lan Wangji slapped Wen Ning.
Although this palm sounds very loud, it has no actual lethality. Wen Ning took a bite, but staggered back several steps, swayed, stabilized his body, and continued to stand, his face blank.
In Wen Ning's state, although he was not as irritable and irritable as he used to be when he went mad, his temper wasn't much better either. Dafanshan was besieged that night, and he didn't even stab him with his sword. If Wei Wuxian didn't stop him, he would definitely strangle everyone present. But now Lan Wangji slapped him, but he still lowered his head, as if he didn't dare to resist. Wei Wuxian felt a little strange, but he was even more relieved. If Wen Ning fought back, it would be even more difficult for them to fight.
At this time, Lan Wangji seemed to think that this palm was not enough to express his anger, so he pushed Wen Ning again, pushing him a few feet away.
He said to Wen Ning angrily, "Go away."
Wei Wuxian finally noticed something was wrong.
Lan WangJi's two palms, whether in action or in words, are very... naive.
Pushing Wen Ning out a sufficient distance, Lan Wangji seemed finally satisfied, turned around, walked back, and stood beside Wei Wuxian.
Wei Wuxian stared at him carefully.
There was nothing unusual about Lan Wangji's face and expression. Even more serious than usual, more serious, more impeccable. Wipe the forehead and wear it very positively, the face is not red, the breath is not breathed, the walking is windy, and the soles of the feet are steady. It seemed that he was still the stern, calm and self-contained Xianmen celebrity, Hanguang-Jun.
But when he lowered his head, he found that Lan Wangji's boots were worn upside down.
Before he came out, he helped Lan Wangji take off his boots and threw them by the bed. But now, Lan WangJi's left boot went to his right foot, and his right boot went to his left.
Hanguang-jun, who was born in a famous family and was extremely polite and etiquette, would never go out to meet people dressed like this.
Wei WuXian asked tentatively, "HanGuang-Jun, what's this?"
He compared a two. Lan WangJi didn't answer, he stretched out his hands solemnly, one left and one right, and took his two fingers seriously.
"Crack," Bichen Sword was dropped to the ground by its owner.
Wei Wuxian: "..."
This is definitely not a normal Lan Zhan!
Wei WuXian said, "HanGuang-Jun, are you drunk?"
Lan Wangji said, "No."
Drunk people don't admit that they are drunk. Wei Wuxian withdrew his fingers, and Lan Wangji still maintained the posture of holding his fingers, clenching his two fists intently. Wei Wuxian looked at him wordlessly, looking up at the moon in the cold night wind.
Everyone sleeps when they are drunk, but Lan Wangji sleeps and then gets drunk. And after he was drunk, he looked no different from usual, so that it was difficult to judge.
In the past, Wei Wuxian had countless drinking friends, and he had seen all kinds of strange and ugly appearances when people were drunk. Some are crying, some are giggling, some are mad, some are standing in the street, some are begging for death, some are crying "Why don't you want me anymore", this is the first time I have seen Lan Wangji be like this. No noise, straight looks, but extremely strange behavior.
He twitched the corners of his mouth, holding back his smile, picked up Bichen who had been thrown on the ground, put his back on him, and said, "Okay, come back with me."
You can't let Lan Wangji run around outside like this, God knows what else he will do.
Fortunately, after Lan WangJi was drunk, he seemed to be very good at talking. If someone passes by this place, they will definitely believe that this is two close friends wandering around in the night, and praise such an elegant move.
Behind him, Wen Ning followed silently. Wei Wuxian was about to speak to him when Lan Wangji turned around abruptly and slapped him angrily. This time, Wen Ning's head was photographed.
Wen Ning's head was patted and lowered even lower. The muscles on his face were obviously stiff, and there was no expression. His eyes were white, and he didn't care what his eyes looked like, but it made one look very aggrieved. Wei Wuxian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, grabbing Lan Wangji's arm, "Why are you beating him!"
Lan Wangji said to Wen Ning in a threatening tone that he would never use when he was awake, "Go away!"
Wei WuXian knew that he couldn't go against a drunk person, so he said hurriedly, "It's fine, it's up to you, just walk away." Then he pulled out his bamboo flute. But before he brought the flute to his lips, Lan Wangji grabbed it again and said, "Don't blow it to him."
Wei WuXian teased, "Why are you so domineering?"
Lan WangJi repeated unhappily, "Don't blow it to him!"
Wei Wuxian found out. Drunk people often have a lot to say, but Lan Wangji doesn't usually like to talk, so after he drinks too much, he will keep repeating the same sentence. He thought to himself that Lan Wangji wasn't used to sorcery, maybe he didn't like him using his flute to control Wen Ning, so he had to touch his hair and said, "Okay. I'll just play it for you, okay? what."
Lan Wangji let out a satisfied "Yeah", but he was playing with the flute in his hand and didn't return it to him.
Wei Wuxian had no choice but to blow his whistle twice, and said to Wen Ning, "It's better to hide it, so that no one will find out."
Wen Ning seemed to want to follow, but after receiving the order, he was afraid of being slapped a few more times by Lan Wangji, so he turned around slowly, dragged his head, and walked away in a rather dejected manner.
Wei WuXian said to Lan WangJi, "Lan Zhan, why don't you blush when you're drunk."
Because Lan Wangji looked too normal, even more normal than Wei Wuxian, so he couldn't help but talk to him in a normal tone. Who knows, when Lan Wangji heard this, he suddenly stretched out his hand, wrapped his arms around his shoulder, and pulled him into his arms.
Unpredictable, Wei Wuxian was dragged and slammed into his chest.
While dizzy, Lan Wangji's voice came from above: "Listen to your heartbeat."
"what?"
Lan Wangji said, "I can't see my face, just listen to my heartbeat."
When he spoke, his chest vibrated with the bass, and a heart was beating continuously and powerfully, thump, thump, a little too fast. Wei Wuxian raised his head and understood, "You can't tell by looking at your face, you have to listen to your heartbeat to tell?"
Lan Wangji said honestly, "En."
Wei Wuxian laughed.
Could it be that Lan Wangji's face is so thick that he can't show his blush? It doesn't look like it!
After being drunk, Lan Wangji is so honest, and his behavior and words are more unrestrained than usual!
It is rare to see such an honest and frank Lan Wangji, teaching Wei Wuxian to treat each other with courtesy and not to be a little bit bad, how is that possible
He drove Lan Wangji back to the inn. When he entered the room, he pressed him onto the bed and took off his boots that were worn upside down. Considering that he probably wouldn't be able to wipe his face by himself now, he removed Lan Wangji's forehead wipe, brought in a basin of hot water and a cloth towel, wrung it dry, folded it into a square towel, and wiped it gently on his face.
During this process, Lan WangJi did not resist at all, just let him round and flatten. Except that when the cloth wiped near the eyes, he would narrow his eyes and keep staring at him without blinking his eyelids. Wei WuXian had all kinds of bad ideas in his stomach. Seeing his clear eyes, he couldn't help scratching Lan WangJi's chin and said with a smile, "What are you looking at me for? Does it look good?"
Just finished wiping, before Lan WangJi could answer, Wei WuXian threw the cloth into the basin and said, "After washing your face, do you want to drink some water first?"
There was no movement behind him, he looked back, Lan Wangji was holding the water basin and buried his face in it.
Wei Wuxian turned pale in shock, and hurriedly grabbed it back and moved the water basin away, "I didn't want you to drink the water in it!"
Lan WangJi raised his head indifferently, drops of transparent water fell from his chin and wet his front. Wei Wuxian looked at him, feeling a lot in his heart, and he couldn't put it into words: "...Did he drink or not? Lan Zhan better not remember anything after sobering up, otherwise he will be shameless in this life."
Wei Wuxian wiped the water droplets from his lower jaw with his sleeves, wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and said, "Hanguang-Jun, do you do whatever I say now?"
Lan Wangji said, "En."
Wei Wuxian: "What do you answer when I ask?"
Lan Wangji: "Hmm."
Wei WuXian pressed one knee onto the bed, raised the corner of his mouth, and said, "That's good. Let me ask you, have you—did you secretly drink the Tianzixiao hidden in your house?"
Lan Wangji: "No."
Wei Wuxian: "Do you like rabbits?"
Lan Wangji: "Hi."
Wei Wuxian: "Have you ever committed a ban?"
Lan Wangji: "Yes."
Wei Wuxian: "Have you ever liked anyone?"
Lan Wangji: "Yes."
Wei Wuxian's questions were all stopped, not really taking advantage of the opportunity to hide Lan Wangji's privacy, but just to confirm whether he really had any questions to answer. He continued to ask, "How is Jiang Cheng?"
Frowning: "Huh."
Wei Wuxian: "How about Wen Ning?"
Coldly: "Huh."
Wei Wuxian pointed to himself with a smile, "How about this?"
Lan Wangji: "Mine."
"… "
Lan WangJi stared at him, saying every word, "Mine."
Wei Wuxian suddenly understood.
He took off Bichen and said to himself, "I pointed at myself just now. Lan Zhan understood the 'this' I said as Bichen on my back."
Thinking of this, he got out of bed, took Bichen and walked from left to right in the room, from east to west. Sure enough, wherever he went, Lan Wangji's eyes followed him closely. Candid, candid, candid, naked.
Wei Wuxian was forced to be untenable by his almost fiery eyes, and held Bichen in front of Lan Wangji: "Do you want it?"
Lan Wangji said, "I want it."
Seemingly feeling that this was not enough to prove his desire, Lan Wangji grabbed the hand he was holding Bichen, looked straight at him with light-colored eyes, took a deep breath, and repeated forcefully, "…I want to ."
Wei Wuxian knew that he was completely drunk and that he didn't say this to himself, but he still felt his arms go weak and his legs go weak after being hit by these two words.
He thought to himself: "Lan Zhan is really... If he is so sincere and enthusiastic towards a girl, what a terrible man he must be!"
After calming down, Wei WuXian said, "How did you recognize me? Why did you help me?"
Lan Wangji opened his lips slightly, and Wei Wuxian leaned closer to hear his answer. Who knows, Lan Wangji suddenly turned his face, raised his hand and pushed Wei Wuxian onto the bed.
The candle flame was extinguished with a flick, and Bichen was thrown to the ground by the master again.
Wei Wuxian was pushed to the point of staring at the stars, thinking he was sober, and said, "Lan Zhan?!"
A familiar place on the back of his waist was patted, and he felt sore and numb as he did on the first night in Yunshen, and he couldn't move. Lan Wangji retracted his hand, lay down beside him, covered the two of them with a quilt, carefully tucked Wei Wuxian's quilt into place, and said, "It's time for Hai. Rest."
It turned out that the terrible routine of the Lan family was at work.
Wei Wuxian was interrupted by the cross-examination, looked at the top of the bed, and said, "Can't we chat while resting?"
Lan Wangji said, "I can't."
... Anyway, there is always a chance to get Lan Wangji drunk again, and sooner or later, he will ask.
Wei WuXian said, "Lan Zhan, release me. I booked two rooms, we don't have to squeeze a bed."
After a moment of stillness, Lan WangJi's hand stretched out, groping for a while under the quilt, and slowly began to untie his belt. Wei Wuxian shouted, "Okay! Alright! Not this solution!!! Mmmm!!! Alright! I'm lying down, I'm sleeping!!!"
In the darkness, there was dead silence.
After being silent for a while, Wei WuXian said again, "I finally know why your family banned alcohol. One bowl is poured, and the wine is poor. If the Lan family is drunk like you, it should be banned. Whoever drinks is beaten."
Lan Wangji closed his eyes and raised his hand to cover his mouth.
He said, "Shh."
Wei Wuxian was stuck between his chest and his lips and teeth, unable to lift it up or hold it down.
It seems that since he came back, every time he wants to tease Lan WangJi like he used to, he ends up doing it on his own.
Shouldn't it be? ! What went wrong? !