Lan WangJi accepted his exaggerated compliments, pulled Wei WuXian's sleeves open, and poured all the stolen dates in, while saying, "Here you are. All for you."
Wei Wuxian said cooperatively, "Thank you."
However, Lan WangJi suddenly withdrew his hand. With a wave of his sleeves, a bunch of dates fell out, rolling all over the floor. Wei Wuxian hurriedly bent over to pick it up, but he couldn't find a few. Lan Wangji said, "No."
He also snatched the hen under Wei Wuxian's left arm, and held one in each hand. Wei Wuxian pulled the tail of the streamer that wiped his forehead, dragged him back, and said, "It was fine just now, why are you angry again?"
Lan Wangji glanced at him and said, "Don't drag."
It sounded that his tone was not very happy, and there was a bit of warning. Wei Wuxian let go of his hand involuntarily. Lan Wangji lowered his head and moved the two stunned hens to his left hand, only then freed up his right hand to straighten his forehead and hair. Wei Wuxian thought to himself, "He wouldn't stop me from playing with his forehead in the past. I'm really angry today?"
He felt it was necessary to make amends, pointed at the hen, and said, "Forget the dates, give me this. Didn't you tell me that?"
Lan Wangji raised his eyes and looked at him with a scrutiny. Wei Wuxian said sincerely, "Please, I really want it, give it to me."
Hearing the sound, Lan Wangji lowered his eyes. After a while, the original hen was handed back to him. Wei Wuxian took it, took out a jujube and wiped it on the clothes on his chest, biting off half of it, thinking that since Lan Zhan wants to play, he should play with him, "Next, What are you doing?"
The two walked to a wall, Lan WangJi looked left and right, made sure there was no one around, and pulled Bichen out of his waist. A few dazzling blue light flashed on the ground, leaving a line of large characters on the wall. Wei Wuxian leaned over to take a look, but he wrote seven big characters: "Lan Wangji is here for a visit."
"… "
Lan Wangji pulled away from the dust and watched his masterpiece. Even though he was drunk, his handwriting was still in extremely strict script. He seemed satisfied, nodded, concentrated for a moment, and raised his hand again. This time, it is not writing, but drawing. A few sword beams crossed, and two portraits of little people kissing appeared on the wall. The strictness of the brushwork and the filth of the content made Wei Wuxian slap him on the forehead.
Stealing things everywhere, doing damage, scribbling... Now he is sure: Lan Wangji is really repeating what he said. There is absolutely no mistake, even the graffiti content is similar!
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "But these are things I only did when I was twelve or thirteen years old!"
Lan Wangji became more and more energetic as he painted, and it was not enough to finish painting one wall, so he had to continue painting on the other side. Seeing that the content of his paintings became more and more bizarre, Wei Wuxian felt distressed for Bichen, and thought to himself, "At this moment, I have to erase the name that Lan Wangji wrote on the wall, but I can't let others know who it is. Dry. No, no, let's paint the whole wall."
It took a lot of effort for Wei Wuxian to pull Lan Wangji back to the inn. He threw both hens to the proprietress, saying they had picked them up on the road, went upstairs, closed the door, and turned around. Just now, he was outside, and the night was so dim that he couldn't take a closer look, but when he got inside, he looked at the lights and saw that Lan Wangji's clothes, face, and hair were all covered with chicken feathers, broken leaves, and powdery white wall ash. Really lost the instrument. Wei Wuxian slapped him and said with a smile, "So dirty!"
Lan Wangji said, "Wash your face."
When he was drunk for the first time, Wei Wuxian washed his face, Lan Wangji seemed to like it very much, and sure enough he asked for it again this time. Wei Wuxian originally wanted to give him a bath, but his whole person was so tormented that washing his face was never enough, so he said, "How about a bath for you?"
Hearing this, Lan Wangji opened his eyes slightly. Wei Wuxian looked at his expression carefully and said, "Would you like it?"
Lan WangJi nodded immediately, "Okay."
Wei WuXian thought, "Lan Zhan really likes cleanliness. I'll help him pour some bath water, and let him do the rest."
The staff at the inn were all women, so Wei Wuxian naturally wouldn't let them do too much troublesome coolies. So he instructed Lan WangJi to sit down in the room, went downstairs to boil water, and brought up buckets of water. Filled the tub, tested the water temperature, turned around and was about to ask Lan Wangji to take off his clothes, but when he turned around, he saw that Lan Wangji had consciously taken off his clothes.
Although the two of them met naked in a cold spring where Yunshen didn't know where to go when they were young, they were both young people with no distractions at that time. When he bumped into Lan Wangji taking a shower, he had no other thoughts at all. In addition, most of Lan Wangji's body was also buried in the water twice. Therefore, at this moment, he suddenly saw a frank and honest Hanguang-Jun... I have to say, Wei Wuxian was greatly impacted, and all of a sudden , he didn't know whether it was better to follow his heart and watch it unscrupulously, or to cover up something for Lan Wangji and pretend to be a gentleman. But while he was retreating, Lan Wangji kept advancing. Wei Wuxian had already retreated to the corner of the wall, there was no way to avoid it, so he could only bite the bullet and watch Lan Wangji get closer and closer with a blank expression. The clear Adam's apple, fair skin, and smooth and graceful muscle lines swayed in front of his eyes, so that he dared not look directly, his eyes slightly dodged, and he swallowed unconsciously, feeling his mouth dry.
Wei Wuxian gritted his teeth and was about to speak, but Lan Wangji suddenly shot and tore off his belt.
His face was still serious, but his movements were rude. Wei Wuxian didn't expect that he would suddenly do this, so he was taken aback and said hastily, "Stop it! I don't wash it! I don't wash it! Come on."
Lan Wangji frowned, Wei WuXian said, "You wash first, I like, er, a big tub. It's a little hard for two people to squeeze in this tub."
Lan Wangji glanced at the tub indifferently, and confirmed that it was indeed not big enough, so he reluctantly gave up, slowly touched the tub, slowly sank in, and soaked himself in the hot water.
Wei Wuxian breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Then you can soak it slowly, I'll go out first." After speaking, he was about to go out to get some cool air, but when he heard a squeak, he looked back and said, "Why are you doing this again? Out!"
Lan WangJi said with a cold face, "No more washing."
Wei WuXian said, "Why? How dirty is it if you don't wash it?"
Lan Wangji was sullen and didn't say why. He walked to the screen to put on and take off his clothes, Wei Wuxian hurriedly turned back, roughly guessed why, and said, "Do you want me to wash it for you?"
Lan Wangji lowered his eyes, neither admitting nor denying.
Seeing him like this, Wei Wuxian's heart softened inexplicably, thinking, "At most I'll wipe him a few times. I'll do nothing else."
So he dragged Lan Wangji towards the tub and said, "Okay, I'll wash it for you, come here."
Lan WangJi was dragged back by him and immersed in the water again. Wei Wuxian also rolled up his sleeves and walked to the wooden barrel.
Lan Wangji's skin was fair, his long hair was black and bright, and he floated softly on the water. The water vapor lingered in the transpiration, and in a trance, he was a handsome immortal who was like ice and snow in Yaotai Immortal Pond. Wei Wuxian felt a pity to see it, and felt that he should get some flower petals for Lan Wangji to float on the water, the scenery would be even better. He scooped up the wooden spoon in the tub, and poured a thin stream of water onto Lan Wang's head. Because Lan Wangji had been staring at Wei Wuxian unblinkingly, Wei Wuxian was worried that the water would get into his eyes and make him uncomfortable, so he said, "Close your eyes."
Lan Wangji ignored him and stared at him tightly, as if afraid of a blink of an eye, Wei Wuxian ran away. Wei Wuxian reached out to close his eyes, he buried the lower half of his face in the water, and spit out a bunch of bubbles. Wei WuXian laughed and pinched his cheek lightly, "Second brother, how old are you?"
He picked up the acacia box and towel next to him, and wiped it down Lan Wangji's face.
Just now, Lan WangJi took off his forehead and headband, and his black hair fell down to cover his upper body. But now, he helped Lan Wangji put the wet black hair behind his shoulders and wiped it to his chest. The more than 30 whip marks and the brand on his chest were clearly revealed.
Wei Wuxian took the cloth towel and turned to his back.
The whip marks spread from Lan Wangji's back to his chest, shoulders, arms, and crawled on a large area of fair and clean skin. These scars, shallow or deep, which can be called ferocious, destroyed the man's body that could be called perfect.
After watching in silence for a while, Wei Wuxian dipped the cloth in his hand with water and wiped away the marks left by the whip. He struck extremely gently, as if he couldn't bear to hurt Lan Wangji. However, these are old and old injuries, and the most painful time has long passed. Moreover, even if they were all fresh wounds, with Lan Wangji's character, no matter how painful it was, he would definitely endure the pain without making any sound or showing any sign of weakness.
Wei Wuxian really wanted to ask him what these scars were all about. In the Gusu Lan Clan, only Lan Xichen and Lan Qiren were qualified to punish Lan Wangji with the whiplash. What kind of thing did he do to make his closest brother, or the uncle who brought him up with one hand and who has always been proud of him, gave such a ruthless hand.
There was also the Qishan Wen Sect's brand that he had no impression of.
However, when the words came to his mouth, he still kept silent. Lan Wangji didn't want to say such a thing, so he wouldn't ask. Moreover, although Lan Wangji will lose his memory when he wakes up, but when he rushes to drink in front of Wei Wuxian, he is saying that he trusts him. If he takes advantage of the robbery to reveal the privacy and secrets that Lan Wangji does not want to be known to outsiders, how can he be? Isn't it great
Getting people drunk took most of the night, grinding and grinding, but Wei Wuxian didn't ask anything. It's not that he forgot, he was always thinking about giving Lan Wangji a drink. He wanted to ask him, "Hanguang-Jun, what do you think of me?" But every time it came to oral, he would find all kinds of reasons in his heart to be vague. What is not in a hurry, play with him before asking; what can't be so casual, just sit down and ask... But the many excuses have been delayed until now, the real reason is probably because he is timid.
He was afraid of hearing a different answer than he expected.
Lan Wangji's arms were originally on the edge of the tub, but he suddenly turned around. Only then did Wei WuXian realize that he started wandering around the world while washing, and without changing places for a long time, he washed the snow-white skin on Lan WangJi's back red, as if he had been beaten, and hurriedly stopped, saying: "Sorry, I lost my mind, does it hurt?"
Wei Wuxian rubbed his back so hot, Lan Wangji didn't say anything, just shook his head. Seeing how quiet and obedient he was sitting in the tub, Wei Wuxian felt pitiful, hooked his fingers, and tried to scratch his chin again. But when the hand was half stretched, Lan Wangji suddenly grabbed his wrist.