Chapter 115 Part 1: Family Banquet 2

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 find 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 organized 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 a burst of toothache. However, after flipping through thousands of pages in a row, only one piece of paper was found to have 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 a false image that the people in the room were sleeping peacefully.

Lan Wangji's movements were originally silent, but when he saw that the person had "fallen asleep", he even more restrained his breath, slowly closing the door of the quiet room, silent for a moment, and then walked towards the couch.

Before he could get close, he was covered by a quilt that slapped his head over his face 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 person, letting him mess around. Wei WuXian was bored 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, you push me, don't let me press, and struggle with your legs together, and at the same time scream for help..."

Lan Wangji: "Yunshen doesn't know where to ban 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."

The quilt was silent for a while.

After a while, Lan Wangji said, "It sounds difficult."

Wei Wuxian: "Is it difficult?!"

Lan Wangji: "Hmm."

Wei WuXian said, "Then there's nothing we can do, or we'd better change, you can 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 fine 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 faintly trembling, 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."

As he said 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, I ask You, 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 didn't know how to cut corners, also had the nerve to accuse him of writing a wrong word. .

Wei Wuxian pretended not to be able to read his gaze, and continued, "Look at the year, month, and date of your signature, I'll calculate... You're fifteen or sixteen years old at this time, right? You still make such a mistake at fifteen or sixteen. ,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 bother to read and write at such 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 stubbornly carried 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: "Your fault!"

His breath was in 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 scent of sandalwood on Lan Wangji was getting more and more fragrant, his whole person was 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 was itching from the flesh to the bottom of his heart when he touched him, and he twisted uncomfortably.

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 did Lan Wangji do 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 working hard 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 dressed neatly, peeled Wei Wuxian out of the thin quilt and carried him into a bucket. Wei Wuxian was still able to continue sleeping while soaking in the water. Lan WangJi pushed him gently, 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.

Although he knew that even if the house was on fire, Wei Wuxian would probably just change places and continue to sleep, but Lan Wangji insisted on calling him every morning from 19:00, and then he was pecked at 60 by relatives without changing his face. repeatedly.

Take the breakfast back to the quiet room, put it on the desk where only pen, ink, paper and inkstone were placed in the past, then take out Wei Wuxian, who is still sleeping, from the bucket and wipe it clean, put on his clothes, and fasten his belt, Lan Wangji is here. 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 took a few bites and finished biting an apple. Seeing that the food in the lunch box was almost full, the corners of his mouth twitched.

Lan Wangji calmly tidied up the hair tie 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, bark, grass and roots of various medicinal herbs, 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. Most of their family banquets are not full or bad.

Wei WuXian knew that the Gusu Lan Clan attached great importance to certain things. 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 where 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. The kitchen has also been moved outside, and a row of pots and stoves are 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 terribly strict, not saying a word when eating or sleeping. Except for those who have just entered the hall, they 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 "wearing filial piety" in the whole hall, Wei Wuxian pretended not to notice others or looked surprised or unfriendly, and slandered, "Is this 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 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 whether I should sympathize more with myself, who is full of bitterness, or sympathize more with Lan Wangji, who grew up as a kid.

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. Besides, 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 his 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.