[Demon Master Wang Envy colleagues] Flowers are like snow

Two extra episodes, two endings, have been marked on the title, each takes what it needs.

I have struggled with this article for two days. In fact, in my concept, the last one I chose is not 100% BE.

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The cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening. After the clouds leave, the water flows for ten years.

Magnolia blooms and thank, rabbits multiply.The quiet room has been quiet for nine years and eleven months.

In recent years, the years have been quiet, the rivers and lakes have been peaceful, and life has been uneventful.The juniors have all reached the age of being independent, but Ze Wujun, the master of the Lan clan, is more relaxed.

The new year is approaching, and everything is complicated.Today, after the daily discussion was over, Lan Jingyi led all the elders and disciples to arrange the trivial matters first, while Lan Sizhui stayed in the cold room to play a few games with the idle Lan Xichen.

The scent of candles curled up, a little stronger than before.Lan Xichen has been having trouble sleeping recently, and Si Zhui took the Requiem Incense from Qingheng Jun, and it is said that the effect is remarkable.

Beginning four or five years ago, a new version of the ranking list of young masters of aristocratic families has been circulated for decades.Right now, the top two rankings against each other, the mind is not on the chess game.

Lan Xichen holds the white and slowly enters the boundary, closing the circle slowly.Youyou said: "Sizhui, this incense is very useful, thank you Lord Qingqin for me."

Lan Sizhui responded in a calm manner, "Yesterday, Jingyi brought out the small incense burner with dragon-chi carved flowers from the suzerain's private treasury. Qingqin-jun has been thinking about it for a long time, and he couldn't put it down. I almost want to hug it collapsed."

Lan Xichen laughed and said, "Little naughty boy, old naughty boy, Mr. has become more and more rejuvenated these past few years, which has made uncle relax a lot. This month alone, I broke the chess game lawsuit for the two of them for no less than six years. back."

Lan Sizhui also laughed, but his heart was sore.Mr. Qingqin is getting stronger and stronger, and his memory seems to be getting worse and worse, but he can see the subtleties clearly, and his heart is like a mirror.

"The mind is worried, worrying about gains and losses, and the mind is determined, and the fairy incense is useless. Go to the medicine hall to pick up a few at random, just fool around."

Si Zhui held his hand in mid-air for a long time, but he still couldn't get down.He replied: "Mr. always speaks with certainty every time, and will never play chess with Lord Qingqin again. But within two days, he took the initiative to send him to the door again."

Lan Xichen chuckled, seeing Lan Sizhui hesitating, he didn't urge him, instead he said in a calm manner, "Is there anything I need to coordinate in the handover after the next year?"

"Jingyi has already made arrangements, so you don't have to worry about it."

Lan Xichen smiled, at the age of half a hundred, he was as handsome as before.

"I am eager to shirk responsibility, and I feel guilty."

Recently, from time to time, anytime, anywhere, I can't help falling into memories.Perhaps, it is not obvious on the surface, but this can be regarded as a manifestation of aging.

Three years ago, the conversation with the two young men in the cold room about succeeding the suzerain was as if before his eyes.In a blink of an eye, three years have come, and ten years have come.

At that time, the two youths first shared the same hatred and tried their best to dissuade them. They said that the suzerain was in his prime of life, in good health, and had no reason to resign.When it became clear that Lan Xichen's mind had been made up and there was no room for change, they immediately began to "put blame" on each other.Outside, he is already a dignified, calm, dignified, and personable celebrity of the immortal sect. After closing the door, he presumptuously showed his youthful appearance.

Lan Jingyi: "Sizhui, naturally Sizhui is the most suitable. It is obvious to all that Sizhui is also at the top of the ranking of the sons of the aristocratic family, and it is suitable to succeed the suzerain."

Lan Sizhui: "This list is no more rigorous than back then, how can it be relied upon. Jing Yi, don't talk nonsense."

Lan Xichen: "It wasn't that rigorous back then."

Lan Jingyi: "Since I was a child, how can I improve my homework better than you?"

Lan Sizhui: "Words, your words are stronger than mine."

Lan Jingyi: "Is it possible to be the suzerain with just one mouth? If you say so, then the immortal governor should belong to Senior Wei."

Lan Sizhui: "..."

Lan Xichen: "..."

Lan Jingyi: "I'm sorry, I made a slip of the tongue. Look at me, after so many years, I can't change it. How can I be the suzerain."

Lan Sizhui: "Jin Ling hasn't been doing very well these past few years, so why not?"

Lan Jingyi: "Then why not you?"

Lan Sizhui: "Ask knowingly, I, I..."

Lan Jingyi: "You have been a disciple of the Lan family for almost 30 years, and you still want to get rid of it today."

Lan Sizhui: "No way, no way."

Lan Jingyi: "You tell me a valid reason, otherwise you won't be fooled."

Lan Sizhui: "I have to spend the Spring Festival with Uncle Wen every year, and I can't stay somewhere in Yunshen. Is this enough?"

Lan Jingyi: "You, you, you, Lan Sizhui, why are you so naughty?"

Lan Sizhui: "You asked me to tell. I do this every year, and you don't just know."

Lan Jingyi: "..."

Thinking of this, Lan Xichen couldn't help but let out a chuckle, warm and kind.

Lan Sizhui, who just gave birth, frowned, and said bitterly, "I have nowhere to go, so I admit defeat."

Lan Xichen came back to his senses, glanced casually at the chessboard, and said, "If you're busy enough, play another one."

Lan Sizhui nodded, closed the mess, and fought with him again.

"Sizhui, have you prepared all the annual gifts?" Lan Xichen raised his hand and asked casually.

"It's all ready, basically the same as previous years' regulations. The fresh game has been slightly adjusted. I reported it to Jingyi for review. When the gifts arrive, I will send someone to return the gifts. A backup copy of the gift list, would you like to have a look?"

"No, you are already more familiar than me."

Knowing Lan Xichen's unspoken question, Lan Sizhui took the initiative to say, "Mr. Zewu, Qinghe and Lanling have come to pay their respects, and they will arrive in three days."

"Yeah." Lan Xichen nodded and said nothing.

"Nie Huaisang will still personally send Qinghe to him. He will not enter the mountain gate and will not stop there."

"It's not easy to take care of a dementia patient for ten years without a filial son in front of a long-term sick bed." Lan Xichen said calmly, losing a wrong son.

If Lan Sizhui hadn't seen him, he would also accompany him.

"This year is extremely cold. The village at the foot of the mountain was renovated before winter, adding a few groups of earth dragons. Jin Ling also sent someone to deliver some new stoves and good charcoal. I think it's warm enough, but that... maybe With poor health, it's still hard to beat." Lan Sizhui stared at the chessboard with his head down, seemingly unintentionally.

Lan Xichen was silent for a long time, so long that Si Zhui thought he would not hear a reply.

"Sizhui, you have worked so hard to take care of me all these years, and I have made things difficult for you. Next year, after the ceremony, I will go down the mountain..."

"Why did you say that. Mr. Zewu, don't worry too much. The disciple still said that presumptuous sentence. If, if Mr. Hanguang and brother Xian are still there, I can understand it. If they are willing to criticize others, how can they... "

Ten years of life and death are boundless, and the morning and evening change on January [-], and the days are like years.

Being close to the hometown, Lan Xichen has not been to the ancestral hall for the past three days.But from the dodging gazes of SiZhui and JingYi, it's like being close to each other.

Tonight, the sky is full of frost and snow, and the moon is full.The full moon looks like a sign of reunion, just like that night ten years ago.

The time of Hai has passed, and the whole cloud is brightly lit, and there is no sound.

The cracked ice that Lan Xichen has not touched for a long time stands in front of the Lan's ancestral hall.When a song is closed, everything is silent.Standing silently for a long time, until the frost pierces through the chest, the chill is biting.

The young master in white spread out his palms, and the brocade bag in his palms was quiet, without any movement.The blood stained on the face ten years ago has already seeped into it, dark as ink stains.

Lan Xichen sighed, with mixed feelings in his heart.Perhaps, this is also good.After all, if that person really came back, he didn't know how to comfort him.Putting his hand away, he walked slowly into the ancestral hall, and put the spirit lock bag back into the exquisite dark compartment under Lan Wangji's tablet.Next year, the side position should not be empty.

Lan Xichen waved his hand and turned off the lights in the courtyard.Suddenly, the entire Immortal Mansion was extinguished, and it was pitch black.

Standing in the dark night with his hands behind his back, Lan Xichen was in a trance, dreaming back to ten years ago.That young man in black clothes who stood up to the sky and saw through life and death, but his eyes were miserable, and he couldn't let go of just one person.

"Brother, I, I don't know how to tell Lan Zhan, I..."

"Wuxian, Wangji is the only obsession in this life. If it is true as you said, I am afraid that my younger brother will definitely not be able to keep it."

"Brother, you can't. It's better to die than to live. If I have a chance, even if I'm blind and disabled, I'm willing to live. Lan Zhan is so old, I don't want him to accompany me, I don't want him. If I can choose, I'd rather not Rebirth, why bother flashing him this time. But I have no choice, life and death are doomed at that moment. Otherwise, I will ask Mr. Qingqin, if there is any pill that can cause amnesia, I will coax him to take it Otherwise, I won’t feel at ease even if I die.”

"Is it possible to change a personal offering?"

"Who should I replace?"

"I, can I?"

"Brother, what are you kidding? Don't think about it, anyone is useless, sacrifice is for nothing. Even if someone sacrifices, at that moment, Chi Fengzun will still take away the sacrifice of my present body, and I can't escape it."

"Wuxian, is there no hope at all?"

"I've thought about it, since Mo Xuanyu can keep a remnant soul, maybe I can do it with such deep obsession. But now, my soul is incomplete and my consciousness is not stable. Let alone keep it on my own, I just use a lock It is difficult to lock a fragment of the spiritual pouch."

"If you don't even have a thought, how can you let Wangji live alone?"

"Think about it, think about it... I see, I have agreed with Lan Zhan for a period of time, five years, no, not enough, ten years. At that time, even if I haven't returned, the urge to go with me should disappear .When the time comes, please help me watch carefully. Sizhui, Jingyi, stare at him every day, brother, is it okay?"

"..."

"Or, maybe..."

Wuxian, still can't succeed, can't be deceived.Forget the machine, forget the machine and don't believe it.

He didn't stay for another day, and didn't say a word.