【Forget Envy】Make a Wish

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Lan Wangji stood up and cupped his hands, bowed respectfully to Lan Qiren, and said slowly: "There is no Taoist companion's name next to Wangji's name, if the children's names are written in the genealogy, the names will be listed in my family tree." Under, so I want to ask uncle..."

Before Lan Wangji finished speaking, Lan Qiren interrupted: "You mean that as long as I don't agree with Wei Wuxian's entry into the family tree, the child's name will be wrong?"

"Forget about it and dare not."

"You don't dare, since you know him, why don't you dare?"

"Wei Ying is fine, it has nothing to do with him. It's about the child. We need to discuss it with Wei Ying before reporting back to uncle."

"It means that the child's surname is Lan and Wei, and you alone don't count." Lan Qiren took a deep breath, and continued to ask, "What if he disagrees?"

"Wangji... will do as he wishes." After speaking, Lan Wangji knelt down in front of him with a plop.

"Your child is not included in the genealogy, how decent is it?"

"That's his child too. He suffered a lot in order to have a child. I'm sorry to say that without him, there would be no two children, so I respect his decision." After speaking, Lan Wangji knocked his head heavily on the ground .

Lan Qiren supported the table and stood up, pointing to Lan Wangji who was kneeling in front of him, and said anxiously, "You...are you still the Lan Wangji who knows how to respect etiquette and filial piety?"

"It's Wangji's fault for letting uncle down."

"You always say it's your fault, but you never fix it."

Lan Qiren was so angry that his hands trembled, he held onto the corner of the table, looked at Lan Wangji who was standing in front of him and didn't get up, he knew how stubborn his nephew was, he slowly sat back on the chair and said, "That's all... Get up, what are you kneeling on me for, save it and ask your ancestors for your sins."

"Uncle is very kind to Wang Ji in his upbringing, and Wang Ji kneels down. But Wang Ji has one more request, and I hope uncle will agree."

Lan Qiren was already very angry, there was another request here, something that made him kneel down and beg, no need to guess it must be for Wei Wuxian.But even if Lan Qiren knew about it, he wouldn't even ask, so he refused, and said: "Say"

Some things have to be said, no matter whether you say it early or late, it will not make a difference to the listener because of the change of time. Those who should be angry will still be angry. Procrastination will only torture yourself...

When Lan Wangji left the Lan Room and closed the door, he could still hear the sighs of the people inside, but he could only bite the bullet and ignore it.He said everything he wanted to do and bring to that person.

Sometimes Lan Wangji feels that he has changed a different person, he has never disobeyed, never compromised, and never violated before, but as long as the word Wei Wuxian touches everything, he is like a changed person, Maybe it's like Wei Wuxian said that he was poisoned, and he was willing to have no solution.

Lan Wangji recited his name in his heart, and every time he recited it, he felt better. Every time he recited it again, he couldn't wait to go back to the quiet room to guard him, and he couldn't wait for a second...

【Forget Envy】Cultivate a wish ①① without any danger

At the time of the day, the senior came to teach Wei Wuxian on time. Although he was dissatisfied with every piece of this apprentice's work, and even couldn't bear to look at it directly, but fortunately he was a hard-working kid, and he was slick but he did what he said.

Wei Wuxian has been befriending him recently, wanting him to teach him how to embroider curled cloud patterns.When I think of Lan Wangji wearing his embroidered forehead wipe one morning, I just grinned happily. The old senior found out that he was distracted, so he pinpointed his weakness, and blamed Lan Wangji. .Wei Wuxian pursed his lips and continued with the work in hand, and finally came to an end and showed it to him, and immediately started to divide the work again.

"Senior, you have been an embroidery master for the Lan family for so many years, you must be able to make cirrus patterns with your eyes closed."

"That's natural."

"I think the cirrus pattern is quite simple, isn't it just a matter of embroidering the arc and filling it with color?" Wei Wuxian pretended not to care, and placed his hope in the aggressive method.

The old man glanced at him and said, "Mr. Lan's forehead wiping is very meaningful. Do you think anyone can embroider it?"

"You haven't taught me, how do you know I can't do it?"

"Just you? Come here." As he spoke, he threw back the embroidered thing Wei WuXian had just embroidered, and continued, "What is this?"

"Obviously a vulture."

carved?Where is the sculpture? "Hmph, I haven't practiced the kung fu of embroidering things well yet, I just think about the idea of ​​embroidering, it's really Wangji..."

"Okay, it's my fault, why do you keep scolding him?"

"Talk about you, can you listen?"

"I...I...listen," Wei Wuxian fiddled with the needle.

"You young people now have irregular work and rest. Seeing you stay in the house all day, fat, if you forget the machine and don't want you, how can you live?"

"I...I'm fine. You'll definitely lose weight when you come back in a few months."

"Be less talkative. Ever since I saw you, I have become fatter and fatter. At least I count you as half a master. Go out more and eat less. Wangji always said that you are not in good health, so he won't take you to practice." Looking at the sculpture Wei WuXian had just embroidered, he said, "It doesn't even count as a half."

Wei Wuxian is used to his sarcasm, and he also knows that he is a master with a vicious mouth and a warm heart.But he still couldn't help but cry in his heart, who can be so skinny with two in his stomach, and said calmly on the surface: "Master, I will visit you in person in six months, and when the time comes, I will definitely be in the wind, romantic and suave without a trace of fat .”

It is probably hopeless to rely on others to teach, everything depends on oneself, even people can make it, not to mention the mere cirrus cloud pattern Wei Wuxian thinks so.

Confidence is good, but it only leads you to the beginning.How difficult it is on the way, you will only know after you start.

What is difficult for Wei Wuxian is not how to figure out how to embroider the curling cloud pattern by himself, but...he has no time alone at all...the only time he can hold a needle and thread, and there is a stubborn old man looking at him, Sneaking around with Lan Wangji on his back is even more impossible...

So Wei Wuxian's plan ran aground...

What really made him give up the plan was not how difficult it was to implement, but that the little ancestors in his stomach started to practice boxing... No matter the fetal movement day or night, Wei Wuxian, who was tossing around, had no energy during the day.I can only find time to catch up on sleep when the two little guys are not moving.For several days, Lan Wangji simply quit the morning lecture and concentrated on guarding him, Wei Wuxian naturally didn't even think about touching a thread.

Ever since Lan Wangji completely disappeared before the eyes of all the disciples, they became restless. For nothing else, the person who can make Hanguang-jun so caring must be Senior Wei. The disciples speculated whether their Senior Wei was ill. It was very serious, especially Lan Sizhui, who once guarded the quiet room for Lord Hanguang, was even more worried.

On the second day after Hanguang-Jun suspended classes, Lan Sizhui came to the door of the quiet room early in the morning. He had the same idea as many disciples, and wanted to confirm with his own eyes that Wei Wuxian was fine, but he wanted to knock on the door but dared not knock, so he put down his hand. After turning around a few times, I mustered up the courage to walk to the door... Back and forth several times.

Lan Xichen walked slowly, and not far away saw a disciple pacing up and down at the door of the quiet room, wondering in his heart, he approached and called out, "SiZhui, what are you doing?"

"Zewu-jun, I... I heard that Hanguang-jun was absent from class, and I was worried if it was Senior Wei..." His voice became weaker and weaker at the end.

Lan Xichen understood: "Why don't you go in?"

"A while ago, Mr. Hanguang occasionally ordered me to stand at the door to take care of Senior Wei. At that time, Mr. Hanguang didn't explain the reason, so... I wonder if it would be rude to knock on the door rashly now."

It was inconvenient for Lan Xichen to reveal more, so he could only say, "Well, don't worry, there is nothing wrong in the quiet room."

"That's very good, thank you Zewu-jun." Lan Sizhui was relieved when he heard the word "nothing happened", but on the way back, he felt strange, what is "quiet room nothing happened"?Isn't it Senior Wei?

Ever since the two little guys stretched their muscles and bones in their womb, whenever there was any movement, Wei Wuxian took Lan Wangji's hand and ran after the child's movement track, and when it was quiet, he pressed Lan Wangji's head against his stomach to listen.

"Did you hear the little ones calling you?"

"No."

"Didn't you hear him calling father?"

Lan Wangji glanced at him suspiciously, then lowered his head and changed his position to continue listening, until he felt that someone was holding back his laughter, even his stomach was twitching, then he raised his head and said, "Wei Ying."

"I'm here hahahaha, Lan Zhan, why are you so stupid, you can tell with your fingers that I'm talking nonsense."

Lan Wangji didn't answer either, squatting in front of him and hugging his stomach together, with his ears on his lower abdomen, as if he was still looking for the "father" Wei Wuxian mentioned.

It was rare for Lan Wangji to act like a coquettish, and Wei Wuxian stopped teasing him. He put one hand on his neck and stroked it, then groped up the back of his neck, and walked along his hairline. Walking in the hair, teasingly said: "I want to hold you for a while and tell me, I'm so generous."

Of course, Lan Wangji knew that the baby in his womb couldn't speak, but he didn't know if it was his illusion. Every time the baby moved frequently, as long as he gently comforted it, it would gradually calm down.Because Wei Wuxian's stomach is getting bigger and bigger, it is easy to squeeze his stomach when hugging and sleeping. Now they hug him from behind and put their hands lightly under Wei Wuxian's stomach.After the child could move, Lan Wangji discovered another wonderful use of this posture.Sometimes at night, Wei Wuxian couldn't be woken up by the small movements of the child, but Lan Wangji put his hands on his stomach, and if there was any trouble in the little guy, he would immediately wake up and check, whispering to the child alone.

The two of them were immersed in the joy of interacting with the little ones, and they were half a beat behind when they even noticed someone knocking on the door. Lan Wangji helped him back to the bed and lay down.

The person outside the door said a few words to Lan Wangji, bowed and left.

Lan Wangji walked back to him, and said to the person on the bed, "Wei Ying, I'm going to visit Lotus Pier, you..."

Hearing the "shua", Wei Wuxian threw off the blanket, got out of bed and said, "I'm going too, take me, I haven't been out for months