Chen Qing Ling continues to be happy

3.1 sad

In late autumn, the clouds are deep, and the white walls and black tiles are covered by mountains and mist, occasionally revealing a faint red of maple leaves.

Wei WuXian woke up amidst the chiming of the bell, opened his eyes, saw the darkness, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, but still couldn't see anything.After all this time, he still couldn't quite get used to the fact that he couldn't see it.

One hand gently held Wei Wuxian's hand, preventing him from tossing his eyes any further.

He smiled weakly: "Lan Zhan..."

Lan Wangji carefully lifted Wei Wuxian up, laid a pillow for him, tucked in the quilt, and said, "It's cold here, you can't stand the cold now."

When Wei Wuxian was asleep, Lan Wangji invited Lan Xichen, who was in retreat, to give him a comprehensive examination.

In Lan Xichen's words: "Because of the defect of the Sacrifice Curse itself and the spiritual power of the sacrificer, Mr. Wei's soul and body are now weak and his five senses are not working, which is why he is blind. If this continues, other senses such as hearing and taste will be damaged. It will also gradually disappear, and finally the soul and body will collapse and become ignorant. And because Mr. Wei was seriously injured before, his body was also attacked by backlash, and his heart and lungs are very weak."

Seeing Wei Wuxian's unfocused eyes "looking" at him, Lan Wangji felt a pain in his heart.The person in front of him has a pale face and empty eyes. How can he be that young man in white who looks forward to shine and wants to be unrestrained?Why is fate so cruel.

Feeling that Lan Zhan's hands were trembling slightly, Wei Wuxian suppressed his smile and said, "Lan Zhan, don't be sad, I'm fine."

"Wei Ying, you left Yunpingcheng on purpose." Lan Wangji didn't ask, but said affirmatively.

"Lan Zhan...don't be angry, please."

"I...not..." Lan Wangji wanted to say that he was not angry, but disappointed. At the last moment, Wei Ying still pushed him away, just like in the nightless sky, so decisively let go of his grip. hand……

"I don't want you to see me in a mess right now, I really didn't mean to..."

Pa... a tear fell on Wei Wuxian's hand, and Wei Wuxian was stunned. "Lan Zhan...are you crying?"

Lan Wangji said with a trembling voice: "Buyetian is the same, this time too, every time you choose to bear it alone, why, why can't you trust me just once?!"

"Lan Zhan..." It was the first time I met Lan Zhan so excited, even though Wei Wuxian was usually eloquent, he was speechless for a moment. "Lan Zhan, it's all my fault, it's all my fault, I believe in you, can't I believe in you?" Making the calm and self-retaining Hanguang-jun cry, Wei Wuxian suddenly felt that he was a bastard, and he didn't know. Why is it so uncomfortable, it's even more uncomfortable than knowing that you can't see.

"Ah..." Wei Wuxian suddenly felt tense, and was embraced deeply by Lan Wangji.He felt Lan Wangji's arm trembling slightly, as if he was afraid that a treasure would disappear soon.

"Lan...Zhan..." Wei Wuxian had a strange feeling, this feeling had happened before, but now it was extremely strong, the relationship between him and Lan Wangji was so close and so natural, it seemed that he couldn't just use "confidant" to describe.

Thinking of this, Wei Wuxian felt a pain in his heart, he is a dying person, why bother to tease others?

Wei Wuxian patted Lan Wangji on the back, pretended to be relaxed and smiled, and said, "Lan Zhan, you scared me, I didn't cry myself, why are you crying?" He opened Lan Wangji's embrace and sat up straight.

Lan Wangji's body froze.

Wei Wuxian wanted to change the subject, so he asked with a smile, "Come on, tell me, how long do I have to live?"

"..." Lan Zhan paused for a long time, but still couldn't speak.

"..." Wei Wuxian rubbed his nose dejectedly, feeling that the topic he changed was really a failure.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Lan Xichen walked in with a bowl of medicine.

"Brother!" Lan Wangji stood up.

Sitting on the bed, Wei Wuxian bowed to Lan Xichen, and said, "It is said that Zewu-jun has been in seclusion before, and it is really a crime to let Zewu-jun leave the seclusion early for Wei!"

Lan Xichen immediately stepped forward to stop Wei Wuxian and said, "Mr. Wei, please don't say that. Back then, Mr. Wei died forever. Even though he was only responsible for Ayao, I also have an inescapable responsibility for Mr. Wei's matter. The minister is duty-bound."

Lan Xichen showed a painful expression, and continued: "Mr. Wei's current situation is quite special. If it's just a physical problem, with Gusu Lan's spiritual power and medical skills, it will take some time to cure it. But Mr. Wei is The soul and body are weakened, and the primordial spirit is damaged, just like the burning wood of a bonfire is about to run out, and external forces are hard to reverse. If there is a way to save Mr. Wei, Xichen will pay any price. But..." Lan Xichen did not continue As he continued to speak, the implication was very clear, facing Wei Wuxian's current situation, there was nothing he could do.

Wei Wuxian shook his head, and said, "I was the one who voluntarily died back then, and now I'm lucky to be able to be reborn. I'm satisfied, Lord Zewu, please don't blame yourself."

"Young Master Wei, alas..." Lan Xichen glanced at Lan Wangji, thinking, you can be so indifferent to life and death, but it's hard for me, an infatuated brother.

Wei Wuxian asked, "Dare to ask, how long do I have to live?"

Lan Xichen thought about it and said, "If you take a good rest, you can still have a year without any worries. If you continue to exhaust your energy, I'm afraid it will take another three months..."

"Wei Ying, don't listen to your brother, I will cure you!" Lan Wangji interrupted Lan Xichen and said very firmly.

"The world is impermanent, life and death are up to fate, Lan Zhan, let's think about how to live this time well. Thinking about it, I've been running around for half my life, but I really haven't really thought about how to live it, have I, Lan Zhan, hehe." Wei Wuxian She patted Lan Zhan's hand, trying to comfort him.

"You!" Lan Wangji shook off Wei Ying's hand, turned and walked out.

"..." Wei Wuxian shook his hand innocently, thinking, why are you angry again?

Lan Xichen, who knew his younger brother very well, looked sadly in the direction of Lan Wangji's departure. He knew that his younger brother was usually introverted and knew how to advance and retreat. If he hadn't lost control of his emotions, he would never have left like this.

"Mr. Wei, don't get me wrong. Wangji did this because he was worried about you. You slept for a day and a night, and he hardly had a moment to rest. He read all the relevant classics that he could find in the library, and talked to me again. , Uncle and several elders discussed for most of the night, hoping to find a glimmer of hope to save you."

"Because of a little personal matter of Wei, Mr. Zewu, Mister Lan and all the elders have to worry about me and delay the official business of the immortal sect. I am really ashamed." After finishing speaking, Wei Wuxian stood up and saluted again.

Lan Xichen hastily stopped Wei Wuxian and said, "Young Master Wei, please don't do this. You are Wangji's confidant and someone I admire. To say that is to be outsiders."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Wei Wuxian got up too hastily, coughing.

Lan Xichen supported Wei Wuxian, and while feeding him spiritual power, he said, "Young Master Wei, you have a typhoid fever in your lungs, and you need to recuperate. Although this bowl of medicine can't restore your soul and body, it is very beneficial to your body. , please drink it while it’s hot, don’t bother yourself, just get some rest.”

"Ahem, thank you Zewu-jun, I am very clear about my body, if there is a way to change my life against the sky, I would not have chosen to leave Lan Zhan back then, ahem, please Zewu-jun to enlighten Lan Zhan a lot That's good. Actually, I'm more worried about him, ahem..."

"Oh, you two..." Lan Xichen shook his head, feeling infinitely sad.

In the bamboo forest in the back mountain, Lan Wangji waved his hands to avoid the dust as much as possible, a gust of wind blew up, and the bamboo leaves fell like rain.He didn't use his spiritual power, so now he was sweating profusely and panting heavily, completely different from his usual appearance.

Xu was exhausted, Lan Wangji suddenly knelt down, and Bichen inserted himself into the soil to support his body.He supported the ground with one hand, but he dug his hand deeply into the soil. The stone pierced his hand all at once, and blood seeped out.But he didn't relax at all. Instead, he grasped tighter and tighter, and the stone sank deeper and deeper.

Not enough, not enough at all, this kind of pain can't distract him from his current despair.The law of heaven is inhumane, fate is unfair, he is so depressed and painful, but the family precepts of the Lan family do not allow him to vent freely and do whatever he wants.

"Who can tell me, what should I do?" For the first time, Lan Wangji fell into confusion, not knowing what he should do...