[Magic Dao Patriarch] Ode to speech

"Thanks to the Xian family, we harvested twice as much horse grass as usual!"

It was the voice of an old woman.

"How could it be? If you hadn't helped me yesterday, I wouldn't have known what to do."

This voice is... Wen Song!How could he be here? Shouldn't he... be in Wen's house...

Lan Xichen opened his eyes, full of astonishment.

"Has your husband always been a groom?" Wen Song asked.

"Yes. Although the income is not much, it is enough to feed and clothe our family." The old woman laughed.

Wen Song chuckled, "Well, that's great."

"That..." The old woman hesitated, "Can I ask the Xian family what happened to the other Xian family?"

"He," Wen Song lowered his eyes, "something happened at home."

The old woman was surprised: "You are so powerful, will there be accidents at home?"

"We are just one of the crowd." Wen Song said, pushing open the door.

Then he paused, breathed a sigh of relief: "You're awake..."

"I've wiped those books and put them outside." Wen Song stood at the door and whispered, "If you're hungry, I'll bring you a bowl of porridge."

Lan Xichen said flatly, "Thank you Mr. Wen."

Mr. Wen...

"You're welcome." A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Wen Song's mouth.

Later, Wen Song brought a bowl of porridge and a side dish.

"Thank you." Lan Xichen wanted to take it, but Wen Song avoided it in a hurry.

"You still have injuries on your hands." Wen Song sat by the bed and scooped up a spoonful of porridge.

"You don't need Mr. Wen, I can do it myself."

Wen Song closed his eyes, as if he had made a decision.

"If I say that I absolutely don't mean to agree with Wen Xu's actions, and I didn't entrust the song to him, brother Xichen can you believe it?"

"Since this sentence is spoken in words," Lan Xichen leaned forward and pressed his forehead, "I believe it."

"However, it's so easy for someone to take away the fairy sword, shouldn't they accept some punishment?" Lan Xichen changed the subject and looked into Wen Song's eyes with a smile.

Wen Song had no choice but to distance himself from him, and handed the spoon to his mouth, "Yes, you can drink the porridge first."

Although the tone was somewhat reluctant, but because the two of them were too close, Lan Xichen could clearly see the brilliance in his eyes, and the sadness that was trying to hide behind the brilliance.

Lan Xichen sensed something was wrong.

Thinking about it carefully, Wen Song has always been like this, taking care of others in every possible way, but never mentioning his own pain.

Lan Xichen felt sore in his heart.

He is obviously the most talented person, obviously the most beautiful person.

Yan Ruyu, voice like water, smile like wind.

The heart is softer than love.

Blessed by God.

But he just doesn't take care of himself.

"Give me the bowl." Lan Xichen said.

Wen Song blinked and handed it obediently.

Lan Xichen took the bowl but turned around and placed it on the bedside.

"Brother Xichen, the porridge is still—"

Wen Song's voice disappeared, and Lan Xichen turned around and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, holding him tightly in his arms.Arms around his waist, chin on top of his head.

His face was pressed against Lan Xichen's fair neck, and he could clearly hear the strong beating pulse and the sound of breathing from the top of his head.

"Can you tell me what happened, young man?"

The emotion contained in this "little son" and the previous "Wen Gongzi" are completely different.

But Wen Song didn't say anything.

Speaking of the already doomed ending would only add to the sadness.

Wen Song buried himself in Lan Xichen's neck, thinking sadly.

He didn't say anything, and Lan Xichen didn't ask.

As long as you can walk with the person in your arms, nothing else matters.

The two of them hugged each other quietly for a long time, until Lan Xichen found Wen Song asleep in his arms, dumbfounded.

In the room, only the small bed he sleeps on can be used for people to rest, and there are still wet towels on the wooden basin leaning against the corner.

Wen Song took care of him and didn't sleep all night.

Really, wayward little boy.

Lan Xichen lightly kissed the top of his hair and fell into a deep sleep.

Rare sleep.

It seems old.

The author has something to say: Lan Da's "little son" burst!

The next chapter is over, so this chapter is a bit boring.

There will be a special episode, Wen Song who came back will be especially provocative.

There is also a side story from Wen Ruohan's perspective.

On the 28th, I will go to school early, and then I can only change it weekly.

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