The way of couple

EP 60

One day, it was still very hot, Wei Wuxian leaped onto the eaves and lay on the cool blue tiles, closing his eyes and taking a rest. Lan Wangji held a zitther in his hand, sitting on the promenade opposite Wei Wuxian, playing the zitther quietly.

His ten fingers were long and white, and played the strings freely, the sound was clear and cool, like the ice mountain and spring water that washed the heart.

Wei Wuxian looked back, saw Lan Wangji's figure, he wrinkled his nose, and was about to leave. However, there was an unspeakable difference between the tune that Lan Wangji was playing at this moment and the tune he had listened to before in Yunshen.

Gusu Lan's tune had a clear and peaceful mood, without a trace of vulgarity. The start of this song was gentle, and it sounded like Lan's style, but after playing it twice, it started to throb. The Sanskrit sound floated down, fell into the mortal world, and made people's hearts jumped.Wei Wuxian listened and felt interesting, and was about to savor it carefully. The tune suddenly hovered, sank down and had a night-like sigh, making him feel uncomfortable, as if there was unexpressed meaning in his ears. Wei Wuxian's hand resting on the eaves beast dropped.

He thought, Gusu Lan clan rarely had a piece of such interesting music, who made it?

Since then, at this time of the day, as long as Wei Wuxian was there, Lan Wangji would play under the gallery.

He played these many days, also attracted many listeners. One day, after the tune was finished, Lan Wangji stood up with the zitther, but was stopped by a few bold girls. They looked and pushed each other, hesitating for a while, and finally a girl mustered the courage to ask him what was the name of this song and what the tune meant.

Lan Wangji didn't answer, the girls glanced at Wei Wuxian on the eaves, lowered their voice and said a few words. Lan Wangji heard, a trace of bewilderment flashed across his face, as if his thoughts were seen through. And he was about to go. Seeing Lan Wangji's rare embarrassed expression, the girls seemed to be inspired by some enthusiasm, and they simply refused to let him go.

Lan Wangji had to say a few words, but the crowd was getting tighter and tighter, as if they were dissatisfied. Unexpectedly, halfway through, the heads of girls who surround Lan Wangji the most air-tight were suddenly hurt, and they were beaten by a few lotus seeds.

When they turned their heads, a black head shrank from the eaves.

Several girls shouted towards the eaves: "Eldest Senior Brother! Don't hide, we know it's you!"

The others laughed: "Eldest Senior Brother thinks you are molesting his husband, he is jealous!"

As soon as these words finished, there was another violent hurricane, and the girls screamed in pain and had no choice but to leave.

Lan Wangji picked up a snow-white lotus seed that rolled to his feet, and looked up, a black shadow on the eaves dangled away.

At the monthly family banquet in the Lotus Dock, as usual, the sound of people was boiling, the stove steamed, men and women, old and young, wearing fancy clothes and fancy accessories. Amidst the dazzling scene, a plain white dress was out of place, like a quiet magnolia falling into the turbid smoke of noisy fireworks, and the branches and leaves trembled secretly, so pitiful.

The servants yelled to each other, not daring to neglect Lan Wangji. The newly cooked dishes were colorful, sweet, sour, and spicy. They wanted to give him to taste and sent them to him one after another.At last the dishes were stacked like a small mountain. The guests had great smell of wine and collided with the servants. Before the banquet began, the juice was poured all over. They greeted the noble guest with enthusiasm that was like fire. Lan Wangji had obviously never experienced such situation. He was trapped in the seat and responed with difficulty.