Beyond Death

Extra 2

"What's the matter with you? Lan Zhan?" Wei Wuxian stopped humming, his eyebrows flew high, his mouth was still smiling. He looked at Lan Wangji puzzled. "Nothing." Lan Wangji lowered his eyes, his fingers moved flexibly, and finally got tied the hair perfectly. He leaned over Wei Wuxian's shoulder, picked up the jade hairpin and the hair crown, and carefully put them on him. "

And this, Lan Zhan, you tie it for me." Wei Wuxian pulled off Lan Wangji's band of forehead around his neck and raised it to the top of his head. Lan Wangji's heart thumped, took the band, bypassed Wei Wuxian's forehead and knotted at the back of his head, and asked in the voice as calm as possible: "What is the name of the song you just sang?"

Wei Wuxian sighed and said, "I don't know." Seeing Lan Wangji in the mirror, and he added: "I really don't know, it seems to be in my mind all the time, just can't remember where I learned it." He caught a glimpse of Lan Wangji's fingers that paused for a while and asked: "Do you think it sounds good?" Lan Wangji seemed to fall in the dream. There was a flame in the endless darkness. An teenager who got fever rolled on his thigh. He said: "Lan Zhan, you can sing a song." The heat spreaded along the thighs to the heart, traveling through time and space to warm the heart softly again. At that time, the song contained much sadness and helplessness, and at this moment it became sweet relief.

Lan Wangji only faintly hooked the corner of his mouth, without speaking. He said to Wei Wuxian, "It's all right." Wei Wuxian looked at his new hairstyle in the mirror from several angles. Seemingly satisfied, he said: "Although you are a bit slower, I really can't find fault anywhere!" He then stood up, went to the hanger to take his coat, and put it on Lan Wang's body. He laughed and said: "Let's change completely. Today, we will also change our clothes!" They were similar in height. The Gusu Lan's robe was only slightly larger on Wei Wuxian's body. After a little adjustment, it fits perfectly. However, Wei Wuxian's robe was originally made wide. The half inch that Lan Wangji was higher than him was not obvious in that robe.

When their robes were all neatly dressed, Wei Wuxian circled Lan Wangji and exclaimed, "HanGuang jun is so pretty." Lan Wangji's eyes stuck to him, with waves flowing in it, gentle enough. Wei Wuxian didn't saw. He just looked in the mirror to learn from Lan Wangji's usual demeanor, and couldn't help asking, "How about me? Am I pretty? Am I more handsome than you? Lan Wangji always replied "En" to him. After Wei Wuxian had imitated him enough and kept laughing himself, they went downstairs to have dinner.

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian walked side by side on the stairs. The light in the lobby of the inn was as bright as a lover's smiling face, and Lan's white robe with dark flowing clouds made Wei Wuxian more handsome and elegant. Not only did Lan Wangji see him wearing a crown with his hair tied for the first time, it was also the first time he saw him wearing Lan's family robe and imitaing him sternly. Lan Wangji was born with the calm personality. He was more solemn and elegant in his Lan's robe. While Wei Wuxian was self-unrestrained. He was born with a smiling face. After he cultivated the ghost way, he had never been pretending to be profound.

Today, He changed the usual appearance and walked in a dignified and gentle manner, but he couldn't hide his affectionate eyebrows. His eyesight flew wildly, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be covered with rouge. He made Gusu Lan's robe admierable.

They walked into the lobby. With changed dresses, their manner was more prominent, even more eye-catching than before. The young man in the lobby who was busy serving tea and water did not recover for a while, thinking that there were two more fairy-like people. He greeted them graciously, and kept looking at them. But after being stared at by Lan Wangji for a few times, he dared not look more.

Wei Wuxian was so tired because of imitating Lan Wangji. After a while, he couldn't continue anymore. After sending the boy away with a smile, he drank the water and laughed and said, "So tired! Second brother, your clan members just dress like this when they were young. No wonder their behavior was exactly the same!" Lan Wangji lowered his eyes to hide the smile, wiped the pattern on the teacup with his fingertip. Wei Wuxian leaned in front of him. His eyes were dark and bright with a smile, and said in a low voice: "You wanted to take me back to Yunshen back then. If I agreed, did I have to wear like this?" Lan Wangji looked at him seriously and replied, "You are not a disciple of the Gusu Lan clan, you don't have to."

Wei Wuxian stretched his hand from under the table, pinched Lan Wangji's fingers in their wide sleeves, and intertwined them quietly, clasping his fingers together. Lan Wangji's heart was soft, and it couldn't help but tremble slightly. After a while, Wei Wuxian deliberately frowning and pouting, and said with regret: "I regret! At that time, I only thought your clan's food was unpalatable, but I didn't expect you to be so delicious!" After speaking, he smiled. Lan Wangji's heartbeat suddenly missed a beat, and the roots of his ears suddenly became hot, and he had to pinch Wei WuXian's hand heavily.

There was a long depressive gasp in his ears, Wei Wuxian let out a lingering low moan at a volume that only they two could hear. So in the bright morning light in the early summer, Lan Wangji found himself become hard. The black-clothed fairy who was teased had a cold face and red ear. And he spit out a heavy breath from his nose. His amber eyes seemed to be dripping with honey. He whispered and warned: "Wei Ying!" Wei Wuxian's starry eyes closed slightly, his eyesight slanted. He smiled: "What?" Lan Wangji lowered his eyelashes and didn't look at him, only squeezed his hand, and said, "Uncle adds new clan rules every year. "

These words really had the power of thunderous force. Wei Wuxian suddenly seemed to swallow an egg in his mouth, with no smile in eyebrows. He shut up and tried to retrieve his hand, but was held by Lan Wangji. Under the table, Lan Wangji teased the fingers one by one. Now it was Wei Wuxian's turn to be helpless. He leaned forward and whispered, "Second Brother Lan, you have gone bad!" Lan Wangji smiled desparately in the heart, but replied indifferently: "It's what you want." Wei Wuxian was so astonished when he heard that his chin was about to fall off. So he immediately supported his chin with one hand, wishing to swallow Lan Wangji in one bite, and gritted his teeth and said, "Can you tell me in advance before you tease me?! "

Lan Wangji finally chuckled. Different from the elegant dress of the past. Today he was wearing black clothes like ink, which gave Lan Wangji a different look. Although it was just a chuckle, he was immediately more shining than the golden sun in the whole lobby. Wei Wuxian's eyesight was as sticky as honey, he said dazedly: "Second brother, don't laugh, my legs are soft." If it hadn't been for this time, the buddy had arrived earlier, they kept looking affectionately, and they would return to the room to fight for 300 rounds. After holding hands for more time, the two reluctantly let go of their hands under the table, and each ate breakfast uprightly. It was natural for Lan Wangji to eat in this way. While Wei Wuxian also finished eating very well, without saying a word, which l Lan Wangji. He looked at him suspiciously several times.

So on the way of driving sword, Wei Wuxian hug Lan Wangji's waist and put the head on his shoulders, and smiled secretly again and again. Lan Wangji turned his head several times to ask him what happened. Wei Wuxian always said, "It's okay." Then he circled his arms tighter silently, and put his lips against the roots of Lan Wangji's ears, talking intermittently in a low voice. It was windy in the air, and Lan Wangji couldn't hear clearly. He heard vaguely as if it was "Lan Zhan, you are so good" and as if it was "Grateful to meet you." Lan Wangji silently squeezed Wei Wuxian's circled hands in front of him, feeling the steady heartbeat coming from behind, and gave his gratitude to God thousands of times.

Writer: Shenfen(China), https://shenfen283.lofter.com/
Translator: Chou Langshi, for more stories and comics, please visit https://www.patreon.com/wangxianlove