Fluffy WangXian Oneshots

There's a Book...Part 13

"Come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned." Peter Pan

The first thing Wei Ying noticed was a lack of sound, which was a bit strange because  firstly, A-Yuan was supposed to be here somewhere...and A-Yuan was never silent...and there was a frostiness in the air...

XiChen beamed at both the young men as they entered, holding hands. A-Yuan's face lit up when he saw Wei Ying but he only mouthed, "Baba!" But he did not actually shout it out like normal. Then he looked at the stranger sitting at the front of the table, before mouthing out, "Beautiful Gege!"

"A-Yuan! My beautiful little Radish! What have you been up to!?" Wei Ying went up to him, to give him a hug and a kiss on his delightfully squishy cheeks...only to be stopped by A-Yuan himself.

Wei Ying stared mystified at his little boy.

A-Yuan's face was completely serious as he lifted one pudgy finger to his lips and said, "Shhhh!"

"Why?" Wei Ying asked him.

A-Yuan looked over to the stranger.

Wei Ying understood.

Lan Zhan came over to lead him back to their places on the long table, so that they were opposite Lan XiChen and A-Yuan, who was sitting on a huge pile of cushions so his eyes were above the level of the table.

"We do not speak at mealtimes." Lan Zhan explained in a low voice, and he refrained from saying anything else after that.

There was a cook and two staff members who brought over two trays as they were the only ones left to be served.

Wei Ying tried not to think too much about it, but he wasn't in favour of such a rule. Children were meant to talk and make noise, and this was how they were supposed to learn...and to stop A-Yuan from speaking was a bit strange. The fact that he was so good at it was amazing though, and Wei Ying was incredibly proud of him.

XiChen had been telling the truth it seemed, because there was a bowl in front of his boy, with the remnants of a vanilla cake sitting in it, minus the multi coloured sprinkles.

Lan Zhan reached under the table and put his hand on Wei Ying's knee, whether it was to offer support, or silently ask him not to say anything just yet, Wei Ying wasn't sure, but he covered his hand with his own.

Lan Zhan turned his hand over and entwined their fingers together.

The meal itself was tasteless and bland and Wei Ying was trying his best to continue eating and not actually gagging. He only got past a few mouthfuls before he had to push his bowl away, afraid that if he looked at it more, it was going to come back out fighting...

He could feel Lan Zhan looking at his face, but Wei Ying wasn't sure what to do in this unfamiliar environment so he kept looking ahead. And then Lan Zhan let go of his hand, and Wei Ying could feel his bottom lip tremble, because that was absolutely the worst thing...until he felt Lan Zhan's finger trace characters in the centre of his palm. It was both sensual, and the anticipation of what he was writing took Wei Ying's mind off the actual meal.

"I love Wei Ying. Please bear for a short while."

Wei Ying stared straight ahead, but he had a smile on his face. He caught Lan Zhan's finger and turning his palm up, began to trace his own characters on his skin. He wanted to crow at the shiver Lan Zhan barely managed to suppress. See? It wasn't easy to maintain a stoic expression, was it?

"I love you too, and I will endure anything for you."

Wei Ying heard his breath stuttered at that. So he asked another question, in the same way.