There is some sensitive topics in this chapter, containing mental Health and PTSD. Please read with CAUTION.
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Wei Wuxian sat down on a set of stairs and bathed in the sunlight as he ate. After having sat there for a while, a group of thirteen-, fourteen-year-old children ran across the street. The child in the front ran as if he flew, holding a long string in his hand. At the end of the string, a kite danced up and down in the air. The children behind him had toy bow and arrows, shouting as they chased and shot at the kite.
Wei Wuxian also loved to play this game when he was young. Archery was a required skill for all disciples from prominent sects. However, most of them didn't enjoy shooting properly at a target. Aside from shooting evil beings during night-hunts, shooting kites was what they loved the most. Everyone had one; whoever flew the highest, furthest, and shot the most accurate was the winner.
This game was originally only popular among the younger disciples of cultivational sects. After it became known to the public, the children of ordinary families also loved it, though, of course, the damage from one of their little arrows was nothing compared to those of the skilled disciples'.
Back when Wei Wuxian lived in the Lotus Pier and played shooting kites with the Jiang Sect's disciples, he won a lot of first places. Jiang Cheng, on the other hand, had always been second. His kites were either flown too far away to shoot down or near enough to shoot but not as far as Wei Wuxian's.
Their kite was almost twice the other people's kites, made into the shape of a flying beast. It had bright, exaggerated colors, a large, gaping mouth, and a few sharp tails that flapped in the wind. From a distance, it was exceptionally vibrant and lively, not quite terrifying, but almost a bit silly. The framework had been assembled by Jiang Fengmian himself, then given to Jiang Yanli to paint. This was why, whenever they took the kite out to compete, they both felt a sense of pride.
Thinking of this, Wei Wuxian's lips shaped into a smile. He couldn't help but raised his head to see how the kite that the children were flying looked. It was entirely golden, a round mass of some sort.
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"We don't actually play that at Cloud Recesses," Lan Xichen said, "maybe we should though."
"You'd be surprised on how much more your disciples will have fun when learning the skills of archery," Wei Wuxian told him, "I'd love to go back to teaching disciples to shoot arrows."
"Why don't you?" Lan Qiren asked.
"Huh?" Wei Wuxian asked.
"If we set it up and get kites, would you like to teach archery?" Lan Qiren asked.
"Really? I would love that," Wei Wuxian said happily.
Lan Wangji smiled at how quickly a light flickered on in Wei Wuxian's eyes when he was offered to teach disciples. It means that Wei Wuxian has an interest and a passion for something.
"We can set it up then," Lan Qiren told him.
"Thank you," Wei Wuxian said happily, "I still remember when Uncle Jiang taught me. He was so calm in teaching."
"It is definitely a good memory to look back on," Jiang Fengmian stated.
"isn't pride forbidden in Cloud Recesses?"
"Just because it's forbidden doesn't mean one can't be happy for self-improvement," Lan Xichen explained.
"That is true," Wei Wuxian said.
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He pondered to himself, 'What is this thing? A pancake? Or some beast that I don't know about?'
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