Who You Are Book 2

Chapter 47 - The Yiling Patriarch Again?

After they had knocked, nobody answered. When they pushed, the door opened on its own. A handmade wooden table was in the center of the yard, and a bowl of beans that hadn't been entirely peeled was on the table. A tall mountain of straws stood by the dirt wall, a rake sticking out of it. All over the ground, chicks chirped as they picked at the rice, running around.

Wei Wuxian saw a few melons piled up in a corner of the yard. He walked over and picked one of them up, proposing in all seriousness, "The owner isn't here. Hanguang Jun, let's suit ourselves."

Just as Lan Wangji was about to put coins onto the table, the sound of footsteps came from outside of the wall. One in front and one behind, they were probably the owners who had just come home. Wei Wuxian didn't know why, but as he heard the footsteps, he quickly pushed Lan Wangji down, behind the stack of straws.

Fortunately, Lan Wangji had always been calm and collected that he didn't make a single noise even after having been pushed down. Despite this, he clearly didn't understand why they had to hide. Wei Wuxian also realized, Right, why are we hiding? These villagers from the countryside can't possibly recognize us. Can't we just be honest and say that we're here to buy food? Maybe I've done too many bad things and got used to it.

However, with the push, he pushed Lan Wangji's entire body down onto the soft stack of straws. The somewhat forceful position evoked a strange feeling of excitement within him. He decided to not get up. Purposely putting up an act, he raised his index finger, gesturing for Lan Wangji not to make a sound. Then, he pretended that this couldn't be helped. Comfortably, he lay on top of Lan Wangji, full of a secretive delight that couldn't be brought to words.

...

"Wei Ying, it wasn't the time to do such a thing, you could have asked a bit later and I would have obliged," Lan Wangji told him.

"Someone wanted the husband," Wen Ruohan said, "you could have just pulled him out and took him right there."

"Wasn't a good time, otherwise I might have," Wei Wuxian admitted.

"See, would have been fun," Wen Ruohan said.

...

The sound of pushing wooden stools came from the yard. The two owners of the farm seemed to have sat down before the table.

The sound of a woman spoke up, "Er-Gege, I can hug him."

Hearing the 'Er-Gege', Lan Wangji paused slightly.

A man's voice spoke, "You can just peel the beans." Then came the sound of a child murmuring in his sleep. It seemed that it was a young couple. The wife was preparing dinner while the husband was hugging the sleeping child.

With a grin, Wei Wuxian winked his left eye at Lan Wangji, whispering, "What a coincidence. The owner of the farm is an 'Er-Gege' as well."

The tone at the end of his words lifted up, its teasing intent more than obvious. With heavy eyes, Lan Wangji swept a look at him before turning away. Wei Wuxian felt his heart melt.

He lay beside his ears and called in a low voice, "Lan Er-Gege."

Lan Wangji's breaths seemed to have stuttered. The eyes he looked at him with seemed to hold a hint of a warning.

In the yard, the wife chuckled, "You don't know how to hug him properly. Later, if you make him wake up, I'll need to be the one who cheers him up again, won't I?"