Fluffy WangXian Oneshots

Happy Birthday Hanguang-Jun

Today was a special day.

Wei Ying knew this as he furtively looked around, hoping not to get noticed by anyone. This was ridiculous really, because today was a rare day off in Cloud Recesses and he intended on making it even more special for a certain somebody.

Lan Zhan was always saying that Wei Ying wouldn't know a rule even if it came up to him and slapped him on his face…maybe that was Huaisang…but anyway, it birthed this most fantastic idea, and Wei Ying thinks it's his best one yet!

Lan Zhan was going to be so surprised!

Maybe enough to actually say something other than "Shameless!" Or "Boring!"...

Wei Ying wasn't even sure why he felt as if any minute now, someone was going to find fault with him and give him more rules to follow or copy out.

He had just as much right as anyone else to visit the library, right?

Okay, it might not be his go to place for fun, but it was the go to place of fun for someone else, and since Lan Zhan was the point of all this, it made sense to do it here.

Lan Zhan was finally going to be…proud? No…that might be a bit too strong to assume.

However, the irony lay in the fact that if he did fail, he'd be given more rules to write out.

Wei Ying felt like a criminal, creeping into the library.

It was early too, and far before his waking up time. But he was going to make a real effort today.

Of course, his sneaking out of the guest quarters had more to do with avoiding Jiang Cheng and having to answer questions he really had no answer to, but that's neither here nor there; Wei Ying had made up his mind, and that was that.

He's early.

Too early…because the library is deserted, there's no one else here yet.

Not even Lan Zhan.

Wei Ying swallows down the deep disappointment that grows like a weed in his chest, spraying it with the thoughts of hopeful positive vibes. Lan Zhan will come soon, and when he does? He's going to be so surprised!

Wei Ying makes his way to Lan Zhan’s spot.

Lan Zhan always sits here, next to the huge round window with the view of the Great Magnolia tree outside. It's in full bloom and the scent of its flowers drifts in…but it's not enough to disperse the already lingering fragrance of sandalwood.

Wei Ying shamelessly breathed in, huge gulps of the warm and spicy scent, filling his lungs and wondering how much money a person could make were they to find a way to bottle it up and sell it as a perfume.

Lan Zhan’s desk is neat and tidy, not even a brush out of place. His inkplate is clean and ready to melt ink onto, his papers are orderly and in a neat pile. Wei Ying decides to make his ink for him so that it's ready for him when Lan Zhan comes.

There is something so peaceful about this time, and performing a mindless act of grinding the charcoal into a paste and adding the oil to make it easier to write with. He knew that some people still used water, but Wei Ying was a big believer in trying out new things and experimenting with all of the marvellous ideas his beautiful brain provided him with.

Most of the time, his ideas were good, like this one.

Once he was done with that, he folded his legs into a lotus position and settled down to wait.

He fell asleep.

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Lan Zhan dressed and once he had finished his routine for the morning, was just about to leave the Jingshi when his brother knocked on the door.