Lan Xichen was certainly the one who was trying to forget, and there were many rather odd encounters that happened trough him all over his life, but this one, he doubted he will forget. The soft lips over his skin and the low moans both let out, those were a sweet memory of what happened last night, and not even with the greatest blessing one could forget that, but though he tried;He walked onto the room in what WangJi was waiting for him as to sing a morning turmoil before everyone's classes and work, and what went from a man whose mind was in hurrah a minute ago there fell piece on him as his guqin started playing verse with verse, without any voice, sound or lyric, it was all mildly quiet and very nice to listen to. Once they stopped, they had to go to the classes and wherever they were to go, and as soon, the hurrah with the thousand questions returned on Xichen's mind , with the eternal questions who were rather captivating his mind, and they were dozens of "Why?" for he could not understand why he did what he did the other night, and they haunted his brain as he was scanning the halls to see if anyone was skipping class or misbehaving, but there was one question who caught him with no answer:Did Shi Yao remember?
Certainly, Xichen hoped he did not, for, if he did, it will fall a lot to Xichen's shame as he got drunk in the first place, didn't stop the other in the second and last but not least, enjoyed the practice, which he was not very happy with.. And then, followed by his ego and eternal faith to his rules and belief, and cowarded by fear, as soon as possible he had to ask Shi Yao if he remembered what happened last night, and what would had happened if he did, Xichen didn't know.
Xichen was certain he sooner or later had to confront the other about it but he was not quite sure how, when and where he was going to do that, and to his embarrassment he was a bit afraid to ask for anyone's help, as he seldom does, especially in this quite handship he is facing.. So there he decided he was going to stay quiet.
On the other side, on Shi Yao's mind it was the constant bickering between the left and right side of the brain of his, as in one was he was over thinking what happened, as "What if he remembers and hates me?" but the other side of gis brain was in the way of "You are still Jin Guangyao, the man who tricked everyone! You can escape this!" and after a quiet verdict with his brain, it was to his best choice that he will stay quiet, take attendance, speak swiftly and softly when needed and take a closer, secure eye to Zewu Jun, to notice if he gave out any bad momentum as a reminder of what happened;Walking trough the hallway, Shi Yao faced for the moment or two the glance of the Twin Jades who passed him by the chance, as they were heading for their daily attendance in work and he was for to go at class, and even though it was only one flash of a second, Yao felt just in that moment a cold shiver over his spine, a bad feeling, a momentum of.. He knows, he knows.. And I know he knows~
Clad with fear then both Zewu Jun and Yao decided not to act up, stay quiet, let the day pass, as Xichen was troubled by too many to think about it and Shi Yao knew it was most likely not end well, so, as their ways parted and Shi Yao was to take the left corner for the class in the chamber where was withold and damp smell of sweat, tears and trial of younger disciples, he leaned against a wall and scoffed, looking with the corner of his eye wherever the teacher approached or not.
"I have not one idea how will I get out of this situation, and neither any idea how I will explain to Er Ge what happened between us last night without sounding like a weirdo, a pervert or a cut-sleeve (homosexual)" Yao mumbled to himself as he caught the presence of a shadow approached and he rushed into the class, being closely followed by the teacher, Lan Qiren, holding a thin book which was the thing he always carried along with his adornments and sometimes weapon, and that was the book of the over 2000 rules of the Lan Clan , which everyone must had known to perfection, for they were disciples.
The teacher sat down and so everyone did, and their eyes were fixed on the elder who loudly but yet firm read the rules one by one, as for everyone in the room to hear.. It was certainly not the first time the disciples heard it, and it could be counted the 300th time Shi Yao did, though he wasn't a disciple for that long before, he had to learn them one way or another, and he did.. Alone,years ago, in his room, in the hope that one day those rules will be of any use to him in any way.
"Be strict with yourself." the elder said, and there came another sentence and another and another, such as:
"Be easy on others." or "Love and respect yourself." and then even "Have courage and knowledge." or
"Have courtesy and integrity." or even
"Have affection and gratefulness."
and the teacher talked firmly and yet loud, though each new word added were a more boring one to Shi Tao who was close to falling asleep right there at class. It was boring..
But what could he do, Shi Yao? A man who once held power, vengeance, and bathed in gold, then forced to stay still for hours to listen to 4000 rules said almost every other day by a elder seemed terrible one, a terrible one. But what could he had been doing for that? He had to pay the price of killing so many and thinking he will never be caught red-handed,and he felt into a fella y which broke entirely over 1000 rules of Lan, which scarred his brain, his name, his rosy cheek, his ego and equally his back, as he remembered the lash in the time of the 4000 sentence preach.
Terrible one he was Shi Yao..
"Are you being bored, Shi Yao?" Lan Qiren asked, passing the younger who seemed almost asleep there a harsh glance, and Shi Yao looked at him in pure confusion as he could not understand the context of what happened, as he was also half-asleep and his limbs ached profoundly.
" I am certain to be not, Master. I apologize if I disturbed" Shi Yao said and the elder gritted his teeth shallow then went back to his seat and waved his hand a slight movement.
"For you are not forgiven, may you preach for us the first 200 rules thy mention? I demand you do it soon" Lan Qiren and to the soonest, Yao rose from his seat, went to the front and, after offering a slight bow to his elder, he steadied himself and started to recite every single rule slowly, calmly and without any mistake, trying to avoid the silent judgement the other disciples were giving him, and the amount of being side-eyed by the other Lan clan students.
After the time passed and he recited the 200 rules, it was on demand that they must go for the elder was busied with his work in the management and then they had combat class, a class which Shi Yao was not fond of, for one reason:Wei Wuxian will be there.
As he passed the hallways, then Shi Yao was himself contemplating the event of last night, and after the 200 rules he recited and the criticism he earlier took, the memories, the limbs who ached and his skin who warmed when he touched certain places near his chest at once, Shi Yao realized that it was a do or die, the discussion.. What could he lose anyway? He was merely a prisoner under common management, he was not a disciple, not a friend, not a lover, not a aquitance, he was not even to be having the full right a human has then..
So then, he was certain about telling Lan Xichen about it. He had nothing to lose, did he?
'Maybe just a friend'
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'Maybe just a friend'
