A Way to Heal

Part 43

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Inside the Library Pavilion—

There was one bamboo seat, one wooden desk, two candlesticks, and two people. One sat in a proper position, but, on the other side, Wei WuXian had already copied Conduct for more than ten pages. His head felt dizzy and his heart felt bored, so he dropped his pen to take a breath and looked across.

When he was still in Yunmeng, there were a lot of girls who envied that he could come and study with Lan WangJi. They said that each generation was full of nice-looking men, especially the brothers part of the Two Jades in the current generation. Before this, Wei WuXian never had the chance to carefully examine the front of his face. Now that he had a look at it, he started to think random thoughts, He looks quite nice indeed. Yet, if only those girls could come and see him with their own eyes. Looking as bitter as if everyone had offended him or his parents died, it wouldn't matter no matter how nice his face looks.

"How is it now uncle, do you still have the same opinion? Is Han Guang-Jun worth all those admirers? "

"These kids", Wei WuXian gritted his teeth. "I'm still your uncle ', he said to Jin Ling.

"So what? I'm just clearing some doubts "

"My Lan Zhan is worth everything in this world", he proudly said dismissing all those teasing from juniors. "Shijie your son is a brat", He heard a chuckle.

Unknown to them, A silence engulfed the twin jades. Growing up under the care of their uncle who valued the rules in the clan more than anything, obviously made them into what they are today. But sometimes they also wondered how it would have been, if their Father didn't forcibly send mother to seclusion and locked himself away from the world. What would have been, raising under the care of their own parents. Will it have changed their behavior, especially WangJi's?

Lan WangJi was recopying ancient books, which were not only old but also unavailable to most others, in the Lan Sect's Library Pavilion. His brushstrokes were slow and steady, and his handwriting was neat yet sharply vigourous. Wei WuXian couldn't help but to compliment him sincerely, "Those are some great characters! They're of the top level."

Lan WangJi remained indifferent.

"Look at the mighty Second young master, ignoring this poor being", Wuxian pouted his lips. "If I managed to decipher your feelings from the burning glare you always sent, I should be god"

Wei WuXian rarely kept his mouth shut for such a long amount of time. Feeling suffocated, he thought, I have to sit in front of such a stuffy person for so many hours each day, for a month. Would I even survive?

"Now he is ready to spend his entire life with him", HuiSang commented. "This is what we wouldn't understand, Wei Xiong, Wangji Xiong ignored you but you kept pestering him, and then you will complain to us that he is ignoring you"

At this point of thought, he couldn't help but slightly tilted his body forward.

Wei WuXian was someone who was skilled at finding fun for himself, especially talented in the area of seeking joy amid dull circumstances. Since there wasn't anything else to play with, he could only play with Lan WangJi. He called, "WangJi-Xiong."

Lan WangJi remained motionless.

Wei WuXian, "WangJi."

He appeared as if he didn't hear anything.

Wei WuXian, "Lan WangJi."

Wei WuXian, "Lan Zhan!"

Lan WangJi finally stopped writing, and looked up at him with a cold gaze. Wei WuXian shifted backward, raising his hands as if he was defending himself, "Don't look at me like this. I only called your name because you didn't answer when I called you WangJi. If you're upset, you can also call me back with my name."