Fluffy WangXian Oneshots Book Two

Music And Memories Part 10

Mo XuanYu looks at Uncle Qiren expectantly, after Lan Zhan poses his question.

It's just a blank wall. Uncle Qiren has absolutely no intention of explaining what they've done this afternoon.

"Fiiinnneee! Okay, look, we came up with a list." Mo XuanYu explains, pulling Lan Zhan closer. To point at the specific piece of paper, he has to let go of Lan Zhan's hand and he hates that, but then Lan Zhan wraps an arm around his waist and that's so much better. He suppresses a shiver and continues. "See, we know Wen Chao, Wen Xu and Wen Ruohan are incarcerated. But what happened to Zhao Zhuliu, the Spectre? If he was the fixer for the Wens, where is he? There are other key figures that make up a list of suspects. Your Uncle said, very brilliantly, that if one thought about their motives, it would be easier to see who could have been mystery person number three. With us so far?" He looks up and finds Lan Zhan so much closer.

He can see the way his thick lashes provide a feathery canopy for his beautiful golden eyes, so wonderfully expressive when he wants to be. Mo XuanYu has experienced them to be warm like sunlight over a frozen pond, fiery like the centre of a volcano, and freezing with his anger ready to dish out cold burns with just a glare. Yet right now, they're softer than a cloud of golden glitter.

"Mn."

"Before we go any further," Lan Qiren says, going to brew more hot water for tea, "I would like to offer my apology. I misjudged both of you, and jumped to unproven conclusions, and to my shame, I voiced biased opinions which had no merit. Will you be staying for dinner?"

"Apology accepted?"

It takes Mo XuanYu a few seconds to realise that it's a question and that Lan Zhan is asking him. He gapes back, and quickly recovers. "Lan Zhan! Of course! Everyone makes mistakes, okay? And he's asking you, not me!"

"We are a team. Together or nothing. Uncle must show the same treatment to us equally." Lan Zhan isn't going to budge on this. "And I cannot forgive him if you do not. It's as simple as that."

"Then yes! Apology accepted already! You, too!" Mo XuanYu clicks his tongue, annoyed at the pettiness in his favourite person when they've got bigger fish to fry.

"Thank you," Lan Qiren says, this time barely refraining from rolling his eyes again. There's a hint of sarcasm.

"Are you aware of everything that's written down here?" Lan Zhan gestures towards the table and its contents.

"I wrote most of it myself!" Uncle Qiren huffs in protest, like, what is he saying? His own nephew!

Lan Zhan gathers the pages neatly into a pile and takes Mo XuanYu's hand in his. "Then, I am sure Mo XuanYu will explain everything to me at home. We have plans."

"We do?" Mo XuanYu asks, as Lan Zhan bows the most perfunctory bow in the Lan family history of bowing, and then they leave. "Lan Zhan? What plans?" he asks breathlessly because Lan Zhan is in an awful hurry, and he's having to jog just to keep up with his stride.

"Dumplings."

When they reach inside the Jingshi, for a second, Lan Zhan stares at the keys in his hand after he's unlocked the door.

"Hey, on the subject of keys, and this might be a bit random because I don't want to make you remember something you don't want to, but did Wei WuXian have his own keys to your home?" Mo XuanYu licks his lips because they're dry. He's never walked so fast in such a short distance, in his life.

"Yes. He took them with him that night because he thought he would return after nine and he didn't want to wake me. They've never been recovered." Lan Zhan tosses his into the Kintsugi bowl. "Why?"