"We have a request to a night hunt in Mo village. Sizhui, Jingyi and the group of young deciples will advocate the matter." Uncle Xiren exclaimed to the council.
Sizhui.
The last member of the Wen clan. Last treasure his beloved left in the world. The last of his kin.
Their child.
All of the children, students of Gusu Lan, gathered together to the best inn available near the Mo village. They were sharing stories of their childhood.
Some were boring. Some were hilarious. Some were stories everyone gathered knew as exaggerations as they made everyone laugh. The stories went on the round table as they enjoyed the late night tea and snacks in the moon viewing roof balcony.
Lan JingYi was finishing his hilarious story about going on a fishing trip to Lotus Pier when everyone's eyes went to their leader, Lan SiZhui. Most of the knew him as the adopted son of Hanguang Jun, the most celebrated cultivator of the clan.
"Tell us about your childhood too SiZhui" "Yeah, we want to hear about Hun Guang Jun's hilarious moments"
"I... I don't remember much from my childhood before Han Guang Jun's training" "Oh come oooon SiZhui. Give us some dirt."
"But... I remember a beautiful person, with a very kind, bright smile"
Lan WangJi almost dropped his teacup. He was in a far corner, watching the wisteria blossoms under moonlight.
Does he remember him? His beloved father who raised him before... the incident? Is he starting to remember the grim details of that unfortunate time?
WangJi's heart started beating with fear and excitement.
"Oh... and a very spicy curry" All of the children started laughing at the sudden words. Lan WangJi's heart did a summersault.
The child remembers. In time, he might remember more.
WangJi's heart filled with a cloud of sadness with a glimmer of happiness.
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FanfictionLan Wangji's unheard side of the story. Contains spoilers for the main story line. The chapters might not be in the story's order. 😅 Main story does not belong to me.
